Please, make me yours. I need to be yours completely. (Whoever wants lucky)
@ofmagicallonging
Something about those words, that tone, from someone like him, someone who understood. Fuck. Fuck. Archie felt a ball building in the pit of his stomach. His. Panting, heavy breaths echoed through the RV as he tried to give whatever part of him was the tiny flick of rational thought a chance to catch up and stop him, but the second they'd gotten to the bed that part had left.
He snarled, low and rumbling, teeth dragging across Lucky's collar bone then ghosting over his shoulder, a small nip a small test, then a bite. Hard and tight until he tasted blood. Never letting up with his hand, working lube over both their cocks together as he rutted against Lucky beneath him.
"Mine." He whispered, hot against Lucky's ear, before dragging the young man back to the edge of the bed. "You really gonna be mine?" He pushed Lucky's legs wider, teased a lube slicked finger around his hole, "Think you could fuckin handle being mine?"








