Page 18 of Fox of Fox Hall

Conall let Fox try to push down on his fingersand sighed when Fox’s body clenched around them as though Fox wouldbe able to milk seed from them. Instead of teasing Fox for hisdesperation, for how he shuddered and whined, he kept Fox pinned tothe door and kissed him to leave him mindless. Then he began tofuck Fox slowly, getting Fox used to the girth and pressure of hisfingers, as if that wouldn’t make Fox’s body hungrier. He evenpaused, fingers inside Fox to the knuckle, and left Fox breathingfast while he contemplated giving Fox his fist. “You could come onmy knuckles, couldn’t you? Be satisfied by a play-knot?”

With his other hand, he squeezed the base ofFox’s cock where Fox’s knot would form the rare times it did, as ifto remind Fox of how it would feel to work a fat knot inside him,and Fox thought faintly of that glimpse of Conall in the sparringring and how he should have known Conall would be like this.

Fox was achingly hard-soft, so wet it trickleddown to his knees and probably all over Conall’s hand. He wasshaking more and more obviously and Conall hadn’t even fucked himwith more than his fingers and he had stopped moving those. Foxwould take the fist. He might take anything. He was vaguely awarehe was clutching Conall’s chest, that his fingernails might beleaving marks, but that was not his concern. He was not going tobeg, but, “Don’t tease me,” he panted, then opened his eyes. Hehadn’t realized they were closed.

Conall kissed him, parting Fox’s lips easilyonly to leave him wanting a moment later. His gaze was so warm Foxcouldn’t bear it.

“Conall.” It wasn’t begging. Itwasn’t.

“Beautiful,” Conall answered, and left Fox toclaw at his shoulders while he stroked Fox’s cock. Fox jerked backagainst the door, his gasp almost painful as he squeezed andwrithed on Conall’s fingers and shot seed over Conall’s hand andstomach. Conall kissed Fox through that too, swallowing Fox’sgroans before softening the kiss to gentle licks and nips as Foxcaught his breath.

Fox’s nightshirt was tugged away, up and off hisbody. Fox shivered closer to Conall and stayed there, putting hishands to Conall’s chest and pulling at springy, silky chest chairwhen Conall eased his fingers out of him. It left behind an ache.Fox groused wordlessly about it until his chin was tipped up and hewas kissed again.

Conall assumed nothing of Fox but that he waseager for kisses. Fox frowned and welcomed him with lips andtongue, deciding he would remark on Conall’s assumptions later.Conall’s lips were as pillowy as they had always looked. Foxbrushed them with his own until they returned to kiss himagain.

“Come along, Fox,” Conall urged after a while,his tone low and soothing. He rubbed circles into Fox’s lower backwith a slippery hand. “To the bed, where you belong.”

Fox grumbled louder for that. “…Have useselsewhere too,” he managed. His tail was tight around Conall’sside. His hands were glued to Conall’s skin.

“Of course you do,” Conall answered when Foxlifted his head to blink at him. “But in my dreams, you stay in mybed.”

“This is not a dream,” Fox informed him sternlydespite his wobbly legs. “If it were, you’d have stuffed me by now.Against the door, even.” In dreams that was neveruncomfortable.

“You want me to knot you against the door?”Conall prodded, no longer leading Fox toward his bed and insteadstroking Fox’s ears and then his hot cheeks.

Fox stared at him for a stunned, heady moment,then rasped, “You’re going to knot me?”

Conall’s eyebrows rose. He reached down,and—oh, his hand was gleaming with slick or seed, the sightdistracting Fox until Conall undid the button holding his wrapclosed and let the cloth fall to the floor.

Fox was against Conall again in seconds, both ofhis hands tracing the hot length of Conall’s cock to grasp thethickening flesh at the base. A knot, already forming. ForFox.

Conall made a noise when Fox gripped thesensitive skin but didn’t stop him. “Still want it against thedoor?”

He was sharp in a different way than Fox was,meaner, Fox suspected, and felt his empty body clench aroundnothing before more slick tickled his thighs.

