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The heat inside him tightens violently, squeezing my cock in a ruthless grip.
The sudden pressure is overwhelming, like I’m being devoured whole.
My entire body burns, breath ragged and mindless.
“Ah—ah, Batista…!”
His hand yanks mine forward
. I lose my balance, collapsing onto him.
Batista pulls me flush against him, arms coiled around my body like a serpent’s embrace.
He presses his forehead to my shoulder, lingering for a moment before nuzzling his cheek against my bare skin.
Even this simple touch sends shivers through me—every nerve is wound to the breaking point.
“Hah… I—ah, it hurts—ugh!”
Ignoring my whimper, Batista sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck.
There’s no restraint—the pain is sharp enough to feel like he’s tearing flesh.
My body trembles violently, eyes wet.
But he doesn’t stop.
He gnaws at my neck, my shoulder, each bite forcing me to squeeze my eyes shut.
It hurts—god, it hurts—yet the way his body pulses around me, alternating between crushing pressure and dizzying release, is maddeningly good.
“Hah… S-sorry… I’m sorry…”
Batista laps at the marks he left.
The warmth of his tongue is a stark contrast to his teeth, but the sting of saliva on raw skin is more painful than soothing.
My body shudders under the attention.
It’s like being tasted by a predator.
And the strangest part?
Even through the pain, the thought of being devoured by him isn’t unpleasant.
If anything, it sets me on fire.
The fact that Batista wants me this much—
I laugh.
Even though my face must be a mess—tears, twisted between pain and pleasure—I can’t help but smile at him.
“I love you…”
“……”
“Anything you give me… ngh, I’ll take it all. I want—ah—to see every part of you…”
Batista exhales, breath hot and sweet.
He doesn’t seem upset, so I press a playful kiss to his lips, hoping for mercy.
Not that I mind, but it’s exhausting.
“You’re really… something else.”
The resignation in his voice is a relief.
Looks like he’s letting it go.
As if on cue, the legs locked around my waist finally loosen.
“Hah… fuuuh.”
Finally, I can breathe.
My hips are probably bruised red and blue, but I’d rather not check.
Knowing would just make it hurt more.
Batista takes my hand again—gentler this time, careful where before he was crushing.
His fingers lace with mine, warm and tender.
The softness is almost ticklish.
Hands still clasped, he starts moving his hips, guiding me with slow, deliberate rolls.
The suffocating pressure from earlier is gone, replaced by a snug, rhythmic heat.
It’s soothing, like an apology to my overstimulated cock.
A single spark, and the fire roars back to life.
I’m already on the edge.
Gritting my teeth, I pull out.
I stop just before spilling inside him.
But as soon as I pulled out, I came, spilling my release over his hole.
The milky-white fluid dripped around his wet entrance, making it look as though it had leaked from inside—even though I hadn’t finished there.
As if I’d filled him up so much that it couldn’t all be contained and had started seeping out…
Of course, that couldn’t be the case, but just imagining it made my face burn hot.
“What are you doing?”
Oops, I must have been spacing out.
“Just thinking about how lucky I am to have a boyfriend this handsome—and sexy.”
“Hurry up and get on with it.”
Yes, sir.
Following his command, I spread his cheeks and pushed back in.
The sight of Batista’s loosened rim greedily swallowing me whole was seared into my vision.
The moment I was fully inside, he clenched tight around me, as if he’d been waiting.
It thrilled me to feel how aroused Batista was.
“Hah…”
He rocked his hips again.
Every movement of his thick, firm waist made his insides tighten around me.
There was no way this wasn’t deliberate—he was egging me on.
So I gave him exactly what he wanted.
Just like the first time we joined our bodies, I gripped his hand tightly and thrust in hard, burying myself to the hilt.
Batista’s body shuddered violently.
“Ah—ah…!”
A moan burst from his lips, sharp and unrestrained.
He must have tried to hold it back, but it slipped out anyway.
Just that one sound was enough to flush his cheeks red.
But he squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment before reopening them, tightening his grip on my hand.
His hazy gaze locked onto mine—an affectionate expression.
It was practically silent permission.
The rims of his reddened eyes glistened faintly with moisture.
So damn adorable.
“Ngh—ah!”
I deliberately angled myself, driving deep into the spot I knew would overwhelm him.
The thick head of my cock stabbed into his plush inner walls before sliding even deeper.
When I tried to pull back, his clinging muscles trembled, as if reluctant to let me go.
“Ha—ah…! Nngh…!”
I pushed in again, spreading him wide, relentlessly grinding against his prostate.
His inner walls, stretched to their limit to take me in, quivered under the excessive stimulation.
Every time the head of my cock struck deep, his muscles fluttered before clamping down tightly, molding around my shape.
The sensation of being completely enveloped swept me away in pleasure.
The overwhelming satisfaction of being wholly accepted by the one I loved made my chest swell.
“Hn—Batista…”
“Hah—ah, nngh!”
“Feels… good.”
I couldn’t hold back—I had to tell him.
Had to say I loved him.
Batista looked up at me with tear-brightened eyes, his oversensitive body wracked with pleasure.
He couldn’t even close his mouth properly, gasping as he watched me.
“Ngh—ah… R-Raul.”
He called my name in a shy, trembling voice.
The way he fought through his embarrassment just to indulge me was unbearably cute.
I pulled him closer, kissing him deeply.
Even as our lips met and I swallowed his breath, little whimpers still escaped him.
Every time our sweat-slicked skin rubbed together, his perfectly sculpted body trembled under my touch.
“Raul… ngh.”
Ah, I love him so much.
“You feel so good.”
I whispered it against his skin, pouring all my affection into the words before pressing a kiss to his burning-red ear.
Every part of Batista was perfect to me.
“I love… you.”
The confession spilled out as I reveled in his warmth.
Our tightly clasped hands, the heat of his body wrapped around mine—it all filled me with happiness.
Batista’s half-lidded eyes, glazed with pleasure, flew wide open.
A full-body shudder wracked him.
“Ngh—ah!”
His grip on my hand tightened—his powerful body tensing up completely.
As he trembled, his inner walls convulsed around me, clamping down hard.
Pleasure surged through me.
Batista came.
‘Ah, so cute.’
Had it been my confession that pushed him over?
Or was the timing just perfect?
I couldn’t be sure, but the fact that he’d reacted so intensely to my feelings left me giddy.
The fierce grip on my hand loosened.
I let go of our interlaced fingers and instead grabbed his heaving chest—the way his rounded pecs bounced with every movement had been distracting me for a while now.
His sweat-slicked, chocolate-toned skin glistened under my touch as I kneaded firmly.
The moment I squeezed, Batista’s body twitched.
After thoroughly enjoying his chest, I plunged back into him.
“Ngh—Raul…!”
Batista grabbed my shoulder.
His trembling made the flesh of his chest quiver under my grip.
But uncharacteristically for Batista, there was no strength in his hold.
Unsure what he meant by it, I simply went ahead with what I’d intended to do.
Still clutching his chest firmly, I pressed down on the protruding nipple.
The flushed nub quickly sprang back into place.
When I deliberately pinched it teasingly, hah—a moan escaped him.
Ah, the sensation was incredible. I buried my face in his chest. Soft and warm.
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