How they got a room, none of them knows. It was ridiculously stressful to get their way around the ridiculously large house—hands roaming each other's bodies. Taiga could swear he has never leaked slick this much before. His face flushed at the thought of Dante feeling it through his clothes.
"Fuck, how the hell do I undo this?" Dante breathes out, panting, eyes dilated as he tries to rip Taiga's corset open.
Dante's flipped on the bed suddenly as Taiga begins to strip—top coming off and then his trousers. All Dante could do was stare. He's never believed he'd have the chance to fuck a Luna. He's one lucky man, if he's honest.
And God—Taiga is the most breathtaking human he's ever laid his eyes on. Thick thighs rippling with muscle, proof he doesn't joke with his leg workouts. A lot of ass to make up for his strong legs, toned abs, and a curved waist—a perfect blend between masculine and feminine.
"God, you're beautiful," Dante doesn't care how he sounds, if he sounds desperate—he doesn't give a shit. And the way Taiga stares at him like he hates him but also craves him is enough to make him cum in his pants.
But what's got his attention the most is what's between his legs—and it's more than captivating.
Taiga seemed like someone who relished his masculine attributes, so Dante was expecting a dick instead of a… well, let's say… a pussy. Pink and dripping down his inner thighs with slick.
Dante was sober. He knew Taiga was not. All rational thought flew out the window the moment Taiga's scent filled the air.
All of a sudden, Taiga's on him like a predator—straddling his thighs, trying to get his belt undone to get his cock out. And God—he swears he sees Taiga's eyes dilate when his cock springs free, hot and raging.
"Fuck," Dante gasps out. He grabs Taiga by the waist, pulling him close so his pussy teases the head of his cock. The moan that rips out of Taiga's throat is enough to make him drunk without taking a sip of alcohol.
They make out again, fighting for dominance—Taiga not wanting to submit and Dante doing everything in his power to dominate.
"Ahh, fuck, just fuck me already," Taiga says, lips dangerously close to Dante's ear. "Or are you so bad in bed you don't know what to do?"
All of a sudden, Taiga is on his back—legs spread and pussy dripping, ready to take whatever Dante's got to offer.
"Are you a virgin?" Dante asks. "I need to loosen you up first. Although you're dripping enough slick to make it easy for me to slide right in, I still don't want to hurt you."
Dante coats his fingers with Taiga's slick before plunging two fingers deep into his pussy.
"Ohhh, fuuuck," Taiga moans.
"Fuck, your nipples are so fucking pretty," Dante says, watching Taiga's eyes roll to the back of his head, more slick pouring out of him.
A third finger slid in easily too.
"Jesus, see how fucking wet you are?"
"Shut up and fuck me," Taiga says.
Dante lines the head of his cock with Taiga's dripping pussy and pushes in just as Taiga's about to cuss him out. A gasp leaves Taiga's throat, brows furrowed together.
He's never had a cock this big before—not that he's had many. He's only ever had sex with one man before—his ex—which he's not going to think about while getting fucked by another man.
By the time Dante bottoms out, Taiga's sure he feels his cock right in his stomach—and fuck, Dante is huge. As an Enigma, you have to be. But even for an Enigma, his cock is huge.
"Fuck, baby, you're so fucking tight," Dante says, breathless.
"Not tight. Your cock is just stupidly huge," Taiga slurs out, feeling full.
"I'll take that as a compliment," Dante says. His hips pull back and he snaps deep.
Taiga grips his biceps with a strangled moan. Dante grabs Taiga's thighs, pressing them forward till his knees are touching the mattress—making sure he's as deep as he can go—before he begins a deep, heavy pace.
"So fucking good, baby~" he purrs.
Taiga can't form coherent words anymore—just moans like a wanton whore.
"Ffffuck, fuck, fuck, Dante~"
"Fuck yeah, baby. Keep that pretty pussy open, okay love? You can take it. I know you can."
Taiga can hardly speak—only drawn-out mantras of please and oh yes, fuck spewing from his mouth. The moment Dante starts fucking him, ramblings of:
"Oh fuck yes, Daddy, fuck me just like that—please—I need your cock, please—deeper—"
is what fills the room.
"Fuck, Taiga, you're so fucking sexy. See how your pretty nipples bounce when I fuck you?" Dante catches one of his buds in his mouth and sucks on it while he rams into his pussy until Taiga is screaming.
Taiga grabs Dante's hair and tugs it to ground himself. "Da-da-Dant—"
Dante rolls his tongue over his nipple, sucking on it and leaving it with a wet pop sound.
"Mmmm… Daddy… ahhhh… fuck…"
The way Dante's cock grinds against his prostate is enough to make him see stars. Dante pins him to the bed, hands on his thighs, and hips smacking his backside.
"Come on baby, be a good boy and keep your legs open for me."
Taiga doesn't know when he's trapped Dante in a kneelock.
"Give me that dick, Daddy—please—I'm cumming—"
And his pussy splashes with slick, his legs trembling and body tightening. Dante doesn't stop the abuse on his pussy, the overstimulation making him writhe.
A couple seconds later, Dante is cumming—pulling out and releasing all over Taiga's abdomen.
Out of breath, he pries Taiga's legs open, staring at his pussy. He could go for round two, but the soft snores he hears tell him otherwise.
Coming down from his high, he does the aftercare and lays beside Taiga, deep in thought.
"How the hell do I tell Maya I just fucked his boyfriend?"