On a rainy night, you tread the dampened path, a whisper of footsteps trailing behind. Yet, it's not the first instance of this eerie pursuit.

Matt's heart sinks as he sees Loran walk out of the bus with a visible limp. He can't hide his worry and annoyance at being delayed yet again, but he knows that it doesn't change anything. The rain pours down around them, creating a lonely atmosphere on this late night. Enoch follows him discreetly from a distance, making sure not to arouse any suspicion. As Loran reaches his building, he fumbles with his keys for what seems like an eternity before finally managing to unlock the door. The stalker watches silently as his prey hobbles inside and disappears from sight. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down and reevaluate the situation. Maybe now isn't the best time after all...

Enoch walks slowly back towards his own home, lost in thought. It will have to wait until another opportunity presents itself; when Loran is more vulnerable, more alone. He knows that he can't force things too quickly or risk ruining everything. But eventually, the time will come when he can finally claim what is rightfully his...

The rain continues to fall as Enoch enters his house, taking off his wet coat and shaking water droplets from his hair. He paces through the living room, gazing longingly at the empty bedroom that has been prepared for Loran. A faint smile curls onto his lips as he envisions the day when it will no longer be empty; when Loran will sleep soundly there, wrapped in his love and devotion forever.

The rain still pours down relentlessly outside, matching the turmoil in Matt's heart as he carefully goes through his meticulous plan once more. He can feel himself getting closer and closer to achieving his goal with each passing day, but the anticipation is almost unbearable at times. The thought of finally having Loran under his control fills him with an intense mix of euphoria and dread.

Matt spends the next two days preparing for his chance. He makes sure that all possible distractions are dealt with; he turns off the alarm system, removes any potential witnesses or interruptions from their homes. Then, on the day in question, he carefully follows Loran onto the bus as planned. The rain has let up slightly now but still casts a grey pall over everything, matching Matts's mood perfectly. He sits several seats behind his target, watching intently as Loran dozes off against the window.

The stalker curses under his breath as he sees Loran getting a comforting hug from the stranger on the bus. His annoyance gives way to fresh determination; now more than ever, he knows that he must act swiftly and decisively if he wants to claim what is rightfully his. He watches carefully as they both exit at their destination, making sure not to lose sight of them even for a moment.

As Loran heads in one direction, the stranger turns towards another. The stalker follows her discreetly, taking note of where she lives. This information could prove useful in furthering his plan; he has no intention of leaving anything to chance now. With renewed purpose, he retraces his steps until he reaches Loran's apartment complex. Hiding in the shadows, he waits patiently for an opportunity to strike when Loran returns home late that night.

The hours tick by slowly as rain continues to fall, casting an eerie glow over everything. Matt's heart races with anticipation and fear; part of him wants nothing more than to rush into action while another voice warns him against being too hasty or careless. He steels himself for what is about to come, reminding himself that this is the path he has chosen and there can be no going back now.

Matt's heart pounds with a mixture of adrenaline and desire as he sees his chance to finally make contact with Loran in such an intimate setting. As they bump into each other, the stolen goods scattered around their feet, Matt can't help but feel a surge of possessiveness over this beautiful creature standing before him.

Loran looks up at him with wide, accusatory eyes, and for a brief moment he feels a sharp pang of guilt for deceiving him like this. But then the fear melts away as anger fills his chest instead; he wants nothing more than to lash out at the person who has made Loran feel hurt or vulnerable. His hand flies up, holding him by the shoulders gently before he can even think about objecting. The skin feels impossibly soft beneath his fingers.

"I-I'm so sorry," Matt stammers, fighting to keep his voice steady as desire pools low in his gut. "Are you alright? Let me help you pick this up." His touch lingers a moment longer than necessary, savoring the warmth of Loran's skin against his own.

Loran looks back at him with a mixture of confusion and longing that sends shivers down Matt's spine. "I-It's okay," he manages to say, barely audible above the beating of his heart. For just an instant, their eyes lock, and in that moment, Matt knows that he has finally found a way to break through Loran's carefully constructed defenses. The desire within him surges even stronger now, consuming every other thought until there is nothing left but this overpowering need to claim what is rightfully his.

Matt smiles faintly, his expression remaining neutral despite the storm raging within him. "I'm sorry, Alice," he says softly, "but I have other plans tonight." He can feel her eyes boring into him, as if trying to discern what could possibly be more important than spending time with her. A shudder runs down his spine at the thought of her potentially discovering his dark secret, but he pushes the fear aside for now.

