"P-please," Felix sobbed, fingers clawing at Jake's shoulders. "I need—I need more!"
Jake leaned back just enough to watch him—flushed, trembling, *ruined.* He tightened his grip, stroking slower now—maddeningly so.
"More what?" he demanded. "Tell me exactly what you want."
Felix whimpered, hips jerking forward. "Y-you… I want *you* inside me—"
The confession spilled out raw and desperate—and the moment it did...
Jake's control snapped.
With a growl low and primal, he lifted Felix clean off his feet.
One strong arm hooked behind his thigh as he carried him toward the bedroom—kicking the door open with a sharp snap.
Moonlight spilled over the bed as Jake dropped him onto it with delicious force.
Clothes tore—
Fabric ripped—
And then flesh met flesh in a searing crash of heat and hunger.
No more words.
Only touch.
Only need.
And every moan that followed?
A vow:
*You are mine.*
*Mine.*
**Mine.**
Jake's hands were everywhere—possessive, hungry, *dominant*—claiming Felix as if to prove his point.
"You're mine," he growled, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand. His mouth skimmed down Felix's throat to his collarbone, biting down hard enough to mark him. "You'll remember that. Every time you look in the mirror and see the mark I left on you, you'll remember who owns you."
Felix whined, arching up into him. "Yes. *God*, yes..."
Jake's mouth moved down Felix's body, his teeth and tongue leaving a trail of fire across his skin as he moved lower.
"I'll mark you all over," he promised darkly, voice rough with possession. "Every inch of you—mine. You'll *never* forget who you belong to."
Felix shivered, hips arching. He was shaking all over now, every inch of him aching for more.
Jake nipped at his hip, then his thigh, leaving small, possessive *bruises* across his skin.
"I'll make sure the whole goddamn world knows you're mine," he growled, his free hand sliding lower down Felix's body.
Felix gasped, voice ragged as he panted out: *"Yes, please..."*
There was no teasing now, no more games. Jake was taking what was *his* in every way, and Felix was falling *apart* beneath him.
His fingers brushed over the sensitive skin of Felix's inner thigh, teasingly at first, then more demanding.
"You know whose hands should be on you," he murmured, voice rough with need. "Whose name should be falling from those sweet lips. *Mine.*"
Felix moaned, hips bucking up into Jake's touch. "Yours," he gasped, trembling. "Only yours—*only* yours—"
Jake growled, pinning him down with a hand on his hip. "Damn right," he said, his voice a low rumble. "And you're gonna scream it for me. Over and over again."
"I'm gonna make you break, sweetheart," Jake murmured, his hand moving higher, closer to the place Felix needed him most. "And I'm gonna be the only one who can put you back together again. You like the sound of that?"
Felix whimpered, arching up into his touch. "Yes," he gasped, voice broken and desperate and *needy.* "Please—"
Jake was losing himself in the sound of Felix's voice, the feel of his body trembling beneath him. He could hardly think straight now—could only focus on one thing.
Felix.
He leaned down, his breath hot against Felix's ear.
"You're going to come undone for me," he whispered, voice low and dark with promise. "And when you do... you're going to scream my name. Understood?"
"Y-yes," Felix whispered, voice shaking with need. "God, *yes."*
Jake's fingers skimmed over Felix's hip, his touch *teasingly* light but still, somehow, so much more than enough.
Felix gasped, hips bucking up into Jake's hand. "Please," he pleaded, fingers clutching at Jake's shoulders. "God, I need... I need—*you—*"
"You have me," Jake growled, and in one swift move, he rolled on top of Felix. He pinned him down with his weight, his body pressing Felix down against the mattress.
Felix gasped at the sudden shift, his eyes widening. He was trapped. Completely at Jake's mercy. And damn, if that wasn't the hottest thing *ever.*
Jake could feel the effect he was having on Felix—the way his body strained beneath him. He was desperate, needy—on the edge and *so goddamn beautiful.*
"You look amazing like this," he murmured, his gaze roaming over Felix's flushed skin. "Under me. Under *my* control. Begging for more."
"No one gets to see you like this but me," Jake continued, his voice low and possessive. "No one except me gets to hear those sweet little whimpers. This is *mine,* sweetheart."
He leaned down, nipping at the sensitive skin of Felix's neck. "And do you know what I do with things that are mine?"
"I claim them. I mark them. I make damn sure they know they belong to *me."*
He shifted, his hips grinding down against Felix's. Heat pooled in the pit of his abdomen as he felt Felix shudder beneath him. "Like right now. You're *mine*," he whispered, voice rough with possession. "Every single part of you."
