Gray instinctively pressed his ass

Gray instinctively pressed his ass harder against Lyon as he cried out in pleasure. The man had not been kidding. He was indeed making Gray his. The younger boy could not say that he minded. If this was what it meant to be Lyon's, he would gladly become his without a second thought.

"Quite sensitive here, aren't we?" Lyon bit down on Gray's neck while flicking his finger across that extremely sensitive part of his chest repeatedly. Another cry. Lyon's teeth were definitely going to leave a mark. Someone was bound to discover that later.

"A- ah, Lyon-!"

Moaning his partner's name, Gray clenched the bed sheets with one hand. The other had moved down to the rim of his boxers, trying to pull them down. Considering just how damn hard he had gotten, they were just in the way.

Another hand soon joined in, aiding Gray in getting off the last irritating piece of clothing. He could already feel Lyon stare at his naked body and damn was it a good feeling. It appeared to have a similar effect on Lyon as well.

"Sexy sight," Lyon whispered huskily, starting to rub against Gray once more. The rough feeling of the trousers was slightly uncomfortable, but the blackhead bore with it. God, he did not want any of this to stop.

Another moan escaped him as a warm hand wrapped around that hard erection between his slightly spread legs. Slowly, Lyon's fingers caress the shaft, running over the slit and rubbing the head. Like this, Gray would not hold out long. Not with how expertly the whitehaired male moved his hand.

"L-Lyon, I'm gonna-!"

For a few seconds, Gray's world went bright as white fluid spurted out over the sheets and Lyon's hand. He buried his head in a pillow, glad that Lyon still held his hips up. If not, Gray would have collapsed onto the bed.

"That's right," Lyon smirked, running his dirtied hand across Gray's chest followed by an additional bitemark being added on his neck. "Let me hear you cry out my name like that again."

The older male flipped Gray onto his back, the white streaks on his chest starting to dry already. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, teets and tongues clashing. Gray was positive that he was going to drown in this pleasure.

"And remember who it is you belong to."

"Mmmh," Gray moaned in response to Lyon attacking his collarbone. Wrapping his arms around his partner's neck, he clenched the white hair between his fingers. "As if I could ever forget. I belong to you and you alone."

"Good boy.