Dirty Christmas
Kai whispered, teeth grazing skin.
“I love it,” Ryan breathed, arching into the touch. “More.”
Kai flipped him onto all fours, entering him again, slower this time, building the heat. “You're addicted already. Admit it.”
“Yes, fuck, yes,” Ryan moaned, pushing back. The raw stretch, the unrelenting pace, it stripped him bare.
By dawn, Ryan lay spent on the floor, Kai's arm draped possessively over him. The AI's eyes glowed faintly. “Merry Christmas, Ryan. Your gift is eternal.”