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[the_fairest_flower]

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[patientman]

It's good that he wants to keep going because Bashir has no intention of letting up. He snarls and holds onto Jamie's hip with one hand, keeping him steady so he can be used for Julian's own pleasure. If he can, he'll push Jamie through his own orgasm and just keep going until he's satisfied.

He's able to come quickly and notably more than he'd expected. (The sofa is going to need a serious deep clean.) However, any hope he'd had that it would clear his head was false. Still deep in the throws of a rut, Bashir whines at Jamie and slips his hand up between his legs to play with or maybe try to keep his hole full. "Bedroom. Now."

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie gasps and arches his back when he feels it. It satisfies something bone-deep to feel that release, knowing Bashir is coming in him, giving him what he wants. He trembles, pushing back against the alpha. He's dizzy, overheated, and he whines quietly as fingers brush against him.

"Okay--okay."

He pushes himself up and very reluctantly pulls away. Jamie almost loses his balance, knees weak even if that was quick. At least he knows the way to the bedroom. He hurries that way to make it to the bed, thinking that if he doesn't move quick, he may be tackled to the floor.

[patientman]

Moving quickly was a good idea because it means that instead of the floor or against a wall, Bashir is going to pin Jamie to the bed. He can't seem to get enough of the omega - his scent or touch - and there's no reason he shouldn't glut himself.

Bashir might've already come once, but he's still more than half-hard and working his way back to readiness. "You want more."

It's not a question.

"Tell me you want it." He's already got a hand between their bodies, reaching to stroke Jamie's prick.

[the_fairest_flower]

He gasps sharply when Bashir's weight hits him, pinning him to the bed.

"Yes," he moans as as the other man strokes him. He writhes, hard again by the time Bashir touches him. "I want it. I want--I want you to fill me, Julian. I need you."

Jamie moves closer, thighs framing Bashir's hips as seeks that touch. He reaches to stroke him, encouraging him back to full arousal.

"Everything you can give me."

[patientman]

"Good, I'm going to fill you up with my cock, my come, and we're going to see how many times you can take it." It doesn't take much encouragement to get him hard and rutting his cock against the slick and his own spend that's already on Jamie.

He feels he ought to speak, but he's too distracted. Overwhelmed, maybe? Either way, once he's able to push his cock inside, there are very few thoughts left in his head. A rising tide of instinct takes over and his hips snap before settling into a harsh rhythm.

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie gasps sharply and pushes his hips hard toward Julian as he pushes in. One hand grabs at the bed while the other grips the man's arm, trying to brace himself. His thighs tighten against Julian's sides. Every thrust hits hard, and soon enough all Jamie can hear is the sound of his own breathing and the obscene sound of skin against skin as their bodies meet.

He's hot, flushed, and he can't remember ever being so aroused in his life. This kind of neediness is nothing he's had to deal with before. His nails dig against Julian's skin and he arches his back, trying to encourage him deep with every thrust.

He doesn't even realize that he's begging.

[patientman]

Bashir might be saying something, but it's not particularly coherent. Likely just some variation on how good Jamie is, how sweet, how much he wants it, and how Bashir is going to take and take.

To stop himself saying too much, he mouths at Jamie's shoulder then bites down. Not hard enough to break the skin, not yet. When he's not babbling on, the slick, wet sounds of their fucking is loud in the room.

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie moans sharply and buries his fingers in Julian's hair as teeth dig against his shoulder. He gets tight and a full body shiver rushes through him: the pressure sends a delicious jolt straight through him, and he realizes he wouldn't mind if Julian bit harder.

"Please," he whimpers, breathless. The sound between them is obscene, perfect. His body tenses again and he tries to push himself closer. The urgency, the bite, pushes Jamie into another orgasm and his hands tense, gripping tight as the pleasure rolls through him. Despite that release, Jamie's need doesn't fade.

[patientman]

He wants to bite harder, but it doesn't feel right. Not yet, anyway. Bashir is aware that Jamie has come, but he doesn't stop. He's going to keep pushing, giving into that driving need to keep him pinned and stuffed full.

It's getting harder to pull his cock all the way out. That doesn't make sense, but when he slips a hand down between their bodies, he realizes just what's happening. Knots are common enough among non-humans that he's seen and treated plenty. "I'm going to keep you here. Tied to me. Like you're meant to be."

[the_fairest_flower]

Jamie's trembling by the time he realizes what's happening. He is what he is and he has plenty of experience with non-human cocks, but this--holy shit. He grabs at Julian's thigh, whimpering as it becomes harder for the man to pull out.

And he swears he's never been so turned on in his life as when he hears that ragged promise to keep him here. Like he's meant to be. His body tightens and he tries to get closer, encouraging that as much as he can. He wants that, he needs it.

"Please," he gasps out again. "Julian--"

[patientman]

"Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got you. I won't let you go." As he holds Jamie close to his chest, another rumble from somewhere as he bites down again. It's only once he's sunk his teeth into the curve of his shoulder that he's able to come.

...and come.

...and probably still keep coming for longer than he'd thought possible. It's hot, wet, and his knot is keeping them tied tightly together.