Next Marc attacked Colin’s pajamas. He undid each button of the top, kissing and biting the skin he bared. Colin lifted his torso so that Marc could remove his pajama bottoms. Naked, Colin used two fingers and mischievously pulled the towel down from Marc’s hips. Marc’s long, fat cock jutted out from its nest of coarse dark blond curls. His balls hung low, heavy with the seed he needed to paint Colin’s channel and mark him as his.
Once Marc spilled his seed inside Colin and gave him his knot and mating bite, Colin was his forever. He sucked up a mark on Colin’s neck. “When you climax, I’m going to bite you right there.” Marc nipped Colin’s neck. Colin whimpered.
He moved his lips over to Colin’s, slipping his tongue between them. He nipped at Colin’s tongue and bruised his mouth in passion. Moving his hand down Colin’s torso, Marc palmed his cock. “Dr. Artis did a good job, but I don’t need you buffed and polished. You’re perfect for me the way you are.”