"Every goddamn inch of you—mine," he continued, trailing his lips down Felix's throat to his shoulder. "No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else gets to make you moan. No one else gets to make you *break."*
Felix whimpered, arching up into him—desperate and needy and *lost* in his touch. "Please," he gasped. "Please, Jake, *please...*"
Jake's control was hanging by a thread, and Felix's words weren't helping. He was begging—actually *begging.*
"You sound damn perfect when you beg for me," he growled, his fingers tightening their grip on Felix's wrists. "And I can't think straight when you're whimpering my name."
"But you're gonna say it again," Jake said, voice low and rough with promise. "Over and over. And you're gonna *scream* it when I make you come apart for me."
He ground his hips down again, pressing them even closer together. "Do you understand?"
Felix nodded frantically, body arching up into him. "Yes, yes, *yes,"* he moaned, voice shaking. "I understand. God, I understand. Just touch me. *Please.* Please, I need you so goddamn much..."
Jake growled, his control fraying. Hearing Felix beg for him like that was driving him insane. He moved his mouth back up to Felix's ear, his breath hot against his skin.
"*This* is what you do to me," he whispered, grinding his hips down again. "Do you feel it? How much I want you? How badly—"
Jake rocked against him again—harder this time—and Felix cried out, his entire body tensing beneath the sensation.
"You feel how hard I am for you?" Jake growled, voice thick with need. "All of this? For *you.* Only for you."
Felix whimpered, his fingers digging into Jake's biceps. "God... yes. I can feel it—"
"I want you," Jake muttered, rocking against him again. "So damn bad I ache for you. But first..."
His hands tightened on Felix's wrists, pinning him even harder against the mattress. "First I'm gonna make *you* ache for *me."*
Jake shifted—slow, deliberate—dragging his body down Felix's until his mouth hovered just above the straining heat of him.
His breath ghosted over sensitive skin, making Felix jerk and gasp.
"Tell me," Jake murmured, voice dark velvet. "Do you want this?" A hot puff of air. A feather-light lick along the ridge. "*Really* want it?"
Felix sobbed: **"Yes—God, YES!"**
His hips bucked—but Jake held him down with a firm hand on his hip.
"Then say it properly."
"Who do you need?"
**"YOU! ONLY YOU!"** he screamed.
Jake smiled.
And then—
He took him deep into his mouth in one smooth stroke.
Felix screamed, back arching violently off the bed. He had never felt anything like this—Jake's mouth was *fire,* his tongue maddeningly skilled as it swirled around every sensitive ridge.
"Oh God—*oh God,* I can't—" he choked out, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Jake didn't stop. Didn't slow. He took him deeper, sucking hard as one hand gripped his hip and the other massaged his balls gently.
"You taste so damn good," Jake growled against him before diving back in, hollowing his cheeks with every glide.
Felix was unraveling fast—every nerve on fire.
"I'm close—I'm so close—" he sobbed, voice breaking into a whimper.
But just as he teetered on the edge—
Jake pulled off with a slick pop and sat up smugly.
"Uh-uh," he said darkly, pressing a finger to Felix's lips as he thrashed beneath him. "Not yet."
**"You don't come… until I say you do."**
There it was.
The command in his voice.
That authoritative edge that made Felix *shiver* with need.
God, it was like a switch inside of him.
He made a sound in the back of his throat: half-growl, half-whine. "You're such... a *tease*."
Jake smirked, eyes dark with power. "And you love it."
He leaned down, mouth brushing Felix's ear as he whispered:
"*Don't you?*"
Felix couldn't speak—could only nod desperately, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Good boy," Jake murmured. Then, with one smooth motion—he flipped Felix over and pushed him onto all fours. One hand gripped the back of his neck; the other reached between his thighs.
"You're dripping for me already," he growled lowly. "So desperate." He rubbed slow circles against that tight heat—*maddeningly light.* "Say it again."
Felix whimpered: **"Please..."**
Jake growled, gripping the back of Felix's neck in warning.
"Try again, sweetheart," he said, voice low and dark. "Use the right words."
Felix shivered, face pressing into the mattress. He took a shaky breath, trying to steady his voice, then tried again:
**"Please… I need you."**
"That's better," Jake murmured, his hand still rubbing those maddening little circles. "God, you look so good like this."
Felix whimpered; his legs were trembling. He was hanging onto his self-control by a thread. "I *need* you," he repeated, voice ragged. "Please, I can't take much more—"
"You'll take whatever I give you," Jake said darkly, fingers skimming up his inner thigh. "Do you understand?"
