He'd bruise. He always bruised, and he would take the mockery that came with it. Generally now, it was little more than a gentle ribbing because he had reputation of gutting anyone that went too far in saying that he was a whore for the Soldier. He wasn't; they were mates, which was a word that he despised in every sense until this alpha was filling him to the brim with hot flesh and cum. Then it was okay for that select few hours of their sexathon.
He was uncensored as he howled and thrashed, his legs kicking out and finding not purchase. His thrashing motions only encouraged the Soldier he knew, his alpha so keyed into the fight that was between them, but it would leave more bruises as he was slammed down into the cement under him. There was never any comforts in their outings, and part of him hated every moment of them and another part loved that they had no boundaries about place and time.
He was breathing hard, his body rocking with the almost violent motions of their mating, listening to the sound of their flesh slapping together and his orgasm building up. He was so hard and his erection drooled over his belly, bouncing untouched against his own skin. Yet, he was keyed in on the flash of teeth, and he tried to force himself to drop his head to cover over his swollen glands. Bonding was the last thing he wanted out of a mating session.
Yet, he yelled when he was bitten, slamming his palms into the Soldier's chest as he was marked. It wasn't directly on the gland, just enough to catch the edge of it, damage it enough to release bonding hormones through his system. No one would see it so long as he kept his shirt on, but he knew it was there, the marking that would disappear because it wasn't deep enough to display to the world that he was mate marked, but a partial bond formed between himself and the Soldier like never before.
"Y-you asshole," he whimpered out. He felt hate flood him for being reduced to whimpering, and he howled as he struggled anew. Not that he ever would, but even the limited effect of the bite would not allow him to take another lover, another mate. The Soldier was it or death.
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He was uncensored as he howled and thrashed, his legs kicking out and finding not purchase. His thrashing motions only encouraged the Soldier he knew, his alpha so keyed into the fight that was between them, but it would leave more bruises as he was slammed down into the cement under him. There was never any comforts in their outings, and part of him hated every moment of them and another part loved that they had no boundaries about place and time.
He was breathing hard, his body rocking with the almost violent motions of their mating, listening to the sound of their flesh slapping together and his orgasm building up. He was so hard and his erection drooled over his belly, bouncing untouched against his own skin. Yet, he was keyed in on the flash of teeth, and he tried to force himself to drop his head to cover over his swollen glands. Bonding was the last thing he wanted out of a mating session.
Yet, he yelled when he was bitten, slamming his palms into the Soldier's chest as he was marked. It wasn't directly on the gland, just enough to catch the edge of it, damage it enough to release bonding hormones through his system. No one would see it so long as he kept his shirt on, but he knew it was there, the marking that would disappear because it wasn't deep enough to display to the world that he was mate marked, but a partial bond formed between himself and the Soldier like never before.
"Y-you asshole," he whimpered out. He felt hate flood him for being reduced to whimpering, and he howled as he struggled anew. Not that he ever would, but even the limited effect of the bite would not allow him to take another lover, another mate. The Soldier was it or death.