Chapter 43: Objection Overruled… by His Cock -7

He pulled Gabriel down into a kiss that started slow and deepened fast. There was no anger in it this time. Only heat and the decision to stop holding back. Gabriel’s hands settled on Julian’s waist, then slid under the loose shirt, palms mapping the warm skin of his back. Julian pressed closer until their bodies aligned fully.

Gabriel broke the kiss just enough to speak against his mouth. "Are you sure? You were sick yesterday."

Julian’s hands were already working Gabriel’s belt open. "I am sure. I want you inside me. I want to feel you without needing to win first."

Gabriel made a low sound and guided him back onto the bed. He stripped Julian’s shirt and trousers with careful hands, then removed his own clothes without rushing. When he settled between Julian’s thighs the weight of him felt different. Heavier. More deliberate. Julian’s legs opened wider to make room.

Gabriel reached down and found him already slick. Two fingers pressed inside and curled, slow and deep. Julian’s head tipped back against the pillows. A soft sound left him. Gabriel watched his face the entire time, adding a third finger when the stretch eased.

"Look at me," Gabriel said.

Julian did. His eyes were dark and open. "I am looking. Now fuck me."

Gabriel withdrew his fingers, lined up, and pushed in with one long, steady thrust. The slide was easy and complete. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, letting Julian feel every inch. Julian’s hands rose to Gabriel’s shoulders and held on.

"Move," Julian whispered. "Please."

Gabriel started to thrust. The pace stayed deep and measured at first, every stroke rolling his hips so the thick base of his cock dragged against Julian’s rim. Julian’s cock lay hard between them, leaking against Gabriel’s stomach with every movement. Gabriel reached down and wrapped his hand around it, stroking in the same unhurried rhythm.

Julian’s breath hitched. "Harder. I can take it."

Gabriel gave him harder. The bed frame creaked softly. The wet sound of their bodies meeting filled the quiet room. Gabriel’s free hand braced beside Julian’s head. His mouth found the side of Julian’s throat and stayed there, open and possessive, tasting the place where the scent gland sat under the skin.

"You feel that?" Gabriel murmured. "No more games. Just you taking me because you want to."

Julian’s fingers dug into his back. "I want it. I want all of it."

Gabriel’s knot began to swell. Each thrust caught a little more until the resistance made him slow again. He pushed in one final time and locked deep. The pressure of the knot expanding inside Julian pulled a long, broken sound from his throat. Gabriel’s hand tightened on his cock and stroked him through it. Julian came hard, spilling between their bodies in thick pulses while his ass clenched rhythmically around the lock.

Gabriel followed a moment later. He buried his face against Julian’s neck and pulsed deep, flooding him in long, hot waves that had nowhere to go. A low, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest as he emptied himself. His arms stayed wrapped tight around Julian while the aftershocks rolled through both of them.

They stayed locked together for a long time. Gabriel’s mouth brushed soft kisses along Julian’s jaw and temple. Julian’s hands stroked slowly up and down his back.

When the knot finally softened enough to ease free, Gabriel did not pull away immediately. He stayed close, forehead against Julian’s, breathing the same air.

Julian’s voice was quiet. "That is the first time I did not feel like I was losing something by giving in."

Gabriel’s hand cupped the side of his face. "You were never losing. You were just finally letting me catch you."

Julian turned his head and kissed him again, slower this time, lingering. Outside the rain had stopped. Inside the cabin the only sound left was their breathing and the soft shift of sheets as they settled closer together.

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The fever returned differently this time. It did not creep in behind Julian’s eyes the way the stress illness had. It hit low and sudden in the late afternoon, a deep rolling heat that started in his gut and spread outward until his skin felt too tight and every breath carried the scent of his own rising need. He knew what it was the moment the first real wave rolled through him. Pre-heat. Early. Violent. Triggered by days of constant exposure to Gabriel’s scent with no real distance and no strong enough blockers left in his bag.

He found Gabriel in the master suite packing the last of the evidence files they were supposed to take back to the city in the morning. Julian stepped into the doorway and shut it behind him. The lock turned with a soft click.

Gabriel looked up. His nostrils flared at once. The change in the air was impossible to miss. "Julian..."

"Do not talk." Julian’s voice came out rough. He crossed the room in three strides, shoved the box of files off the bed, and pushed Gabriel backward until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. "I need you. Right now. No careful questions. No checking if I am still too sick. I am not sick. I am going into heat and it is your fault and I am done waiting."

Gabriel’s hands rose to steady him. "We need to slow down. If this is a real spike we should..."

Julian kissed him hard enough to cut the sentence off. His tongue pushed into Gabriel’s mouth without hesitation. One hand fisted in Gabriel’s shirt and yanked it open. Buttons scattered. The other hand dropped straight to Gabriel’s belt, opened it, and shoved the trousers down far enough to free the thick length of his cock. Julian wrapped his fingers around it and stroked once, firm and demanding.

"You have been flooding this cabin with your scent for days," Julian said against his mouth. "My body finally stopped fighting it. Now you are going to deal with the result."

Gabriel’s breath left him in a rough exhale. "You are already soaking through your clothes. I can smell how ready you are."

"Then stop talking and put it in me."

Julian shoved him fully onto the bed and climbed on after him. He stripped his own shirt and trousers in quick, impatient movements, kicking the fabric away. Slick already coated the insides of his thighs. He straddled Gabriel’s hips, reached back, and guided the heavy head of Gabriel’s cock to his entrance. There was no slow stretch this time. He sank down in one continuous motion until he was seated to the hilt, the swollen base of Gabriel’s knot pressing hard against his rim.

Both of them made low, broken sounds. Julian’s head tipped back. His hands braced on Gabriel’s chest as he adjusted to the sudden fullness. The heat under his skin spiked higher the moment he was filled.