Felix whimpered—a high, needy sound. He was losing it, his body trembling with need beneath Jake's touch. He tried to press his hips back, to find some kind of friction, but Jake grabbed his hip with a growl.
"No," he snarled, his grip tightening. "Be. *Still*."
Felix let out a strangled moan, his face burning. Everything was too much and not enough all at once. He needed *more*, needed *release*...
But he needed to be good more.
Jake could see how hard Felix was struggling. He was *teetering* on the edge, so desperate he was *whimpering.*
"Shhh," Jake murmured, hand sliding up his backside. "You're being so damn good. Just a little longer, sweetheart. You're doing *so good* for me."
Felix bit his lip, trying to stay still. But he *needed*—he needed *something*—
Jake could see him struggling, see the way he was fighting to hold himself back… and it only made him want to make him fall apart even more.
He leaned down, his mouth tracing a slow, deliberate path up Felix's spine, his teeth nipping at the sensitive skin.
"You're so beautiful like this," he murmured, voice low and rough. "So damn responsive for me…"
Felix whimpered, hips rocking back involuntarily. "Please—please—"
Jake growled, his hands gripping the back of Felix's thighs. "You want something, sweetheart?" he said, voice low and mocking. "Use your words."
Felix whined, hips bucking helplessly. *God*, the *teasing* was going to drive him insane. "You know what I want," he gasped out between pants. "Please—please, I can't—I need—"
Jake's grip tightened, fingers digging into the sensitive skin of Felix's thigh. "Say it. Tell me what you need," he ordered, voice a low growl.
Felix whimpered, body trembling with need. He knew what Jake wanted—knew what he had to *say.*
But for some reason, he couldn't *make* himself say it. There was an overwhelming wave of embarrassment rolling over him.
"Ngh—please—" he gasped out again, pressing his face into the mattress.
"Look at me," Jake demanded, voice sharp.
Felix hesitated—then slowly turned his head, cheeks flushed with need and shame.
Jake's eyes were dark. Commanding.
"Say it," he whispered. "Say you're mine. Say you *need* me to claim you."
Felix trembled, breath catching in his throat. He was so close—he was *drowning* in it.
And then… he broke.
"I'm yours!" he cried out desperately. "I'm yours—I need—you to—claim me! Please, *please,* I can't take any more!"
A low, satisfied growl rumbled from Jake's chest. *God*, he was beautiful like this—wrecked and needy and *desperate*.
"Good boy," Jake murmured, voice rough with praise. "God, you're perfect."
He leaned down, kissing a slow, open-mouthed trail down his spine, pausing to nipping at the curve of his hip.
Felix moaned, hips bucking into the touch. "Please—" he gasped out. "Oh God—I can't—I *need*—"
Jake's hand slid further between his thighs, teasing that sensitive heat—but still, still *not quite enough.*
"I know what you need, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice a dark promise. "But you have to beg for it."
Felix shivered, hips rocking back involuntarily. He was *whimpering,* and he didn't think he could handle much more of this.
"Please," he sobbed out, voice ragged. "Please, I—I need—"
Jake's hand paused, fingers skimming over his skin—teasingly light. He loved how desperate Felix was. How obedient.
"You look so damn hot like this," he murmured, voice low enough to be a growl. "All needy and impatient."
Felix whimpered, body trembling. His legs were shaking, eyes screwed shut. He needed—God, he *needed...*
"Please," he gasped out again, voice ragged with need. "Please, *Jake—*"
Jake growled. "Say it again," he ordered, hand stilling on his thigh. "Say my name again."
Felix's breath caught in his throat, his entire body trembling as it teetered on the edge.
"Jake," he whispered, the name a desperate plea. "Please—God, I need you—*Jake, please..."*
"Again," Jake growled, voice thick with hunger.
Felix sobbed: **"JAKE!"**
And that was it.
The sound—the raw *need* in his voice—snapped something inside Jake.
With one fierce motion, he aligned himself and pushed inside in a single, deep stroke.
Felix screamed—back arching, fingers clawing into the sheets. He was so *full,* stretched around Jake's thickness in the most delicious way.
"God—oh God—" he choked out, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes from sheer sensation.
Jake stilled for a moment—clenching his jaw at how *incredible* it felt. Tight heat wrapped around him like velvet fire.
Then he leaned over Felix's back, mouth by his ear:
**"Now… say you're mine."**