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“Wait,” Luna said. “Doyou?”

“It was—” Oliver paused, unable to stop a groan as he freed his throbbing erection from his boxers. “It was a one-time thing.”

He bent down to kiss her. She stopped him, a hand on her chest.

He pulled back, about to ask what was wrong. Two things stopped him. One, the hungry look on her face as she stared at his cock. And two, the pulse of borrowed lust that raced through the bond.

Luna looked up at him, eyes all pupil. “Fuck me.”

The bondyanked. Oliver followed it gladly, devouring her mouth with a frantic passion. Her hands knotted in his hair, her naked body so soft and hot against him that it almost hurt to pull away long enough to grab a condom from the bedside table.

Luna marveled at his chest hair as he shuffled through the infuriating drawer.

“You’re so hairy.”

“Genetics,” he said distractedly. He made a noise of triumph as his hand closed around a familiar foil packet. He gripped the edge?—

—then proceeded to tear the whole thing in half. She was kissing his chest, each touch of her lips a spark threatening to consume him. He cursed, grabbing another condom. That one tore, too, and Luna’s devastating lips curved up around his nipple.

“Having fun?”

“So much,” Oliver said, annoyed. “Just…”

He trailed off as she took the next condom from him and tore it easily, sliding it onto him with a practiced air that would’ve looked unaffected if he couldn’t feel her need through the bond, impatient and eager. She wanted this just as much as he did. She was just better at acting like she didn’t care.

“Ah-ah,” she said as he started climbing on top of her. She patted his hairy flank. “Doggy-style. To suit the occasion.”

He rolled his eyes as blatantly as he could, letting her up. “How many more dog jokes are you going to throw at me?”

“I’m surprised I held out this long,” Luna said, rolling onto her hands and knees. She tilted her ass into the air, wiggling tantalizingly. “Now be a good boy and fuck me.”

Oliver hoped she didn’t feel the excitement that raced through him as she said that. Judging by the smug grin she flashed at him, she absolutely did.

He knelt behind her, rubbing her hips. Part of him wished she’d let him fuck her face to face. He wanted to touch every part of her that he could reach, wanted to watch her face crease and her neck strain. Wanted her to clutch at him, her haughty composure in ribbons as he fucked her. But she was still wiggling her ass, and he was only human.

Well. Sort of.

A gasp spilled out of her as he dragged his cockhead against her swollen pussy folds.

“Shit,” she hissed. “Oliver. Ollie. Get in me. Come on, you want it just as bad, I can feel it. I canfeel?—”

She broke off on a groan as Oliver pressed inside. He echoed it, the bond drumming between them. He could feel her tight walls around him, but he could also feel how it felt. Getting fucked.

“Soweird,” Luna whispered gleefully. “Ohhhh man. I feelawesome.”

“Yeah,” Oliver said nonsensically and pulled her further onto his cock.

Luna jolted. Her spine arched, teeth flashing up at him. “Give me all of it.”

Something snapped inside of him. He pulledher up, locking an arm around her torso to hold her up. He plastered his chest against her back, hips jackrabbiting into her. He usually took it slower than this, but he could feel her emotions through the bond: shock, joy, hunger so deep it made him bare his teeth.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped as he fucked her. “Oh shit,Oliver?—”

He growled, crushing her closer. He shoved his nose in her hair, breathing in salt, roses, the shitty soap they stocked in the guest bathrooms. His first time with someone wasn’t usually like this. Before, he’d always been quiet, cautious, searching. Stopping to try out different positions and angles, seeing what made them moan. There was no stopping this. The bond was too powerful. Oliver could do nothing against it but hold her and fuck her and groan like an animal, arms clamped around her torso. And all the while, Luna’s pleasure flowed through him: her utter joy at being fucked, her dazed excitement at feeling what it was like for him. An echo chamber of ecstasy, dragging them higher and higher.

Oliver wasn’t sure who came first. He was pretty sure it was him, holding her close as he pumped into her and stilled, shaking. He was fucking her, and he was being fucked. He was Oliver and he was also Luna, and when their visions tunneled, they fell down the chasm together, entwined so close they couldn’t tell each other apart.

Oliver woke up an indeterminate amount of time later, still inside of her.