Page 60 of Calling Chaos

The words were faint—more pained panting than clear speech—but Chaos heard it all. His nodules grew stiff and swollen, and his hips stuttered, the world narrowing down to him and his puppy, to that perfect heat, to the way Cooper cried out as Chaos filled him.

Perfect. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

Afterward, Chaos turned Cooper on his side, pushing his thigh forward to better watch his spend trickle out. He peered over Cooper’s hip curiously.

“Oh no,” Chaos tutted, the perfect picture of a concerned partner. He cupped Cooper between his legs. “Your poor cock’s hard again.” He clucked his tongue. “That won’t do.”

Cooper’s arm flopped over, landing weakly on Chaos’s side. Was he trying to smack at him? “Your fault,” he mumbled.

“Should we go again?” Chaos asked, running a finger along Cooper’s silken length. “We should, shouldn’t we?”

They could do it just like this, with Cooper turned halfway onto his front, his leg hitched up. They’d done it in this position before, and Chaos had been very fond of it. It had been just like cuddling, only with his cock nestled inside his puppy, so safe and warm.

Cooper let out a harsh breath but nodded his agreement, shifting his leg even further forward. Chaos pressed an approving kiss to Cooper’s shoulder and rolled his hips, rubbing himself against the soft skin of Cooper’s bottom until Chaos was hard again too, and then he slipped right in, hissing at the tight fit.

He was gentler this time, some of the ferocity of his need assuaged by his first claiming. He stroked Cooper’s cock steadily as he rocked into him, mindful of his puppy’s pleasure.

Cooper seemed to be having quite a lot of it—pleasure. He kept chanting, “Oh God. Oh God,” over and over. It was repetitive but oddly stimulating at the same time.

“Come for me again, puppy,” Chaos urged when the chanting took on a particularly frantic edge. “I want to lick it off my hand.”

That earned him another “Oh God,” and then Cooper was coming over Chaos’s hand again, just as Chaos had asked, Cooper’s muscles trembling with the effort. Chaos loved the way he did that, the way Cooper’s entire body was involved in his release.

Chaos let go of Cooper’s cock and swiped at his own hand with his tongue, messy and sloppy and missing half of what he aimed for as he kept driving into his puppy, rocking until he felt the familiar tightness in his spine. “I’m going to fill you up again,” he warned. “Double the hatchlings.”

“Jesus.”

Afterward—after he’d focused properly and cleaned every drop of Cooper’s cum off his hand—Chaos couldn’t resist pressing his finger against Cooper’s hole, pushing his spend back where it belonged over and over again. He watched eagerly as Cooper’s cock valiantly try to fill again.

“I think we’ll do very well with the consummation,” he murmured, his chin hooked over Cooper’s shoulder, laughing as Cooper batted Chaos’s other hand away from his cock. “Don’t you?”

“You’re a menace.”

“Yes,” Chaos agreed cheerfully. “And soon you’ll be stuck with me for always.”

It seemedCooper needed more rest after all that.

It was possible Chaosmaybeshould have taken it easier on him, right after the shock of the meeting. Maybe he should have kept it to those two rounds and not pressed for a third. And maybe also not used his mouth on Cooper in the shower.

Maybe.

Chaos had been trying to be gentle—he really had—but he was still learning.

It was cozy in bed, anyway, the two of them tucked under the covers, both of them on their own laptops.

Cooper was exuding happiness and contentment in a new, fascinating way. Chaos hadn’t realized the weight it had held over Cooper, thinking Chaos was going to leave. But now that it was gone, Cooper’s soul piece tasted different. Sweeter, with a delicate hint of hopeful lemon.

What a silly puppy he’d been, to think Chaos would really leave him behind.

Or maybe Chaos was just veryextragood at being sneaky.

Yes, that was probably it.

Now Cooper was doing some hacking thing (“just for fun, to cleanse my brain a bit”), and he’d taught Chaos how to do something he called “trolling.” From what he’d explained, acting like a troll mainly involved entering internet forums where people were particularly passionate and commenting something incorrect or absurd, and then watching the comments roll in, all of them fighting with either Chaos or each other.

“I haven’t experienced it personally, but I’m told parenting forums are particularly hostile,” Cooper had told him. “Same with anything involving dog training.”

And then he’d lectured Chaos on only using his trolling powers for good and not harassing anyone who seemed sincere or kind or truly sad. It had been a Cooper version of a lecture—more of a strong suggestion than a command—but he seemed to really feel something about it, so Chaos would be good.

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