Juta is shaking, his fingers clenching around the fur beddings weakly.
His body is long past sore, every part of him feels slick and flushed, no inch of his flesh isn't marked with Ruto's sharp, unforgiving teeth.
Because Ruto had been ignoring him in the past days, Juta hadn't realized how much time they had together. Alone. Until now.
And it seems, Ruto has all the time in the world.
When is this ceaseless rut going to end? Juta manages a shallow breath which trembles through his chest as he attempts to push Ruto's face away from his chest, his whole muscles twitches from overstimulation, but Ruto continues to suck on the already red raw nipples.
As if this isn't enough, Juta feels the hot penis swell inside him again, locking him tight, stretching his insides beyond his limits.
A hoarse, broken cry that barely fills the room trembles from his lips, his voice cracked and dry from all his pleading since the last few days.
