Page 70 of Primal Bond
Zanik’s eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and arousal, his body trembling beneath Finn’s teasing touch. The power dynamic between them shifted with every breath, every playful taunt. Finn felt a rush of excitement, knowing he had this effect on Zanik.
With deliberate slowness, Finn began to strip off his own clothes, tossing them into the Vaszian grass. The cool night air kissed his bare skin, heightening his senses. He could feel Zanik’s eyes on him, the Borraq’s gaze devouring every inch of his exposed body.
Finn settled back on top of Zanik, feeling the Borraq’s twin cocks press against his skin. The sensation was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine.
Zanik’s growl deepened, his hands gripping the grass as he fought to control himself. Finn marveled at the sight before him. Zanik's twin cocks were already leaking thick, slick precome, glistening in the starlight. The sheer volume of it made Finn's fingers glide effortlessly as he teased the heads. The sensation of Zanik's alien precome coating his skin sent a thrill through him. He loved everything about Zanik's Borraq anatomy. Not only did it mean twice the fun, but the practicality of having two cocks was something Finn found endlessly fascinating.
"You know," Finn began, his voice dripping with playful malice, "I know all the things you want to do to me right now. But I won’t let you. Not yet. BecauseI’min charge."
The only answer he got was a growl, the sound vibrating through his entire body.
Slowly, deliberately, Finn moved one slick finger to his own entrance. He felt the cool night air kiss his skin as he began to stroke himself, teasing the rim before sliding the finger in. The sensation made him shiver, his body reacting to the intrusion with a mix of pleasure and anticipation.
He looked down at Zanik, whose normally-icy stare was now molten with desire. Zanik's eyes tracked every movement of Finn’s fingers, watching intently as they disappeared into Finn’s body. The Borraq’s twin cocks throbbed, the sight of Finn pleasuring himself having an effect.
"See something you like?" Finn teased, his voice breathless but firm.
Zanik's growl deepened, his body hot beneath Finn. "You’re going to regret teasing me like this."
"Maybe," Finn replied, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. "But that's a problem for later."
With that, he added another finger, the slickness making the entry smooth. He moaned softly, feeling the stretch and the fullness. His eyes locked onto Zanik’s, savoring the hunger and desperation in the Borraq’s gaze.
Each thrust of his fingers sent waves of pleasure through him, but the real thrill came from watching Zanik’s reaction. Finn could see the way Zanik’s cocks twitched, the Borraq’s body straining to hold back.
He loved this. He loved teasing Zanik, being a brat, being playful — and he loved the way that Zanik indulged him, letting Finn pretend to boss him around.
Finn bit his lip, riding his fingers as he arched his back, lost in the sensations coursing through him. Each movement sent shivers up his spine, a heady mix of pleasure and anticipation building within him. He felt the cool night air on his exposed skin, contrasting with the heat pooling deep inside him.
His breath came in shallow gasps as he quickened his pace, fingers moving rhythmically, seeking that sweet spot that made stars explode behind his eyelids. But it wasn’t enough. The teasing, the self-control — he couldn’t hold back any longer. With a groan of frustration and need, he broke, reaching for one of Zanik’s cocks.
“Finally giving in?” Zanik’s voice was rough with desire, but a smirk played on his lips.
Finn laughed breathlessly. “Giving in? Never. Just taking what's mine.”
Zanik’s growl was low, reverberating through the air as Finn straddled his lap, Zanik's cocks hard against the inside of Finn's spread thighs.
It had been an adventure, discovering all the ways to enjoy Zanik's anatomy. Sucking both at once, seeing how greedy he could get… frotting with his own cock sandwiched between them, the friction driving him wild…
There were so many ways to play, but sometimes, the basics were the best.
Finn pressed the head of one cock against his hole, shivering at the contact. Slowly, he began to sink down, the thick pressure breaching him. He gasped, the sensation of being filled making his toes curl.
Zanik’s eyes darkened, his grip tightening on Finn’s thighs. “More,” Zanik growled, his other cock hard and slick between Finn’s thighs, pressing against his own.
Finn gathered his breath, steadying himself. Inch by inch, he sank down, feeling every ridge, every vein. The stretch was exquisite, the sensation of being filled overwhelming. His heart raced, and he could feel the pulse of Zanik’s cock inside him, a living, throbbing presence.
He was filled, surrounded, connected in a way that made everything else fade away.
As he moved, his thoughts were a jumble of emotions and sensations. The way Zanik’s hands held him, the look in his eyes, the sheer physicality of their connection — it all melded into a perfect moment. Finn felt a deep sense of belonging, of being exactly where he was meant to be.
Finn began to move, slowly at first, feeling every inch of Zanik’s thick cock stretching him. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and pressure that made his toes curl. He could feel the heat of Zanik’s body beneath him, the Borraq’s strong hands steadying him as he rode.
With each thrust, Finn felt himself growing bolder, his movements becoming more confident. He rocked his hips, taking Zanik deeper, feeling the way Zanik’s cock filled him completely. It was overwhelming, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
“God, Zanik,” Finn moaned, his voice breathless and filled with need.
Zanik’s grip tightened on his hips, his icy blue eyes darkening with desire. “Keep going, Finn. I want to hear you.”