What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 15: Be Mine- Zorbyn

Summary: " I want you to be mine."
" I'm already your's."

Zach's POV
Loud cries bounced from tree to tree. Birds departing at the long echoes, warning the other creatures of the forest. Swimming through the leaves and between blades of grass, right back to Zach's ears.

Crisp, darkened locks hung, head thrown back, groan sounding deep within his throat." So God damn tight," he breathed for the eightieth time. Gripping milky hips, fucking the male with everything he had.

Blood-red cheeks stood out against pale stone, the color bleeding down his neck to his shoulders. Light gleamed off the sweat beading on his forehead. Frozen gems stained with inky blue, struggling to keep conscious.

" Zach," he whined out, nails leaving angry indents in his palm. Zach's swelling knot barely dipping into him.

" I know baby, I'm almost there." He promised, breathless, firm muscles pressing to Corbyn's back. Entwining their fingers to pin his hands to the boulder." Hold on just a little longer. Can you do that for me, beautiful?"

The gentle weight of forehead resting against the small boy's temple. Hot, moist breath fanning over his cheek. Only aiding the heat radiating from him.

" Daddy, it hurts."

" Just a little more. I promise just a little more." He was so sensitive, so easy. So weak.

" Fuck yes," he sighed, nuzzling his knot into Corbyn's anus, hips rolling against his ass cheeks. The boy's blonde, fluff-ball tail tickling his stomach.

" Squeeze your hips, Princess. I'm so close." Fleshy walls closed in weakly, the little omega whimpering quietly. Gentle lips pressing heated kisses to his neck and face. Copper pennies fluttering as he came.

The base of his cock swelled, locking them together. Tip buried in deep, pumping thick, heavy streams into the much smaller mammal. Corbyn shuddered hard, an intense, creamy warmth pooling in his belly.

Loving fingers rubbed soothing circles into slowly bruising hips. Peppering his neck in long, sweet kisses, riding out the incredible orgasm.

Zach popped out with a sick squelch, pulling away from him. Corbyn whining lowly, cool wind flowing over his back, tracing the natural grooves of his body.

" Holy shit, that was good." Stiff muscles spread apart, skin growing taut as he stretched. Joints snapping, loosening. Fingers working to button his jeans. Returning to his toy, drawing nonsensical patterns into Corbyn's cheeks, admiring his work.

A river with off-white waters carved a path down his inner thighs, coming out in thick globs from his swollen, beautifully red ring. Leaving a slimy trail of potent, scent heavy sperm in its wake.

The alpha tugged at his pants, securing the button and zipper. Carefully twisting the almost limp boy, pressing his back gently to his stone." How are you feeling, baby?" Tender fingers brushed away a few stray strands, cupping his cheek. Leaning down to kiss his hot forehead.

" 'm tired," Corbyn mumbled, laying against his chest.

" You can sleep at my place," Zach cooed, lips nestling into damp hair.

" Neeewww! Your pack'll... kill me," a head tucked into the crook of his neck, lazy arms holding his waist.

" I'm not just gonna leave you. I won't let them hurt you, I promise." Zach nuzzled nose against pink cheeks, smiling when the tiny omega leaned into his touch. Lips ghosting over the very corner of his mouth.

Gentle hands ran along slick skin, fingertips digging carefully into tense muscle. Corbyn's little moan barely made it to his ears, a drowsy purr shaking his body." Trust me. Okay?"