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Nick
Nick's head spun as Dan set him down, his feet felt unsteady on the floor. The rush of adrenaline and indignation surged through him, making him push away from Dan's imposing frame.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he yelled, his voice shaky but firm as he jabbed a finger in Dan's chest. "Why did you pick me up like that? I'm not some damsel in distress! I'm a grown-ass man, Dan!"
Dan tilted his head, his amber eyes glowing with a mixture of amusement and something darker, more primal. "I'm well aware of that," he said, his voice low and steady, sending an involuntary shiver down Nick's spine. "And I'm also aware of just how much self-control you've been exercising. More than I expected."
Nick frowned, his irritation giving way to confusion. "What are you talking about?"
Without answering, Dan took Nick's wrist gently but firmly and led him to stand in front of the dresser mirror. The glass reflected Nick's disheveled appearance: flushed cheeks, wide, dilated eyes, and trembling lips. Dan stepped behind him, his towering frame a stark contrast to Nick's smaller stature. He loomed close enough that Nick could feel the warmth of his body and the steady rhythm of his breathing, but he didn't touch him. Not completely.
"Look at yourself," Dan said, his voice soft but commanding, a whisper that sent vibrations straight to Nick's core. He leaned in, his breath tickling the sensitive skin of Nick's neck. "Do you see this?"
Dan's knuckles brushed against Nick's heated cheeks, his cool touch a soothing balm against the fire raging beneath Nick's skin. The touch making him lean into Dan's body unconsciously. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before he forced them open, staring at his reflection.
"Yes," Nick answered, his voice barely above a whisper. Dan's arms circled around him, strong and steady, holding him upright as his body threatened to betray him.
"And this," Dan murmured, his fingertips brushing over Nick's parted lips. The touch was light, almost reverent, yet it sent an electric jolt through Nick's entire body. He inhaled sharply, his tongue darting out instinctively to wet the spot where Dan's fingers had been. The intimate gesture felt natural, unbidden, and utterly mortifying.
Dan's fingers traveled lower, tracing the line of Nick's neck with deliberate precision. His touch was maddeningly slow, his cool skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Your neck," he said, his voice dropping an octave as his hand slid down to Nick's chest.
"Why are these so sensitive, Nick?" He pinched the hardened peaks gently, and Nick's head fell back against Dan's shoulder, his body arching instinctively into the touch.
Nick's breaths came in shallow gasps, his legs trembling as his knees threatened to give way. "Why are you doing this to me?" he asked, his voice ragged, barely able to form the words.
He inhaled deeply, catching the unique musk. He should pull away, he told himself. He should shove Dan's hands off and escape this overwhelming wave of sensation. But he couldn't. His body betrayed him, standing frozen under Dan's touch, every nerve ending alight with need.
He needed something desperately, though he wasn't sure what, or perhaps he was, but his stubbornness refused to admit it.
"I can make it stop," Dan murmured, his warm breath ghosting over Nick's ear before his teeth grazed the sensitive skin behind it. He bit down lightly, his tongue soothing the spot with a languid lick.
Nick let out a low, guttural sound, somewhere between a moan and a plea.
"Mmm..." He was too far gone, his thoughts dissolving into a haze of desire. Before he could process what was happening, Dan's sharp canines brushed against the soft column of his neck. He bit down gently, just enough to make Nick feel claimed, possessed.
"Do you want me?" Dan's voice was hypnotic, a velvet temptation that Nick couldn't resist. His amber eyes burned with hunger as he locked gazes with Nick through the mirror.
Nick tilted his head back, his flushed face meeting Dan's intense stare. His own reflection mirrored the turmoil in his heart, the raw, primal desire that threatened to consume him. "Yes," he whispered, the word slipping out unbidden, a confession drawn from the depths of his need. His voice was hoarse, wrecked with longing.
Dan's eyes darkened further, a satisfied smirk curving his lips. He leaned down, licking the sensitive spot his teeth had just claimed, sending shivers down Nick's spine. "Good," Dan murmured. "Then you'll have me."
Before Nick could respond, Dan scooped him up and carried him to the bed. He placed Nick down with a gentleness that contrasted with the fire in his eyes. It was then Nick noticed the unsheathed Avath, looking like porcelain against his ashy skin, faint veins of silver coursing through his arm.
Dan's low voice broke the silence, dripping with authority and desire. "Do you want this?" He brushed the tip of his Avath against Nick's lips, its warm, velvety surface igniting sparks wherever it touched.
Nick's resolve crumbled under the weight of temptation. His lips parted on instinct, his body crying out for relief. He nodded frantically, barely able to think beyond the gnawing hunger that consumed him.
"Open up," Dan commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. Nick obeyed without hesitation, his lips enveloping the tip of the Avath. Sweet honey-like liquid coated his tongue, the flavor tinged with an edge of sharpness that sent jolts of heat through his body. It stung slightly, a thousand tiny pricks of pleasure and pain that made him suck harder, desperate for more.
Dan groaned, his hand cupping Nick's cheek to steady him. "Be gentle," he warned, his voice strained. "It's sensitive."
