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There was a pause broken by Scout’s yelp when Kong chuckled and pinched his backside. “I am and it just dawned on me exactly why you’re giggling up there.”

“’Cause you’re about to carry me off to your lair and ravish me,” Scout replied, giggling more at his poor attempt to mimic the movie damsels. “I’d pretend to faint, but it wouldn’t be as dramatic in this position.”

Kong bounced him a little, when Scout started laughing, moonlight reflecting off the sparkly bits in the gravel Kong carried him past. His hair narrowed his tunnel of vision, not that he minded with the way Kong slid a hand between his cheeks, occasionally running his thumb along Scout’s crack until he quivered.

“Keys,” he growled.

The steady movement of his hand made it difficult to process the question but once he had, he started giggling again.

“Back pocket of the jean shorts I left folded behind the bar,” he replied, helping when a heavy hand swatted his backside.

Those fingers pinched Scout several times as they crossed the parking lot again, and back through the door they’d left open.

Scout swore he did it so he could hear Scout groan and feel him writhing around on his shoulder.

Kong never set him down, just carried him behind the bar until he reached his clothes.

This time they remembered to shut the door behind them when they left the bar, once Scout had fished his key from his pocket and passed it over.

Scout heard the click of the lock and the sound of Kong fumbling for the light as he carried him into the room, but it was hard to remember where it was supposed to be when he was dangling that way.

It seemed like it took forever before Kong found it.

“Which bedroom is yours?” Kong asked. “The one off the bedroom or the one off the kitchen?”

“The one off the kitchen,” he said. “How’d you know the layout of the place?”

“I’m the one who designed the cabins and the rest of the compound.”

“Sweet.”

“You’re sweeter.”

Before he could respond, Scout felt the stubble of Kong’s neatly trimmed beard and mustache brush along the inside of his thigh, tongue leaving a wet path behind.

“Mmmmm,” Kong growled, ending his lick with a nip.

Scout sucked in a sharp, hissing breath and whimpered as he was carried down the hall.

The man dropped him so abruptly he bounced when he landed on his mattress.

As he fumbled to brush his hair out of his eyes, he caught glimpses of abs flexing as Kong pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing bulky muscle and several awesome tattoos as he tossed it aside.

“Don’t touch that,” Kong snapped when Scout reached for the waistband of his thong to pull it off. “That’s for me to unwrap.”

He finished undressing while Scout sat there blinking up at him as more and more skin was revealed.

So many tattoos, including several surfer ones, like the rider in a barrel wave that ran along his side.

There was writing below the waterline, but Scout couldn’t read it since it didn’t seem to be in English.

Kong left his clothes in a heap at the foot of the mattress before crawling up towards Scout, growling like a beast as Scout laughed and scooted, until he’d scrunched himself against the wall, snatched up a pillow and tried to use it to fend Kong off.

“Eep!” Scout yelped when the big man seized it, snatched it away from him, and gently swatted him with it a couple of times before tossing it aside.

“Uh-huh,” Kong murmured. “That kinda backfired on ya, didn’t it.”

“Spectacularly,” Scout grumbled, yelping again when Kong slid his arms beneath him and yanked him back towards the center of the bed.

“Just where did you think you were going?” Kong asked as his fingers skimmed over Scout’s hips, teasing along the edge of his thong.

Shrugging, Scout just smirked up at him. “Was hoping maybe you’d built a wormhole into the wall I could use to escape through.”

Kong snorted, then pressed his hands to his face and rubbed while he shook his head, laughter slightly muffled behind his hands.

“You’ve got a mouth on you,” Kong finally said once he’d gotten his laughter back under control.

“I know,” Scout replied. “It’s gotten me in trouble more times than I can count. No, I haven’t really considered curbing it, since I kinda like that about myself. At least I know I can get a laugh out of someone before they try to take my head off.”

“Or while they’re doing it,” Kong pointed out as he splayed one hand across Scout’s abs to keep him pinned down while he used the other to peel the thong off him.

“It’s a good thing for you that I like a sassy mouth, though right now, your mouth isn’t what I’m after, now where are those supplies you promised me? ”

“Blue crate to your left,” Scout remarked, gesturing to wall of twelve crates he’d stacked to the left of the bed to make up for not having a dresser.

