The pace turned frantic, and a guttural growl rumbled from Zion's throat as he jerked Suga's cock— hard one moment, softening the next— pushing Suga to the edge of what he could handle. He nearly blacked out, his vision blurring, if not for Zion's hand lightly smacking his cheek, a gentle jolt to keep him awake, forcing his eyes to stay open. Then—the sudden warmth flooded inside him, spreading fast and filling his stomach. Zion came hard, his release overflowing, and from the way his hips still twitched and ground deeper now and then, it seemed like he wasn't done.
Suga's fear that Zion might knot him didn't materialize. Instead, Zion slid out, his cock leaving Suga's body, and he dragged his fingers along the rim, checking the slick mess within before pressing the leaking remnants of his semen back inside.
