Taagnus bb

"I don't wanna stop yet." Taako manages between breaths, the fluttering of his insides barely subsided. "I'll get you hard again."

Magnus averts his eyes, dumb and shy despite what they're doing. His whole, huge presence is crowding Taako's space, boxing him in against the mattress, but his husband seems so small when he nods a shy /yes/.

A few arcane words, some soft touches, and he can feel Magnus' cock against his thigh again, hard and warm. He wonders if this is normal. /Enjoying/ it so much. Revelling in how winded Magnus sounds when he wriggles, turns, and arcs his back until his ass is in the air and the mess they've made is on display.

"From behind this time." He commands. Magnus slides in, the leftovers of his cum relieving the friction of how tight he's gotten again. Taako closes his eyes and focuses every sense on listening to Magnus' gorgeous sounds. How reverent and filthy they're being.

It's not long before Magnus is draped over him, too sore to keep himself up, and at that angle it feels like each thrust is a little punch in a way that makes Taako's eyes roll back. His second orgasm comes quicker, is wet and messy and followed almost immediately by a third roll of pleasure deep in his gut. He can hear his own wretched gasps, feel Magnus' fingers holding his hips just so, and when his thrusts start to stutter Taako cards his fingers through his sideburns and whispers, /Give me a baby, Magnus/.

He can't remember ever being so /aware/ during sex before; their orgasms are usually more in synch, his mind focused on himself, but now Taako gets to hear and feel and /savour/ as Magnus brings both hands to his hips and comes sheathed inside him.

The little portion of logic left in his shaken mind knows that they can't be sure of anything yet, but when Magnus collapses beside him and rests a warm palm just below Taako's bellybutton, he's perfectly content to let it stay there.