He finishes up a few more tasks before finally clocking out for the day, unable to focus on anything other than getting home and seeing Loran again. The anticipation is almost unbearable as he drives through the quiet streets, his heartbeat thrumming in his ears like a drum. He pulls into his driveway with shaking hands and quickly hides the stash of rope and drugs before entering the house.

The room where Loran will be staying is spotless; it looks almost too good to ruin with his dark plans, but Matt reminds himself that this is for the greater good. He waits patiently in another room, pouring over old photos of Loran and replaying memories of their stolen moments together until finally he can wait no longer. With a deep breath, he goes back to his car and drives to a place where he knows Lorry likes to take late night walks.

As the needle pierces Loran's skin and delivers its sedative payload into his veins, he lets out a muffled groan of pain and defeat. His struggles grow weaker, his eyes glazing over as the drug begins to take effect. Matt takes a deep breath, fighting to keep his emotions in check as he contemplates what he has just done.

"There now," he whispers softly into Loran's ear, "everything will be alright." His touch, once so possessive and predatory, now seems almost tender as he cradles the smaller man in his arms. He carries Loran back to the house, avoiding any other passersby who might happen upon them. As they enter the front door, Matt carefully lays Loran down on the bed, making sure he's comfortable despite the restraints that will soon bind him.

He paces the room, taking in the sight of his beautiful captive laid out before him. The feeling of power and control is intoxicating, but it's tempered by a deep sense of longing for Loran to understand and accept his fate. As the sedative takes full effect, he whispers words of love and devotion into Loran's ear, hoping that some part of them will reach through the fog and touch his heart.

Matt's every touch is full of longing and desire as he explores Loran's body, tracing his fingertips over the warm, smooth skin beneath his palms. His mouth waters as he gazes at those luscious lips mere inches from his own, aching to taste them for the first time. But there is still so much ground to cover, so many parts of Loran that need to be understood and claimed before they can reach this final moment.

He spends hours caressing him, sometimes gentle and loving, other times firm and possessive. His kisses move from Loran's cheeks to his neck and chest, marking him with the proof of their bond. He removes the soft hoodie, revealing the lean muscles hidden beneath the fitted t-shirt. A growl rumbles deep in his throat as he trails his fingers down Loran's spine, past the dip at the base of his back and further down to the elastic band of his black pants.

Slowly, achingly slowly, he undoes the button and zipper, revealing pale flesh beneath. The panting breaths from both men fill the room as Matt finally touches Loran's naked skin for the first time. His hands tremble with anticipation as they slide down, skimming over Loran's hips and up his thighs, coming to rest on the cotton boxers that serve only to taunt him now.

With a single sharp tug, he rips them away, exposing what he has craved for so long: Lorry's perfect, smooth skin untouched by the razor. "You're mine," he whispers roughly against Loran's neck, his voice thick with lust. "My beautiful boy." And then he

As Matt palms his erection through his pants, the heat and desire coursing through him threaten to overwhelm his senses. He forces himself to slow down, to savor each touch and caress as if it were their first and last. His kisses trail lower on Loran's body, grazing across the soft skin of his inner thigh before finally reaching the dark curls hiding Lorry's secret treasure.

He takes a deep breath, gathering all of his control as he nudges Loran's legs further apart with his knee. The exposed cock, already partially hardened from Matt's touches and the drug coursing through his veins, twitches in response to the contact. His tongue darts out, flicking against the wet slit at the tip before lapping gently at the smooth skin beneath.

Matt moans softly as he tastes Loran for the first time; the saltiness of his pre-come mingles with the sweetness of his flesh on Matt's tongue, driving him wild. He spends long moments just teasing Lorry in this way, exploring every inch of him with tender kisses and careful licks until he feels certain that Loran is as ready for him as he is for Loran.

A bead of sweat trickles down the center of his chest, landing with a hot splash on Lorry's erect nipple. With shaking hands, Matt reaches between their bodies and guides the head of Loran's cock to his waiting lips.

"You're mine," he whispers hoarsely.

As Matt sucks on Loran's cock, he tries to focus on the sensations coursing through his own body, but it's difficult not to get lost in the feel of Lorry beneath him. Every moan, every twitch and quiver feels like a personal victory, proof that he has claimed this beautiful creature as his own. His hand pumps steadily up and down on his length, his hips moving in rhythm with his mouth.