"Move," he ordered.

Gabriel’s hands clamped on his hips. "You set the pace. I will give you whatever you need."

Julian lifted and dropped hard. The wet sound of it filled the room. He set a ruthless rhythm from the start, using the strength in his thighs to drive himself down onto Gabriel’s cock again and again. Every descent forced the thick length deep enough to make his breath stutter. Slick ran down Gabriel’s shaft and pooled between their bodies. Julian’s own cock slapped against Gabriel’s stomach with every movement, already leaking steadily.

Gabriel’s fingers dug into the muscle of his thighs. "Fuck. Look at you. Taking what you want like you have been starving for it."

Julian leaned forward, hands braced on either side of Gabriel’s head, and fucked himself harder. "I have been. Every time you pinned me to a wall or a desk or the floor I wanted more and I would not admit it. Now my body is done waiting for permission."

Gabriel thrust up to meet him. The force of it lifted Julian slightly off the mattress. The new angle dragged the head of Gabriel’s cock directly over the spot that made his vision blur. Julian’s rhythm faltered for half a second. Gabriel took the opening, rolled them, and pinned Julian beneath him without ever pulling out.

"My turn," Gabriel said, voice gone guttural. "You wanted me to deal with it. Now you are going to take everything I give you."

He drove in deep and stayed there, grinding his half-swollen knot against Julian’s rim. Julian’s back arched off the bed. A raw sound tore from his throat. Gabriel started thrusting in earnest, long powerful strokes that forced Julian higher up the mattress with every impact. The bed frame creaked under them. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder.

Julian’s hands scrambled for purchase on Gabriel’s shoulders. "Harder. Do not hold back. I need to feel it tomorrow."

Gabriel gave him harder. One hand wrapped around Julian’s cock and stroked in time with the thrusts, tight and fast. The dual sensation pushed the pre-heat higher. Julian’s body clenched rhythmically around the cock inside him. Slick poured out of him with every withdrawal, coating Gabriel’s thighs and the sheets beneath them.

"You are going to knot me," Julian demanded, eyes dark and fever-bright. "I want it locked. I want to feel you swell and stay."

Gabriel’s control frayed. His thrusts turned short and deep. The knot began to expand in earnest, catching harder on every stroke until the resistance forced him to slow. He pushed in one final time and locked tight. The pressure of the full knot expanding inside Julian dragged a broken cry from him. Gabriel’s hand kept working his cock through it. Julian came hard, spilling over Gabriel’s fist and both their stomachs in thick, pulsing waves while his body milked the knot with desperate clenches.

Gabriel followed with a low, almost pained growl. He buried his face against the side of Julian’s neck and pulsed deep, flooding him in long hot ropes that had nowhere to go. The knot kept every drop sealed inside. Gabriel’s hips jerked through the aftershocks, grinding the lock deeper while he emptied himself.

They stayed joined while their breathing slowed. Julian’s legs remained wrapped around Gabriel’s waist. His hands stroked slowly up and down Gabriel’s back. The pre-heat still burned under his skin, not satisfied yet, only temporarily eased.

Gabriel lifted his head enough to look at him. "That is not going to be enough. I can still smell how high you are riding."

Julian’s laugh came out rough. "Then stay inside me until it is. I am not finished with you."

When the knot finally softened enough to ease free, Gabriel pulled out slowly. A thick rush of come and slick followed. Julian made a soft sound of loss. Gabriel reached between them and pushed two fingers back inside, scooping some of the mess and pressing it deeper again.

"On your hands and knees," Gabriel said. "If you need more, I am going to give it to you properly."

Julian rolled over without argument. He braced on his forearms and knees, back arched, presenting himself. Gabriel moved behind him, lined up, and pushed back in with one smooth thrust. The slide was filthy and easy. He bottomed out and stayed there for a moment, hands gripping Julian’s hips hard enough to bruise.

"Tell me what you need," Gabriel said.

Julian pushed back against him. "Fuck me until I cannot think. Knot me again. Do not stop until the spike eases."

Gabriel started moving. The second round was slower only in the beginning. Once Julian’s body opened fully around him again the pace turned deep and relentless. Every thrust forced a wet sound from the mess already inside him. Gabriel leaned over his back, chest to spine, and reached around to stroke Julian’s cock in firm pulls.

"You feel so fucking good like this," Gabriel murmured against his ear. "Open and demanding and finally not fighting me for every inch."

Julian’s answer was a broken moan. "Harder. I can take more."

Gabriel gave him more. The headboard knocked lightly against the wall. The scent of sex and rising heat filled the entire suite. Julian’s arms started to shake. Gabriel’s free hand slid up his chest and stayed there, holding him steady while he drove in again and again.

The second knot built faster. Gabriel pushed in deep and locked with a low sound of pure possession. Julian came the moment the pressure peaked, spilling over the sheets in long pulses while his body clenched around the lock. Gabriel followed almost immediately, grinding through the orgasm as he filled Julian a second time, the knot sealing everything inside.

They collapsed onto their sides still joined, Gabriel’s arms wrapped tight around him from behind. Julian’s breathing stayed uneven for a long time. The worst edge of the pre-heat spike had finally begun to dull, replaced by a heavy, sated ache.

Gabriel’s mouth brushed the back of his neck. "We were supposed to leave in the morning."

Julian’s voice was hoarse. "We are not leaving. Not while this is still building. You started it. You are going to finish it."

Gabriel’s arms tightened. "I am not going anywhere."

Outside the cabin the woods stayed quiet. Inside, the only sounds left were their slowing breaths and the soft shift of sheets as they settled into the lock, bodies still joined, the next wave of heat already waiting just under the surface.