Page 30 of Little Bunny

A shudder, deep and visceral, ran through Elijah’s body. His fingers flexed, as if fighting the urge to grab onto something. “Matias…”

Just his name, but fuck, the way Elijah said it, breathless, needy, had something tightening low in Matias’s stomach, heat searing through his veins.

He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slowly—so slowly—peeled the briefs away. Elijah lifted his hips, helping him, and Matias bit back a groan at the sight now laid bare before him.

Fuck. Perfect.

His bunny was gorgeous, flushed, already dripping, his cock hard and aching for attention. The sight alone made Matias’s own erection throb painfully against his jeans, but he wasn’t rushing this. He wanted to wreck Elijah with pleasure, wanted to see him come undone completely.

Kneeling between his thighs, Matias smoothed his hands over bare skin, dragging his thumbs along the sensitive crease where hip met thigh. Patience. This moment deserved to be drawn out, savored.

Elijah’s chest rose and fell in uneven breaths, his hands gripping the sheets like he was trying to keep himself grounded.

Matias wasn’t going to let him.

With a wicked smirk, he leaned in, letting his breath ghost over flushed, aching flesh. The tease made Elijah whimper softly, hips twitching upward on instinct.

“Matias,” he gasped.

“Shh, cariño.” His voice was thick, low, warm against heated skin. “Let me enjoy my meal.”

And then Matias took Elijah’s cock into his mouth.

The strangled cry that tore from Elijah’s throat sent a pulse of raw satisfaction through Matias. He groaned as he worked his tongue over the tip, tasting, savoring the salt-tinged heat of his mate before sinking down further, taking his shaft deeper.

Elijah’s fingers shot to his hair, gripping tight. A gorgeous, choked-off moan spilled from his lips, legs trembling as Matias sucked slow and deep, his tongue swirling in slow, lazy drags along the underside of his cock.

A perfect sound. He wanted more.

Sliding his hands beneath Elijah’s thighs, Matias held him still, pressing him down against the mattress. “Relax,” he murmured between slow strokes of his tongue. “Let me take care of you.”

Elijah shivered, nails digging in, hips barely restrained from pushing up. “I—fuck.”

Matias hummed in approval, sending vibrations straight through his cock, watching with dark, pleased eyes as Elijah’s head fell back, his body surrendering fully to pleasure.

Exactly where he belonged.

Matias sucked deep, hollowing his cheeks, letting his tongue swirl with teasing strokes around the head of Elijah’s cock. The reaction was immediate—his bunny’s hips jerked, a raw, needy moan slipping from his parted lips.

Perfect.

Matias tightened his grip, pressing Elijah’s thighs wider apart, keeping him exactly where he wanted him. Mine. The thought ran hot through his veins, stoking something dark and possessive inside him.

Elijah’s fingers twisted into Matias’s hair, tugging with the kind of desperation Matias craved. “Fuck.” The single word came out breathless, wrecked, his chest heaving. “Matias…please…”

That plea had a wicked smirk curling Matias’s lips around the hard length in his mouth. His bunny was already falling apart, already trembling. And Matias hadn’t even really started yet.

Sliding one hand down, he gripped Elijah’s shaft at the base, stroking in time with the slow, deep pulls of his mouth. The other drifted lower, fingertips gliding over the soft skin of his inner thigh, dragging lower, teasing over the taut, clenched muscles of his ass.

Elijah whimpered. Fucking whimpered.

Matias growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against the cock in his mouth. He knew exactly what his bunny needed—what he ached for.

Lifting his head just slightly, he let Elijah’s cock slip from his lips with a wet pop. “So desperate, conejito,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. His gaze flicked up, locking onto dazed blue eyes, pupils blown wide. “Tell me what you want.”

Elijah made a frustrated noise, breath ragged, hands still fisting Matias’s hair. “You know what I want,” he gasped, grinding down, seeking any friction.

Matias chuckled darkly, sliding his tongue teasingly along the sensitive underside of his cock, just barely enough to satisfy. “I do,” he agreed. “But I like hearing you say it.”

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