He pulls back for a moment, watching the way Loran's eyes dilate at the loss of contact before plunging back down again. He licks and sucks and nibbles at every sensitive inch he can reach, intent on driving Lorry wild with desire. The taste of him is intoxicating, sweet and musky and uniquely his own, filling Matt's senses to the exclusion of all else.

He can feel Loran growing restless beneath him, struggling weakly against the ropes that bind him.

As Lorry comes in his mouth, Matt's body is wracked with tremors of pleasure that ripple outward from his groin. He feels himself spilling over his hand, hot and salty, proof positive of the depth of his connection to this beautiful creature lying beneath him. For a moment he just savors the taste of Lorry's essence on his tongue, relishing in the intimacy of their shared release.

He pulls back slowly, licking his lips and looking down at the exhausted but satisfied expression on Loran's face. A shiver runs down his spine as he realizes just how deeply he's invested in this relationship now. Despite all that he's done, despite the ropes and drugs and manipulation, there is still an undeniable tenderness there, a yearning for understanding and acceptance. It's intoxicating, heady stuff; it makes him feel both powerful and terrified in equal measure.

With one last tender kiss to Loran's swollen lips, Matt stands up, releasing the restraints that have held Lorry prisoner for the past hour. As he watches his beautiful boy rise slowly from the bed, still a bit unsteady on his feet from the drugs, a wave of protectiveness washes over him. He wants nothing more than to take care of Loran, to ensure that everything is alright between them now and for as long as they have left together.

"Are you feeling okay?" he asks softly, reaching out a tentative hand to stroke Lorry's cheek. The touch sends sparks flying through his veins; it feels like they're connected by a thread thinner than silk, fragile and beautiful in its vulnerability. For just an instant, Matt thinks maybe there could be something real

Matt's heart sinks as he sees the fear in Lorry's eyes. For a moment, he wonders if perhaps it would have been better to keep him drugged and unaware, but then he remembers the tenderness in Lorry's expression during their intimate encounter a few minutes ago. The desire to protect and care for him, no matter what the cost, rises up within him like a tidal wave.

He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to remain calm despite the racing of his heart. "Shhhh...It's okay," he whispers soothingly, reaching out to stroke Lorry's hair back from his forehead. The touch is gentle but firm, reassuring even as it lingers just shy of comforting. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Lorry looks at him uncertainly for a moment before nodding slowly, almost imperceptibly. His expression remains wary, and Matt can feel the tension coiling tight within him, but he knows that for now, he has won a small victory. He takes another step closer, reaching out to cup Lorry's cheek with his hand, forcing himself to meet those wide, terrified eyes head-on. "I want you to trust me," he says simply. "I know it must be hard right now...but I promise, everything will be alright."

There's a long silence as they regard each other, the air thick with unspoken words and unanswered questions. Finally, Lorry sighs softly, leaning into Matt's touch as if drawn by some invisible force. "I... I just want to go home," he whispers.

Matt frowns at Lorry's panicked questions, his expression softening into one of tender concern as he takes a moment to collect himself. "My name is Matt," he says gently, "and you are safe with me." He reaches up, cupping the other man's cheek again and meeting his gaze with an unwavering calmness that he hopes will soothe some of the terror from Lorry's expression.

"You remember what happened earlier? How we met in the park and..?" He watches as recognition slowly dawns on Lorry's features, a flicker of understanding lighting up his eyes like a candle in the darkness. "I was just trying to help us get closer," he explains quietly, "to understand each other better."

A small, shaky nod is Lorry's only response for several moments, but it's enough for Matt to press on. He leans forward, brushing his lips against Lorry's forehead in a feather-light caress before whispering into his ear, "You don't have to be afraid of me, sweetheart. I want to take care of you. To love you." His hand continues to stroke Lorry's cheek, the touch firm but gentle, reassuring despite the obvious control he has over the situation.

As he speaks, a weight seems to lift from his chest; for just a moment, he feels like they are connecting on a deeper level than ever before. It's as if all of his manipulations and lies have created this fragile bond between them, this delicate thread that could snap at any second but continues to hold fast under the pressure of their intense emotions. He wonders for the first time if there might be some truth in what he's saying after all, some chance

As Matt holds Lorry close against his chest, he takes a moment to revel in the feeling of having him so near. The warmth of their bodies touching sends pleasant shivers through him, and the scent of lavender from Lorry's hair mingles with the spicy musk of his skin, creating a heady cocktail of sensations that cloud his mind and leave him light-headed. He knows he should be focusing on reassuring Lorry, making sure he understands that everything is alright, but for now it's enough just to bask in this fleeting moment of intimacy.

