Markus squeaked when he was turned around, gasping and moaning loudly as he was fucked, holding tightly onto the sheets below him. He couldn’t think straight as Bing nipped at his neck, body twitching slightly from pleasure now and then.
He cried out as Bing jerked him off again, quick to come again, squeezing tightly around Bing, twitching with his orgasm coursing through him.
“A-ah- A-al-alphaa-”, he moaned, the overstimulation so deliciously pleasing. “H-hurt- n-no- b-be rough- please- yours- a-ah-”.
“I really want kids. I love them. I’m just as good as infertile, even during heats… I’ve never had protected sex and never got pregnant..”, Markus told Bing, getting a bit quieter. As glad as he was to not have the children of abusers, it made him all the more sad he may not have Bing’s children either.
“Tests said I can get children… My body must hate me..”, he sniffed, burying his face in the mattress. He was glad he laid on his stomach so Bing couldn’t see how sad he was.
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