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Charles didn’t know how he ended up here.
One second he and Max had been on a date at this little Italian restaurant, laughing their asses off about how insane the tifosi were for him—especially when some drunk guy actually shouted that he wanted to be inside Charles as they got into the car—and the next moment…
Here he was.
Spread open on the bed, his body painted in hickeys, sweat glistening, lips swollen from too many kisses, and Max hovering over him like a storm about to break.
He wondered, fleetingly, what the tifosi would think if they saw him like this—naked, fucked-out, begging, ruined. Probably they’d riot.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty, Charles,” Max whispered against his hip, right where a dark bruise bloomed from ten minutes earlier. He kissed it again, possessive. “So very pretty. So very…” His lips trailed higher, leaving fire on Charles’s chest. “…Mine.”
Then Max caught his mouth in a kiss that was all teeth and want, while his slicked cock pressed hot and heavy against Charles’s thigh.
They’d been like this for almost thirty minutes, Max getting progressively more possessive, more aggressive, while Charles slipped deeper into the haze. He hadn’t understood why at first—Max had literally just won a Grand Prix. Shouldn’t he be euphoric, smug, basking?
And then Max had muttered something about being the only one who could get Charles like this. About being the only one who could fill him up.
Max was jealous.
Which also meant Charles wouldn’t be walking properly tomorrow.
“Fuck, Max…” Charles gasped, writhing under him, his wrists pinned above his head by Max’s hand. His chest heaved. “I need it. Need you.”
Max’s eyes burned, that edge taking him over, his voice rough. “That’s right. Only me, Charles. Only I get to be inside you. Only I get to fill you. No one else. Ever.”
Charles moaned, the words searing into his skin like a brand. “Yes—yes, Max. Only you. Please—” His thighs spread wider, shameless. “Please fuck me again. I need it so bad.”
Max groaned, dragging the head of his cock over Charles’s slick entrance, teasing. His other hand pressed against Charles’s belly, stroking the faint swell from earlier. “You’re already full of me,” he growled, grinding just enough to make Charles cry out. “I can feel it. But you’re greedy, aren’t you? You want more.”
Charles whined, eyes wet, body arching off the sheets. “Please, Max. Fill me up again. I want it—I want you. Fuck, I need you.”
That was all it took. Max pushed in, slow but steady, stretching Charles wide until he cried out, clutching at Max’s arms, trembling all over.
“Mine,” Max hissed, bottoming out, holding him still as his cock pulsed deep inside. He kissed Charles hard, their breaths tangling. “Always mine.”
Charles moaned brokenly, nodding frantically. “Yours. Always yours.”
Max didn’t give him a second more. He pulled out almost to the tip and slammed back in, over and over, piston-strong. The bedframe rattled against the wall, Charles’s cries echoing in the room as his body took every thrust, tightening around Max like it was made for him.
“Fuck, Charles,” Max groaned, one hand wrapping around his throat—not squeezing, just holding, claiming. “You’re so fucking tight. Squeezing me like you never want me to leave. Is that what you want? You want me to fill you until you can’t hold another drop?”
“Yes!” Charles screamed, his voice cracking, his back arching. “Yes, Max, please, please—I want it all, I want everything.”
Max leaned down, his lips at Charles’s ear, his thrusts harder now, deeper. “Good. Because I’m not stopping until you’re dripping. Until you’re leaking me for days. Until you can’t even think about anyone else because you’ll still be full of me.”
Charles keened, broken, delirious. “Please, Max, please…”
Max’s free hand slid down between them, pressing firmly against the bulge in Charles’s belly. Charles gasped, choking on his own voice as the pressure made him clamp down even tighter.
“You feel that?” Max rasped, cruel and reverent all at once. “That’s me. All the way inside you. Stretching you, filling you.”
Charles’s eyes rolled back, his thighs trembling violently. “Oh my god—Max, I—”
Max pressed harder, grinning darkly at the way Charles’s body shook, then pinched his clit between two fingers. Charles screamed, the orgasm ripping through him so violently he didn’t even know when it started—just that he was coming, body spasming, gushing around Max’s cock.
Max groaned, fucking him through it, teeth gritted. “So fucking good. So tight. Milking me like you want it—fuck—want me to cum inside you again.”
“Yes—yes, Max, come in me, please, I can’t—I need it—” Charles babbled, his voice high, incoherent, desperate.
That broke something in Max. He leaned down, lips finding that sweet spot on Charles’s neck, biting hard enough to mark as his cock pulsed inside and then spilled, re-painting the walls white .
Charles screamed his name, back arching, eyes wild with the sensation of being marked, filled, claimed.
And Max, spilling deep inside him, groaned against his skin. “Mine. Forever fucking mine.”
Max stayed buried inside him long after the orgasm, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temple and into Charles’s hair. The room reeked of sex, sharp and sweet, but layered now with something deeper—love.
When he finally softened, Max pulled out with a groan, his cock glistening. Charles whined at the loss, but then Max’s eyes caught on the mess between his lover’s thighs.
Cum—thick and white, his seed—was seeping slowly out of Charles, tracing obscene lines over his swollen pussy and onto the sheets.
Max froze, breath stuttering. His pupils blew wide, jaw clenching as hunger surged back, almost painful. “Look at you,” he rasped, his hand sliding down to spread Charles open further. Cum dribbled out in a glistening strand, and Max nearly growled at the sight. “So full of me already… so much that you're leaking.”
Charles whimpered, delirious, eyes glazed. He tried to twist his hips, but Max caught him, hauling him up. Strong hands slid under Charles’s thighs, lifting until Charles was sprawled chest-down across the bed, ass and hips high in the air, cock-drunk body trembling.
“Don’t waste it,” Max whispered harshly against his ear. “Not a drop.” He bent Charles’s spine with ease, keeping him propped up, his strong hands the only support as he angled Charles so gravity worked in his favor.
Charles moaned, helpless and pliant, his head dropping onto Max’s shoulder. Every muscle in his body felt liquid, every nerve raw. He couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All he could feel was the heat still simmering in his belly, and the thick awareness of Max’s cum inside him.
Would it take? He thought deliriously.
And all he could want—ache for—was more.
His lips brushed Max’s neck, his voice slurred, wrecked, but full of need. “Max… I need you again. Please. Fill me again.”
Max’s eyes darkened further, arms tightening around him, keeping him perched on display, dripping, stretched, owned.
“Greedy little Charlie,” he murmured, pressing a kiss into Charles’s damp curls, though his voice was shaking with restraint. “I just came inside. And already you’re begging for more?”
Charles gave a broken little laugh, half-sob, half-moan, trembling against him. “Can’t stop thinking about it. About you… filling me. Breeding me... I—fuck—I need it.”
Max’s cock twitched back to life, hardening against Charles’s thigh, betraying how little control he had left. He inhaled deeply, Charles’s soft cologne mixed with the drying sweat flooding his lungs, making his instincts roar.
He pressed Charles tighter into the bed, lips grazing his ear, voice low and dangerous. “Then don’t think. Just stay open for me, keep begging like this, and I’ll make sure you never go empty again.”
Charles shivered violently, body arching against Max’s hold, already desperate for the next load. His only thought—through the haze, through the exhaustion, through the bone-deep need—was soon. Soon Max will fill me again. And then again after that.