Nick's cheeks burned with embarrassment, his eyes darting away. "Sorry," he mumbled, pulling back slightly.
Dan chuckled, a deep, rich sound that sent a thrill down Nick's spine. "Don't apologize. I don't mind it, but I've been starving for what's mine for far too long."
Nick quirked an eyebrow, managing a small chuckle despite his flushed state. "Do you say that to everyone you sleep with?"
Dan's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing with intensity. "Don't be ridiculous, Nick. How could I claim anyone else as mine? This isn't some meaningless fling."
Nick frowned, confused by the possessive undertone in Dan's words. "Isn't that just...sex talk?"
Dan paused, realization dawning on his face. A predatory grin spread across his lips, both alluring and dangerous. "Sex talk? No, Nick. This isn't foreplay. We've been fore-playing for days now."
"We," he said, pulling him closer, "don't need any more foreplay. You're fully primed, Nick."
Nick blinked, his arousal momentarily clouded by confusion. "I'm what?"
Dan shook his head, dismissing the question. "Nothing," he muttered before capturing Nick's lips in a searing kiss, silencing any protests. This time, the kiss was fiercer, more desperate, their tongues clashing as Nick felt his body spiral further into a whirlwind of need and surrender.
Dan's movements were swift, his urgency palpable as he stripped off his clothes with a grace that was almost otherworldly. Nick's breath hitched, anticipation coursing through his veins.
"You're so human," Dan murmured, his lips brushing against Nick's flushed skin. His gaze was intense, laced with restraint. "I fear hurting you, Nick."
The words sent a thrill through Nick, but also stirred something darker, something wilder. The last thing he feared was being hurt by Dan. In fact, a strange, secret part of him yearned for the opposite. He wanted Dan to lose control, to give in completely to his Grosh instincts. To take him without hesitation. His neck still throbbed deliciously from the earlier bite, a lingering reminder of just how primal and possessive Dan could be.
Nick's breath caught as Dan's hands reached for his own clothing, but Dan was quicker. In a blur of motion, his clothes were gone, revealing a body that Nick could only describe as sculpted by gods. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his powerful frame radiating raw, unfiltered masculinity. Nick's eyes drifted lower, catching sight of Dan's unique cock as he freed it from his trousers. It was exactly as Nick remembered and yet seeing it again sent a fresh wave of shock through him.
"You look nervous," Dan said, his voice tinged with amusement as he noted Nick's wide-eyed stare.
Nick swallowed hard, cheeks flushing. "It's just... you're different than the men I've ever been with."
Dan's expression darkened, amusement giving way to something far more possessive. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he leaned down, his lips brushing against Nick's ear. "Don't talk about other men in front of me," he snarled. "It kills me to think of anyone else being inside you. You're mine, Nick. And yes, I may be different, but you'll enjoy every inch of me. You'll enjoy it because that's how we're made, we're perfect for each other."
Nick's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as Dan's words wrapped around him like a spell. His legs parted instinctively, making room for Dan's broad hips. Dan pressed their bodies together, rubbing the bumpy ridges of his member against Nick's own hardness. The texture a unique kind of sensation, each plushy bump leaving Nick a quivering mess, his mind clouded with pleasure.
Nick's breath hitched, his body trembling with anticipation as Dan's words wrapped around him like a spell. His legs parted instinctively, making room for Dan's broad hips. Dan pressed their bodies together.
"Are you ready?" Dan asked, his voice husky as he positioned himself at Nick's entrance.
Nick nodded, his voice barely a whisper. "Yes."
There was an initial discomfort as Dan pushed inside. Dan paused, leaning down to kiss him deeply, his lips soft and soothing. Slowly, he moved again, inch by inch, his progress careful and deliberate.
Nick panted, his hands gripping Dan's shoulders.
Nick squirmed, the fullness overwhelming—but before he could speak, something unexpected happened. A featherlight sensation wrapped around his member. Nick looked down at the tendrils that had emerged from the base of Dan's c*ck.
"What is that?" Nick asked, his voice trembling with a mix of shock and arousal.
Dan's hands steadied him, his tone gentle but firm. "It's called a Pin. It holds onto my mate while I move inside him. It's designed to give you pleasure—and to ensure you take every bit of my seed. Don't try to move away; they'll only tighten."
Nick's eyes widened. "You could've warned me!" he exclaimed, though his protest quickly dissolved into a moan as the tendrils began to ripple and contract.
Nick surrendered to Dan's embrace, their connection deepening in a way that was both unfamiliar and profoundly intimate.
Despite moments of confusion and hesitation, Nick found himself carried away by the primal connection they shared, a bond that transcended words and logic. As waves of pleasure and emotion washed over them, their mutual passion culminated in a release that left them both breathless and utterly drained.
Nestled against Dan's protective warmth, Nick's mind briefly lingered on the unanswered mysteries, but exhaustion claimed him before curiosity could take hold. With Dan's steady heartbeat as a lullaby, Nick drifted into a deep, untroubled sleep, knowing the questions could wait for another day. For now, the comfort of being wrapped in Dan's arms was all he needed.