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The silence between them was anything but calm.
"I can't do this, Lucien," Arin muttered, stepping back as if burned. "There's no way I'm not a bottom—let's break up."
Lucien's eyes darkened. His jaw twitched for a moment, muscles taut, emotions storming behind his usual calm. Just when Arin thought he might walk away or yell, the tension snapped… and Lucien tilted his head, softening with a reluctant smirk.
"Fine," he said, voice rough. "So what now?" He shifted on the bed, his sweatpants painfully tight. "My balls are f*cking killing me."
It was the first time Arin had ever heard Lucien curse. His ears turned red.
"Then bottom," Arin challenged with a smirk, though his voice trembled.
Lucien stared at him. "No."
"Then no sex," Arin folded his arms, victorious.
Lucien clenched his jaw, breathing through his nose for a beat. Then, after a moment's silence… he exhaled in defeat.
"Fine."
Arin blinked. "Wait… what?"
"I said fine. Prep me." Lucien's voice was low. "You better know what you're doing, little tiger."
Arin gulped. He may have initiated the challenge, but now that Lucien lay down, shoulders broad, legs spread just enough… Arin felt the weight of what he'd asked.
He grabbed the lube with shaking hands and settled between Lucien's thighs. "Tell me if I hurt you."
Lucien didn't respond—only stared at the ceiling with a tight jaw.
Arin squeezed some lube on his fingers and reached down. As soon as he touched Lucien's entrance, Lucien shuddered. His fingers clenched the sheets, but he didn't say a word.
"Relax," Arin whispered. "It's just me."
"I am relaxed," Lucien lied.
But when Arin slid one finger in, Lucien's thighs tensed. By the time Arin added a second, Lucien let out a shaky breath, biting his lip to keep any sound from escaping. He would not moan.
"You're so tight," Arin muttered.
Lucien shot him a glare.
Arin gulped and took that as permission to try. He lined himself up, pushing slowly. But—
He didn't even make it halfway in before Lucien's body pushed him out.
"…Sh*t," Arin whispered.
Lucien just raised an eyebrow.
"Just… let me try again."
He tried once more. The resistance was still there. Arin was panting now, trying to concentrate, willing his body to make it work. But it didn't matter how determined he was. Lucien's body wasn't accepting him. His breathing hitched with frustration as he failed a third time.
Lucien exhaled a laugh through his nose. "You done?"
"I'm trying, okay?!"
Lucien sat up, towering over him with that infuriatingly smug look. "You're small."
Arin glared. "Excuse me?"
"You're smaller than me," Lucien said casually, as if stating the weather. "And my hole's tight as f*ck. Doesn't help."
Arin flushed. "You're impossible."
Lucien leaned forward, voice velvet-soft. "No, love. You're impossible."
Without warning, Lucien flipped them, pressing Arin down into the mattress effortlessly. The shift in dominance was instant.
"Lucien—"
"My turn, little tiger."
Arin tried to push up, but Lucien had already kissed his way down his neck, murmuring as he reached for the lube. "You challenged me, now face the consequences."
He didn't give Arin time to argue. His slicked finger teased Arin's entrance, and the moment it pressed in, Arin gasped, back arching.
"Sh-shut up," he stammered, cheeks burning.
"Didn't say anything," Lucien smirked, adding a second finger. "But you did."
Arin gripped the pillow above his head, trying to stay composed. But then the third finger slid in, scissoring and stretching him deliberately slow, and all composure shattered.
"Lucien—ah, d-don't—!"
"Oh?" Lucien leaned down, lips brushing his ear. "What was that? Don't stop?"
"No! I mean yes—no—agh!"
Lucien chuckled low and deep, then pulled his fingers out. "You're ready."
Arin barely had time to breathe before Lucien positioned himself, nudging his way in. It wasn't just the size—it was the depth, the stretch, the way Lucien's girth seemed to claim every inch of him.
Arin moaned, loud and unfiltered.
Lucien froze. "Too much?"
"No," Arin whimpered, wrapping his legs around Lucien's waist. "Move."
And Lucien did—slowly at first, letting Arin adjust, watching every twitch of his face. Then deeper. Then harder. The rhythm built, relentless and thorough. Arin was panting, sweating, clawing at Lucien's back.
"F*ck—Lucien, I'm—!"
Lucien grinned, utterly in control, his hips slamming with perfect pressure. "Tight little tiger, aren't you?"
Arin's vision blurred. He came with a cry, trembling under Lucien's weight, unable to form words. His whole body shook.
Lucien followed moments later, breath heavy against Arin's neck.
When the world finally stilled, Arin lay boneless under him, glaring weakly.
"I hate you," he muttered.
Lucien smirked. "Love you too."
Arin whined and slapped his shoulder. "Never again."
Lucien rolled off him lazily. "Sure. Until next time you say, 'There's no way I'm not a bottom.'"
Arin cursed him, cuddled into his chest… and fell asleep in the arms of the man who proved size, patience, and power could all coexist in one dangerous, beautiful package.
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