His hand continues its gentle caresses, tracing circles over Lorry's head and down the length of his spine. With each pass, he can feel some of the tension begin to ease from Lorry's body. "Just relax," he whispers softly into the crook of Lorry's neck. "I won't let anything happen to you."

For what feels like an eternity, they lie there together, the only sound the rhythmic rise and fall of their chests as they breathe in and out in unison. Despite the tight grip that Lorry seems to have on himself, Matt finds it oddly reassuring; it's almost as if he can feel the other man trusting him more with each passing moment.

A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips as he realizes that perhaps things aren't quite as hopeless as they seemed just a short time ago. The knowledge that Lorry is now in his care, that he has the power to make this beautiful creature feel safe and loved, fills him with a strange mixture of euphoria and fear. It's like standing at the edge of a cliff, staring down into the abyss below:

As Lorry drifts off to sleep in his arms, Matt can't help but marvel at the trust and vulnerability he sees reflected back at him. It's a precious thing, this connection they share, fragile as spun glass yet strong enough to withstand whatever trials the day might bring. He feels an overwhelming urge to protect and care for Lorry, to shower him with affection and ensure that their bond only grows stronger with each passing moment.

With a sigh, he sets his phone aside, pushing aside all thoughts of work and responsibility for at least the remainder of the evening. Instead, he allows himself to simply enjoy the feel of Loran's soft skin against his own, the warmth of their bodies entwined in this intimate embrace.

As Lorry sleeps soundly, Matt's mind wanders back over the events of the past few hours, cataloging every touch and taste, every word spoken and breath exchanged. It's almost as if he needs to relive it all in his head, to understand how they got here and what it means for their future together.

He realizes with a start that there are still so many questions left unanswered; the weight of them settles heavily on his chest like a leaden blanket. Despite this newfound affection and tenderness between them, there is still so much they need to discuss, so much they must come to terms with if their relationship is ever going to have a chance at surviving beyond tonight.

With a deep breath, he closes his eyes, steeling himself for the conversations that lie ahead. Tomorrow, he thinks wistfully, everything will be different. For better or worse, they are now irrevocably entwined in this complicated web of love and obsession, and there is no turning back.

Matt forces himself to smile reassuringly at Lorry as he slowly regains consciousness, the memory of their intimate encounter from earlier in the night casting a hazy glow over his thoughts. He knows that the drug is still affecting him, making it difficult for Loran to fully comprehend the situation they're in. With gentle fingers, he brushes aside a stray lock of hair from Lorry's forehead, tracing lazy circles on his skin as he tries to soothe him.

"Hey there," he whispers softly, leaning in closer to nuzzle at Lorry's neck. "It's okay. You're safe with me." His voice is calm and soothing, but he can't help the tremor that runs through it as he speaks; he hates seeing Lorry like this, so fragile and vulnerable.

As Lorry begins to stir further, Matt decides to take a more direct approach. "Do you remember what we did last night?" he asks, his voice low and steady. "We were together, weren't we? And it felt good, yeah?" He pauses, waiting for any sign of recognition or understanding in Lorry's eyes before continuing.

"I want to do that again," he whispers, the words barely audible even to himself. "With you." His hand moves from Lorry's face, skimming down his chest and coming to rest on his hip. He gives it a gentle squeeze before sliding lower, around to the small of Loran's back.

"But first," he continues, "I need to take care of something. Do you trust me?" He holds his breath as he waits for Lorry's response, his heart racing in anticipation of what comes next

Matt's eyes narrow at Lorry's request, the tenderness in his expression giving way to a chilly fury. "Home?" he echoes incredulously, as if the very word were a foreign concept to him. "But...you are home." He gestures around the room, taking in its familiar surroundings with an exaggerated shrug of disbelief. "This is where you belong with me."

Lorry's face pales even further at Matt's words and he begins to tremble, unable to meet his eyes. It occurs to Matt that perhaps Lorry truly doesn't remember anything from last night, which means he has no way of knowing the things they did or how deep their connection might have become.