“Hands and knees, head down, ass up,” Kong snapped, punctuating his words with a light slap to Scout’s hip.

Flipping around, Scout quickly assumed the position, cock and balls hanging heavy beneath him as he widened his knees and settled into a comfortable position. Cold fingers brushed over his entrance moments later, making him flinch and gasp.

“I’ll have you plenty warm in just a minute,” Kong promised, pressing one fat digit into him.

The urge was there, right on the tip of Scout’s tongue, until he remembered what Kong was packing and choked back his plea for Kong to hurry up and fuck him.

The hand Kong pressed between his shoulders forced him to lower his head a little more, then those fingers caressed the back of his neck and Scout relaxed into the position as Kong added a second finger.

The stretch burned a little, but Kong took his time prepping before positioning his cock at Scout’s hole.

“Ohhh, fuckkkkkk,” Scout breathed as Kong worked the head in.

As his body gave way to the intrusion, Scout groaned and shifted his hips, widening his knees more until he could feel it pressing in deeper.

Kong’s curly hair brushed along Scout’s side, the gentle caress sending a wave of goosebumps cropping up on his skin.

Kong controlled him with one hand pressed to the back of his neck and the other on his hip, effortlessly keeping Scout pinned exactly where Kong wanted him.

The first full thrust stole his breath away, his broken cry cut off when the second thrust came fast on the heels of the first. It took several more before he could draw in enough air to beg.

“Please, just…” Scout choked, keening in frustration when Kong immediately stopped moving and rubbed his hip.

“S-sorry,” Kong groaned, the strain in his voice evident as he started pulling out. “I’ll slow down. You just felt so good.”

“No, no, no!” Scout squealed. “Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!”

“W-what?” Kong sputtered.

“Fuck. Me. Harder!” Scout demanded, whining as he tried to press backward only to find he couldn’t move. “Please!”

This time Kong wasn’t careful. His grip grew punishing as he thrust back in, his bodyweight pinning Scout to the bed as he took him over and over.

The echo of skin slapping skin filled the room, along with the scent of sweat and precum as Kong fucked him until he cried out and shuddered beneath him.

Then he started grinding, cock pressed in deep, leaving him with that full feeling even as he emptied his balls all over the sheet.

Each rocking movement brought another surge of pleasure, as did the pinprick of pain caused by Kong’s teeth when he nipped his shoulder and neck.

Sensation flooded him as his body trembled between two much and not enough.

Kong seemed to sense it too, grinding slower and not nipping so hard as Scout got lost in a haze of rolling, tingling pleasure.

Kong hadn’t even come yet and wasn’t trying to, Scout realized as the big man slid his hand off Scout’s hip to snake it beneath him.

The first brush of a fingertip over his nipple made him clench around Kong, who groaned and did it again, feather soft in a teasing circle that made Scout keen.

“That’s it, let me feel that ass,” Kong growled as he slid questing fingers over to play with the other one.

Scout went from halfway sated to wanting more in seconds and whined, shaking when Kong pinched one.

“Fuck yeah,” Kong growled, giving one last, savage twist before gripping Scout’s hips, fingers digging into flesh as he fucked into him.

Scout was right on the edge, again, when Kong’s strokes grew shorter as he drilled him faster, harder and with far less care than he’d shown before.

There was no holding back now and Scout knew he was going to ache in the morning, but in the moment, all he wanted was to tumble off the edge with him.

Kong’s breath tickled the nape of his neck when he growled, slamming in deeper, the pulse of him filling the condom driving Scout over the edge.

He hurt in all the best ways, from his shoulders to his hips, to the ache he was starting to feel in his ass as Kong slowly started softening.

Movement was impossible, even after the man lifted off him and gave him a little room to start stretching out.

He just couldn’t do it. Kong had to rearrange him, but the best part of all was when Kong slid up behind him, tugged him close and held him tight, light pants making his hair puff against his neck, as Kong nuzzled him.

“You were a welcome gift tonight,” he hissed, kissing the shell of Scout’s ear. “I just might have to keep you.”

Purring, Scout slid a hand up for rest on Kong’s forearm. “I wouldn’t mind being kept.”

“Oh really,” Kong murmured. “Well, in that case, you be a good boy and don’t go getting into any trouble and we’ll see about keeping you in a more permanent capacity.”

“You promise?”

“I do.”

“Then I can be good.”