"I can't wait any longer, Suga… I'm going to put it in."
Suga's breath caught. His body was pressed down into the mattress, Zion's palms firm on his ass— kneading, spreading him wider. The man's fingers still moved inside him for a moment longer, teasing him open, and then slipped free. The sudden absence made his insides clench desperately, trembling at the emptiness left behind.
But then something else grazed his rim. The blunt tip pressed against him, circling, tapping again and again in cruel tease. Suga turned his head in alarm, and what he saw made his blood run cold; Zion, brows drawn tight, one hand gripping his cock as he lined himself up, intent on pushing inside.
The moment the head breached him, slow and unrelenting, Suga felt his body stretch to its limits. It burned, splitting him wide, as though he might tear apart at any second.
"Zion!"
