I fought the urge to stop and scold him right then and there, telling him that he should always be safe and that not everyone will be like me and be tested regularly. If he were mine I would never- no, not yours Avery. Not yours.

I shook my head, neck turning pink when I caught my possessive thoughts as I lubed up my shaft and drizzled some onto his hole, him whining when the cool gel met his skin and I rubbed it in with the tip of my erection.

“Ready?” I husked, rubbing back and forth over his hole until he was begging for me, back arching and legs spreading as he tried to catch the tip of me. I sunk into him smoothly, a long moan leaving his parted lips as he panted and writhed. I groaned loudly, his hole wet and hot around me as I slowly thrust in. “Alright?” My voice was so deep, barely a growl as I fought against the pleasure so I didn’t just start thrusting and absolutely ruin him. He whined out a muffled ‘uh-huh’ and I chuckled as I pulled out and then slowly pushed back in, my hips touching his soft cheeks as I bottom out and his chest heaved.

After a while I picked up the pace, steadily thrusting in and out of him as he clenched and fluttered around me, nails visibly digging into the pillow he was clinging on to as I kissed and licked my way across his back, biting his soft neck and making him clench around me. He begged for more, making my nostrils flare as I pulled all the way out and thrust back in roughly, making him almost scream as I felt his shaft twitch, my hand wrapping around it so I could pump him in time to my thrusts.

“W-Wait!” He gasped, hips rocking back and meeting me thrust for thrust as his skin grew slick with sweat. “N-Not both!” He panted, trying to grab my wrist from stroking him. “I-I ca-can’t do b-both!” I ignored him, going a little faster and sucking a bruise into the sweet spot on his neck. I promised myself I wouldn’t, but hearing his precious moans as I pleasured him drove me wild, making me want to tell the world that I was the one giving him pleasure tonight. Me.

“Am I being too rough?” I asked, slowing for a second when he mewled loudly and whimpered brokenly. He shook his head quickly, pushing back hard against me and I smirked and resumed my actions, feeling him tighten up around me as he started to come. He set me off, making me moan out and lick his ear as I rubbed his pulsing shaft tighter.

“I’m going to fill you up, August. Get you dripping with my seed.” He cried out and released into my hand, channel clamping down like a vice around me and I released into him, painting his inside with my essence as I shuddered out a breath onto his skin. He started to collapse but I caught him, leaning him back so he was sitting in my lap and I stroked his stomach, shushing him and kissing at his shoulder as he blinked and shook his head a little; coming out of his trance and lifting his head slightly from my shoulder. I went to lift him up so I could pull out and clean him up but he whimpered in distress and choked out a strangled ‘no’, grabbing the hands that were lifting him up and setting them back on his stomach.

He was adorable like this, limp and floppy as his hole clenched around me; not wanting me to leave and I felt a swell of pride wash through me.

“Stay?” He asked, eyes fighting to stay open as they looked desperately at me. I chuckled and a smile pulled at my lips.

“Of course,” I whispered, managing to turn him around and his legs wrapped around my waist, my shaft still buried deep inside him as I walked us to his bedroom; laying down on the bed and letting him sprawl out on top of me. “I feel so full,” he muttered sleepily, pulling me tighter against him as he settled on my chest and went to sleep.

I couldn't believe this was where I was.

It didn’t matter what I signed or promised myself. I was making August mine, and I would be his if it was the last thing I did. Merry Christmas August, because you just got my heart and love wrapped in a box with your name on it.