Page 79 of Nugget

Gavin pushed his knee farther toward Stryker’s chin.

“I can’t wait to be inside you,” Gavin murmured. He pumped his fingers in and out until the rhythm was smooth and the sting had faded.

“More!” Stryker demanded.

Gavin gave three more thrusts of his fingers then pulled them away.

Stryker panted.

Gavin added more lube. Three fingers this time. He placed the digits back to Stryker’s rim.

The sharp bite quickly turned into pleasure.

Stryker tried to spread his legs even farther. To open himself wide. He needed Gavin to move past this part so Stryker could finally be claimed properly.

Inside him, Gavin stroked Stryker’s walls until he brushed a pad over Stryker’s prostate. Stryker bucked but again he couldn’t go anywhere.

“That’s the spot,” Gavin said.

“No shit!” Stryker bitched. “Again.”

Gavin’s low chuckle filled the air as he pushed harder on Stryker’s prostate.

Stryker’s cock twitched and bobbed. He wanted to reach for it. To touch himself.

“Don’t even think about it,” Gavin warned. Each plunge of his fingers seemed to go deeper, even if that was impossible. “We’re going to come together.”

“Not if you don’t hurry,” Stryker warned.

Gavin didn’t stop fingering him though. He moved his hand faster. Spread his fingers wide until Stryker grunted but he continued the sweet torture.

“I need—”

“I know what you need,” Gavin told him. He roughly pulled his fingers free, leaving Stryker to regret the loss. That was until Gavin began to pour the lube over his dick and rubbing it in.

Stryker got lost in watching Gavin stroke himself, the lube leaving Gavin’s cock shiny.

Gavin threw the bottle down onto the bed then scooted up the mattress. His knees brushed Stryker’s ass before Gavin lifted him.

Now both of Stryker’s knees were nestled over Gavin’s elbows.

He was spread good and wide. Perfect to be fucked.

“I’m going to bite you,” Gavin warned. “Leave my mark on you.”

“Yes!” Stryker wanted that. Needed it. Had to have it.

Gavin grasped the base of his cock while positioning himself at Stryker’s hole.

“My boy. My mate,” Gavin said as he started to push in. Invaded him.

His channel clenched. His hole attempted to stop the invasion, but Gavin continued to push forward.

He didn’t stop.

Not as Stryker moaned.

Not when Stryker’s cock hardened impossibly more.

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