He released Conall’s cock only so he couldstumble to the bed, where he climbed over rumpled sheets to holdhimself on his elbows and offer his gleaming thighs and holewithout another word. He lifted his tail elegantly, curling the endtoward Conall and then himself: Invitation.

“Fox.” The warmth was in how Conall saidhis name too. His hands were firebrands on Fox’s thighs.

Fox caught his breath and then he was on hisback, further up on the bed, and Conall was above him.

“You thought I’d sayno?” Conalldemanded, rough, pushing Fox’s legs apart with his sheer mass. Helooked from Fox’s ready hole to Fox’s stunned gaze. “Say the wordand I’ll hold you down and mate you now. You thought it would beno?” He went on while Fox was gasping at the suggestion ofbeing bitten and held still, his body cared for, filled and filledagain as he was mated for hours—a fantasy Fox hadn’t known he’dhad. Conall stroked the soft skin of Fox’s inner thighs, sweepingslick onto his thumbs and then smearing that onto his cock whileFox stared and stared and watched that knot get fatter. If it gotmuch larger, Conall would have to force it in, a thought to makeFox shiver with unexpected need.

Conall saw him staring and rubbed more of Fox’sslick on his knot. He smiled when a hungry sound left Fox’s throat.Mean, Fox decided, until Conall added, “I’m aching, lovelyFox. Let me have you.”

Fox shifted against the sheets, his head fallingback, his eyes steady on Conall. He brought his knees up.

Conall took hold of Fox’s hips and entered himslowly, first watching the greedy clutch of Fox’s hole around hiscock and then Fox’s face while Fox moaned his gratitude. He fuckedFox slowly as well, letting Fox feel the weight and pressure of theknot as it filled.

It had been so long that Fox couldn’t wait. Hewhined, “Conall,” again and again, and Conall moved overhim, pushing Fox’s legs up higher to make his thrusts deeper. Fox’shands found Conall’s skin, shining and pretty, and scratchedpleasing marks into it across Conall’s shoulders and back. Fox’scock was hard but coming that way was nothing to the intensity ofhis body milking a knot. Some didn’t care for the sensation andsome didn’t mind it, but those like Fox loved it; his body sparkingand burning from the inside out, his mind soaring and full oflight. Being full meant a different, more intense pleasure, betterthan merely coming. Fox had gone without it for so long.

“I know, shh. It’s all right. You can have it.”Conall panted into Fox’s ear and against his neck, responding tothe weak noises spilling from Fox’s mouth. He gave Fox soft andpretty kisses while slick gushed between them and Fox was heldtight. The knot grew larger, hot and swollen, teasing Fox on everythrust, then catching inside him, too big to slip out. It wasfinallyhisand Fox dug his nails hard into Conall to keephim still and turned his head, wishing nothing, everything. To takeConall and every drop of his seed to keep inside him. For Conall tobite to keep him still in turn, like thiswasa mating andthis fury of feelings and bliss was Fox’s to have and hold.

Conall shuddered for Fox working his knot andclawing at him when the pleasure became overwhelming. He groanedagainst Fox’s neck, then held Fox’s hips and bore down to ensure hewas buried deep as he spilled. His teeth dragged across Fox’s skinbefore he groaned again as if in pain and quickly turned his head.His seed was exquisite, pouring into Fox in steady pulses, his knotlighting up Fox’s nerves until all of Fox was bright with pleasure.Conall said his name more than once, “Fox,” soft and pleased as hekissed Fox’s throat like butterflies teasing flower petals.

When Fox’s heart slowed and his body wassatisfied enough to allow him to think a little, he blinked hiseyes open. Conall observed him with a faintly worried expressionthat had Fox smiling foolishly before he could help himself. Heought to say something. Something clever. He’d meant to saysomething before, almost certainly.

His hands were pressing against Conall’s backlike a feeding kitten’s paws. His tail remained wrapped aroundConall’s waist, and he continued to accept kisses, to feel themdown his unbitten neck and on his shoulder and then on his lipsagain. He kissed back and whined softly one more time, although hedidn’t know why.

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