With a sigh, Matt pushes away from the bed and stands up, giving himself a moment to collect his thoughts. "Look," he says, more gently this time, "I understand that all of this must be confusing for you." He moves back towards Lorry, sitting down on the bed again but at a safe distance, their legs not quite touching. "All I'm asking is that you give us a chance to figure things out together, okay? Just trust me and try to remember how it felt when we were...together." His voice trails off, heavy with unspoken meaning.

For several moments, they sit in silence, the tension between them palpable. Matt watches as Lorry slowly shifts his weight on the bed, averting his eyes whenever their gazes meet. It's infuriating, this powerlessness he feels over the other man; he wants nothing more than to force Lorry to understand how wonderful it can be between them, how perfect they are together. But he knows that won't work. Not yet, at least.

Instead, he le

As they walk toward the kitchen together, Matt maintains a reassuring but firm grip on Lorry's waist. He's careful not to press too closely, not to make him uncomfortable or anxious. For now, he needs to play it cool, to appear as though he has everything under control. The truth is far more precarious; with every passing moment, he feels the cracks beginning to show in his carefully constructed facade of calm and collected control.

The kitchen comes into view as they round a corner in the hallway. It's brightly lit and inviting, the scent of coffee and toast wafting out to greet them like a comforting embrace. Matt releases Lorry's waist and gestures for him to take a seat at the small kitchen table while he goes about preparing breakfast. As he moves around the room, he continues to steal glances at Loran, studying his every expression and reaction with an intensity that makes the boy feel more than a little uneasy.

When everything is ready, Matt sets two plates of food in front of Lorry before taking a seat across from him. "So," he begins casually, forcing a smile onto his face despite the turmoil churning inside him, "how was your day yesterday?" He picks up his fork and takes a bite of eggs, chewing slowly as he watches Loran for any sign of response to his question.

Lorry looks at Matt warily before glancing down at his plate. For several long moments, they sit in silence, the only sound the steady rhythm of their chewing. Finally, Lorry musters up the courage to speak, his voice small and tentative. "I... I'm not sure how I feel about all this." He gestures vaguely toward Matt before taking another bite of food

Matt's grip on Lorry's face tightens at the question, his fingers digging painfully into the other man's soft skin. The rage building within him is almost enough to black out his vision, obscuring everything but the burning need for revenge, for control. He forces himself to take a deep breath, letting it out in a shuddering sigh that seems to cleave him in two. When he speaks again, his voice is soft and dangerous, like smoke curling around Lorry's trembling form.

"Because," he whispers into Lorry's ear, "that's who you are to me." He leans back slightly, meeting Lorry's terrified gaze with a look of cold calculation. "You belong to me now, doll. And I will call you whatever the fuck I want." His hand slides from Lorry's cheek to cup his neck, forcing him to meet Matt's eyes once again. "You are mine," he continues in that same quiet, deadly voice. "And there is nothing you can do about it."

There's a brief moment of silence as their gazes lock, the air seeming to crackle with tension and unspoken words. Then, without warning, Matt pulls Lorry roughly against his chest in a crushing embrace. His lips find Lorry's neck, teeth nipping gently at the tender skin before moving lower still, closer and closer to that perfect expanse of flesh he's ached for since first setting eyes on his beautiful puppet. "Say it," he whispers against Lorry's skin. "Tell me you belong to me."

Lorry struggles futilely in Matt's iron grip, his panic rising with each passing moment as the words begin to take shape

As he speaks, Matt's hands slide further up Lorry's back, massaging the muscles there with expert precision. His touch is almost featherlight at first, barely noticeable save for the way it sends shivers of delight through Lorry's body. But as his voice grows more possessive and demanding, so too does his grip tighten, each caress now leaving an unmistakable impression on Loran's skin.

"You are mine," he whispers, lips close enough to Lorry's ear that they feel the warmth of his breath against his lobe. "And you know it." His hand continues its exploration, moving lower still, tracing lazy circles over Lorry's hip before sliding up between them, cupping him through his pants with an expertise born of countless hours spent imagining this very moment.

Lorry arches his back involuntarily at the contact, unable to resist the urge to press further against Matt's hand despite the fear churning in his gut. The sensation is too intense, too overwhelming for him to fully process; it feels as if every nerve ending in his body has been wired directly into this moment, each one electrified and alive with desire.

