Zeke was still trembling beneath him.
Eyes glassy. Cheeks flushed. Sweat slicking every inch of his body. He could barely breathe, let alone speak - but the small, wrecked smile on his lips said enough.
He thought it was over.
Damien's cock was still buried inside him pulsing, thick, keeping Zeke full and stretched to the brim. He thought maybe Damien was just holding him, letting him recover.
He was wrong.
So wrong.
Because when Damien pulled out, Zeke gasped in relief - but only for a second.
Then Damien flipped him. Rough. Fast. Grabbing his hips and dragging him down the bed like a doll.
"No-ahh-Damien-!"
"You think I'm done with you?"
Zeke tried to crawl away, legs shaking, but Damien was already lining himself behind him - thicker than ever, harder than should be possible.
Zeke's breath hitched. "I-I came already- c-
can't-!
"You don't have to." Damien's voice dropped into a growl. "I'm the one doing the work now."
And then he shoved back in.
Hard.
Zeke screamed.
The pressure hit all over again - sharper deeper, every thrust slamming his hips forward like Damien wanted to fuck him through the mattress.
It wasn't love-making anymore.
It was claiming.
Damien gripped his hips so tight Zeke knew there'd be bruises. His other hand curled into his hair, pulling his head back so he could whisper.
> "Mine. Mine. Mine."
Each word came with a thrust that knocked the breath out of Zeke's lungs.
He couldn't think.
Couldn't exist.
He could feel cum dripping out from the first round, mixing with the mess Damien was slamming back into him, and still- he was getting hard again.
His cock twitched helplessly beneath him.
"Damien--p-please--" he sobbed. "I can't-
my body-"
"You wanted to be fucked dumb, didn't you?" Damien hissed against his neck.
"Wanted me to lose control? To take you until you forgot how to talk?"
Zeke just moaned.
That's all he could do.
He couldn't answer. Not with Damien fucking him this deep. Not with the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room, his body bouncing with every savage thrust.
Then Damien slammed in all the way and stayed there, grinding, deep, so deep Zeke saw white.
"Open your mouth," Damien ordered.
Zeke did.
Damien spat in it.
Zeke moaned.
Damien grabbed his throat, made him swallow it.
And fucked him harder.
Zeke came again.
No hands.
Just from being used.
Just from knowing Damien had snapped and wouldn't stop until he'd made Zeke his in every way a man could.
And when Damien came again- loud, raw snarling Zeke's name into his ear- he didn't pull out.
Didn't move.
Just collapsed on top of him, panting cock still inside, locking them together like his body refused to let Zeke go.
"You're mine now," he growled. "And I'm gonna make sure you never forget it."
Zeke nodded weakly, tears on his cheeks,
"Y-yours..."
Damien kissed his shoulder.
"You're not leaving this bed till I've had you again. "
And Zeke?
Smiled.
Because he didn't want to leave anyway.