Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Midnight Hour ❯ No Need for a Third Time ( Chapter 4 )

As the night went on, Midnight found himself wanting the boy again. Strax was young and Midnight figured he'd let him rest. What exactly was Midnight planning on doing once his son was born? Or was he even going to be here when it happened? He was the kind of man to just fuck and leave, right? “Midnight?” Strax sat up in the bed and rubbed his tired eyes. His frail body shook at the invasion of cool air on his warm skin. Midnight blinked back his thoughts and looked over at the boy from a chair on the other side of the room.

 

“What now?” he asked with a roll of his eyes. Strax opened his mouth to speak, but found it somewhat hard after knowing what his purpose was. He closed his eyes and shook his head, “Nevermind…” He whispered and snuggled back down into the sheets. Midnight stood up and walked over to the bed and stared down at the boy. Strax blinked up at the taller man and blushed lightly, squirming at the feel of his lower half getting wet again. Uke hellhounds had the ability to naturally lubricate, as Midnight told him.

 

A sudden burst of heat surged throughout Strax's body causing a soft moan to escape his parted lips. His heat was coming back and Midnight was the first to know. It caused the older man to whimper as he watched Strax squirm and slowly thrust against the bed. Strax wasn't himself now… instinct had taken over completely. Midnight growled and took hold of the sheets and flung them back, before crawling onto the bed to stand on his knees behind the younger man.

 

Strax whimpered, lifting his rear into the air… exposing his wet entrance as he buried his face into the pillow. Midnight leaned closer and nuzzled one of the boy's ass cheeks, taking in the scent of his heat before darting his tongue over the entrance. This caused the boy to claw at the bed and make soft mewing sounds, wanting more. Midnight licked his lips and ran his hands along the boy's thighs.

 

He leaned over Strax's back and nibbled at his ear, “This is more like it…” he whispered as he forcefully thrusted into the tight hole. Using his hands, he forced the boy's hips back against his own wanting to go in as deep as he could. Strax moaned loudly opened his legs more in attempt to cause some sort of friction. Midnight laughed darkly and pulled out until the tip was left in before slamming back. His sounds of pleasure were mixed with the wet slapping of skin as he fucked the boy's tight hole at a strenuous pace.

 

All Strax could do his force his lower half back to meet Midnight's upward thrusts. As soon as Midnight found Strax's prostate again, the boy screamed into the pillow as tears began to fall down his face. Midnight tosses his head back as he comes hard, sending his erection deep. The warmth flooding his insides catches Strax off guard and he comes as well. “N… no more… please…” Strax began to sob into the pillow as Midnight continued to slowly move his fading erection in and out, all the while the older male was glaring down at him.

 

“S..stop…Midnight…please…” Strax inclined his head to look over his shoulder. His teary eyes locked with Midnight's, pleading for him to stop. Midnight remained silent for a while before he stopped his movements and sighed, "There is no need for a third time.” Strax's eyes widened as he thought about what the other man said. `There is no need for a third time?' he thought before it finally sunk in. “Oh no!” Strax clinched his eyes shut and continued to cry in his pillow.

 

Midnight pulled out with a wince and allowed Strax's body to fall lax on the bed. “I'm going to take a shower…” he stated as he slid off the bed and made his way towards the bathroom. He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder, "You're welcome to join me…” With his offer standing, Midnight went on into the bathroom and began the shower.

 

Strax bit his lip as he fought to keep his tears at bay. He turned over to lie on his back, wincing as he felt the wetness of his cum. “What am I going to do?” He whispered to himself, bringing his hand up to rest on his stomach.