It was a good thing he had decided on a hand job instead, because he could barely wrap both hands around the Alpha.
It would hurt like a bitch getting that in him.
Lake wasn’t a virgin but he didn’t exactly get around, there was simply no time to.
Thinking about work made him tighten his grip around Davian’s dick harder than he intended...
Because if Arthur hadn’t decided to be his usual awful self, he wouldn’t be in this position.
Tightening his grip made Master Davian bow his back, the Alpha letting out a choked moan.
And that was Lake’s cue to go harder and faster, his wrists starting to get sore.
On the next upstroke, precum spilled generously from his reddened tip, the Master lifting him up slightly with every flex of his hips.
Lake was starting to worry that a hand job wouldn’t nearly be enough to get the Alpha to cum.
So he inched lower down his body so that he would be able to take him in his mouth.
Lake wasn’t about to test his gag reflex so he just sucked on the heated tip and kept up with stroking.
And it was a good thing he hadn’t tried to take the Alpha in any deeper, because he barely had his mouth on him before he was cumming down his tongue.
He gagged slightly at the unexpectedness, opening his mouth to let it spill out.
He swallowed what he couldn’t get out, making a face, and when Master Davian was no longer writhing and groaning under him, he dared to look at his face.
Somehow, the Alpha looked worse than when they had started out.
Skin feverish, pupils blown out. It looked like he had fallen deeper into the fog of his rut.
And when the Master shot upright and switched their positions in a split second, Lake let it happen.
He was placed on his stomach with his ass propped up, at pillow placed under him.
He couldn’t help but be relieved that Master Davian was at least considerate even in the haze of his rut.
He winced when his snug pants were practically ripped off, not because he cared about the waste...
Because the mansion practically provided these uniforms, so it wouldn’t be coming out of his pocket, but because it stung.
Lake gasped when cool air hit his legs, feeling his slick drip down for the first time.
He flinched when he immediately felt Master Davian’s tip press into his wet hole.
Now, even with prep, it would have been a tight and uncomfortable fit, but without any was a death sentence.
"W-Wait- Fuck!" Lake’s scream was muffled by the pillow he had been clinging to, his cock wilting from the searing pain.
It felt like he was being split in two, his knees going weak and slipping down the bed.
He sank his teeth in the pillow to try and stay quiet, his arms wrapped tight around the poor pillow.
His slick provided lubrication, but his hole was way too tight for the Master’s intimidating size.
So, he was forced to endure several painful thrusts, a loud moan getting punched out of him when Master Davian accidentally found his sweet spot.
It still hurt, his lower back aching, but it also felt good.
Davian was too deep in, he could feel his lower belly distend, his prostate getting hit so hard he could swear that he was seeing stars.
Lake’s thighs were trembling by the time it stopped hurting, never taking his face out of the pillow.
A cursed cry spilled past his lips and into his pillow when another merciless thrust pushed him over the edge.
His bite throbbed in tandem with the pleasure that rushed through his bloodstream, making him tingle from the tips of his fingers and toes to his leaking cock.
His lashes were wet with tears when he lifted his head up. Master Davian had pulled out without warning after his orgasm tapered off.
It made him lift his head and look over a shoulder in confusion, his hair in his face.
He didn’t get an answer - of course not - because Master Davian still hadn’t regained his senses yet.
Lake quickly learned why the Alpha had pulled out in the next moment, because he flipped him around to lay on his back and then leaned in for a kiss.
Master Davian kissed him with a touch of desperation, Lake choking on the kiss when he felt him push into him again.
Overstimulation made it uncomfortable like the first time, not as painful but it felt too much.
Davian wouldn’t stop kissing him, and fucking him...
He clawed at the Alpha’s bare back, not quite sure if he was trying to push him away or pull him closer.
Lake was so very close to breaking into sobs when he felt the Alpha’s knot push into his already sore hole.
His dark brown hair was laid out against the sheets, desert brown eyes reflecting reverent gray.
"Fuck," Lake cursed when Davian went limp, pinning him into the bed.
He could feel the Alpha’s cum spilling into his overstimulated walls, uncomfortably full of his knot and cum.
Being pinned down was also not fun, but it spared him a confrontation.
Lake would take nearly having his ribs broken over facing Davian after being marked and fucked by the Alpha while his was oblivious from his rut.
He couldn’t move for at least a few minutes, and it had nothing to do with the big, muscled body of his Mafia King laying on him.
This was the perfect time for reality to hit but Lake was still floating in his post orgasmic haze.
Hopefully, Master Davian stayed knocked out long enough for him to figure out what to do.
But for now, he was stuck until the Alpha’s knot went down.
The taste of dark chocolate was now past the tip of his tongue, he could taste Master Davian every time he swallowed.
His entire body ached, some parts more than others, and every time he was reminded of the mating bite on his neck, his world spun.