The intense rush that came with Elliot’s Kiss pushed Killian over the edge again and the resulting gush of lubricant allowed Elliot’s knot to finally push into him. Killian’s body went rigid, his mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure. Oh. Oh fuck. He had never cum like this, never felt the kiss like this. The rush was unforgettable, unbelievably strong and was something he’d be craving for the rest of his life.
As soon as the knot had slipped into Killian, Elliot’s thrusts became more akin to a grind — but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still trying to keep up the pace he had earlier and the sensation of that knot struggling against the entrance of Killian’s cunt made him see stars again. An unbelievable mix of unbearable fullness and the sweet ache of pain. It was almost more than Killian could handle.
“OH GOD — ELLIOT!” The scream seemed to echo off the walls of the safe room, the sounds of Killian’s own pleasure driving him to cum again. Wave after wave, the feeling grew stronger and Killian’s chest grew warmer, felt more full, felt happier. “FUCK!!! I CAN’T — OH GOD! FUCK!”
Killian felt Elliot’s knot swelling inside of him, filling him fuller and fuller still, stretching him and making tears spring up in the corners of his eyes. Killian moaned deliriously. He couldn’t think, he could hardly breathe…
“Ah– fuck, Killian–” Elliot had pulled his fangs free from Killian’s throat, groaning into Killian’s ear. “Almost…there…”
“Yesyesyes! Please, oh fuck, please please please!” Oh, God. Killian’s mind was filled with the thought of Elliot cumming inside of him, twitching and throbbing as he reached his peak, pumping Killian full of his cum… Oh fuck. He wanted it so badly.
Another hard thrust and Elliot was somehow even deeper into Killian, pushing into him with such an intense passion and force that Killian could swear he felt his organs shift — the tip of Elliot’s cock slammed into Killian’s cervix and it hurt but that deep pressure, the deep pain it was… It was so good. It was so sweet. It drove everything else out of his mind except the knowledge of Elliot reaching his peak, of Elliot cumming inside of him and heat spread through Killian’s body. Satisfaction filled him, radiating out from the pit of his body and filling him with an almost ecstatic rapture.
Killian had never felt like this before, never felt his body respond to someone else like this before. Maybe it was that it had been such a long time, maybe it was that Killian had finally realized what he really wanted — that he had done this because he wanted it. Exercising his free will for the first time in… He didn’t know how long. An actual choice. He never wanted to stop feeling connected to Elliot like this, to be at the absolute height of pleasure and want.
Even after he’d stopped cumming, Elliot hadn’t deflated, hadn’t slipped from Killian’s cunt — they were stuck together, Elliot’s knot tying them together, both collapsed onto his bed. Killian’s body was covered in sweat and the aftershocks of his last orgasm continued to sweep through him, making him shudder and clench down over and over again. He could barely catch his breath.
Elliot laughed softly.
“So, was that…what you wanted…Killian?” Elliot’s voice was hoarse and he didn’t seem quite able to catch his breath either — just alive enough that he still needed to.
Killian just nodded. He was gasping for breath, trembling and wholly unable to speak. It had been perfect. It was exactly what he had needed — exactly what he’d need over and over again. The feeling that had come over him in the afterglow wasn’t entirely like blood bond that Caoimhe had placed on him but it was also different. So, so very different.
He couldn’t call it a deeper affection — nothing would ever compare to the depths of that bond with his twin… But he didn’t want that. Even if Killian wanted to lose himself in a moment with someone, he didn’t want to lose every last piece of himself in slavish devotion to someone else ever again… But it was something. It was something that might give him a purpose. After Elliot had saved him — after Elliot had stopped him from continuing to beat the bloody pulp of Mason’s skull even deeper into the concrete…
It was probably just the hormones. Killian knew that — he’d just been fucked harder and cum harder than ever before in his life, his brain was practically drowning in endorphins… But Killian didn’t care about the science behind what he was feeling, he only cared about the realization that he wanted to chase that feeling, to nurture it and let it grow inside of him.
And he would be safe with Elliot in a way he couldn’t be safe with the humans in his cell. He couldn’t accidentally kill Elliot like he could accidentally kill them. Elliot was stronger and faster and more durable than he was — even with the Baron’s vitae running through his veins… And he wanted to be with him, he wanted to dedicate himself to Elliot. A reason to exist that was something more than vengeance and duty, something founded in pleasure and joy.
And maybe founded in love. Someday. It wasn’t that yet. But it could be.
Killian closed his eyes, a deep sigh leaving his lips. Tangled together like this, both covered in sweat and breathing hard… Gradually, Killian slipped off into sleep, held close and feeling wanted.
And it was the first restful sleep he’d had in months.