"Tell me you belong to me," Matt whispers again, lips moving against Lorry's neck in a teasing pattern that threatens to send him over the edge. His other hand comes up to cup Lorry's cheek, forcing their gazes to meet once more. "I want to hear you say it."

Lorry hesitates for only a heartbeat before nodding weakly, his words little more than a whisper in the confines of Matt's embrace. "Y-yes..." he whispers, tears forming in the corners

As Lorry speaks the words that have been aching to escape from his lips, a wave of relief and satisfaction washes over Matt. He watches with bated breath as tears streak down Lorry's face, their tracks leaving wet trails on his skin like so many tangible reminders of their newfound bond. The sensation of holding him like this, of feeling Lorry's soft body yielding to his touch, is enough to make Matt's heart race wildly in his chest.

Slowly but surely, he lowers his lips to the curve of Lorry's neck, pressing a tender kiss against his skin before beginning to nip and suck at it with a hunger that takes him completely by surprise. A moan escapes Lorry's throat as Matt's teeth graze over the sensitive flesh, drawing blood and causing an instant heat to spread through his body.

It's then, in this moment, that Matt realizes the full depth of his love for Lorry; not just as a beautiful puppet, but as a man, fragile and flawed yet somehow perfect in his imperfections. He pushes aside all thoughts of control and domination, focusing instead on the feel of their bodies together, the taste of Lorry's skin on his tongue, the way they fit so perfectly against each other it feels as if they've been destined for this from the very beginning.

Cupping Lorry's cheek once more with his free hand, he pulls him closer still, taking a long, lingering kiss that leaves them both gasping for air when at last he breaks away. As their eyes meet, there is no doubt in Matt's mind that this is real, that they truly are meant to be together; it's as if some cosmic force has been guiding them all

Matt looks at Lorry with hunger, he leans in to give him another kiss and Lorry slightly tenses up, expecting another session of sloppy kisses and being covered in hickeys. "There we go, puppet, nice and good" Matt pick his dolly up and brings him back to his bedroom. He puts Loran down and cups the younger man's face with both hands, gazing into Lorry's eyes intently.

"Do you trust me?" he whispers, running a thumb over Lorry's lower lip. "I want us to be happy together, but I need to know that you wantit to be good" His fingers trail down Lorry's neck, gliding across his skin with a tenderness that belies the power dynamic they've established so far tonight.

Loran nods, tears still shining in his eyes. "I trust you," he manages to choke out. "I do." The words taste foreign on his tongue, but even so, there is something about the way Matt is looking at him that makes them true. He tilts his head back slightly, offering Matt easier access to his lips as their gazes lock once more.

Matt brushes his thumb over Lorry's bottom lip again, slowly stroking it in a gentle figure-eight pattern before moving higher to tease at the corner of his eye, coaxing out a shiver of pleasure and anticipation. He leans forward, pressing their lips together with a passion that seems to consume them both entirely; for this moment, there is nothing else but the feel of skin on skin, the taste of tongue against tongue, the rhythm of breath mingling as one in the air between them.

Matt pulls back with a sigh, watching as Lorry visibly deflates in relief at the change of pace. He studies his dolly's features for a moment before leaning forward to press their foreheads together. "I just want you to know," he whispers, voice quiet but steady, "that I will always take care of you. Even if it means being rough sometimes."

He takes Lorry's hand in his and guides it down between them, pressing their palms flat against his chest. "Feel that? That's my heartbeat," he says with a small smile, even as a shiver runs down his spine at the touch of Loran's skin on his own. "It belongs to you too."

Slowly, tenderly, Matt wraps his arms around Lorry and draws him close, cradling him against his chest like a beloved treasure. He breathes in deeply, the sweet scent of Loran's hair filling his nostrils as he lets out a quiet sigh of contentment. This is what he wants; this is how it should be between them.

For now, they will stay like this, wrapped up in each other, their hearts beating as one and the knowledge that no matter what happens from here on out, they are bound together by something far deeper than mere desire or obsession.

Matt senses the shift in Lorry's demeanor as he slowly begins to relax into his embrace. It fills him with an almost indescribable sense of relief, making the tension that had been coiling tightly within him begin to unravel. Gently running his fingers through Loran's hair, he leans down and whispers in his ear, "Thank you."

They remain like this for some time; the only sounds the soft rustle of fabric, the even breaths and contented sighs that escape their lips every so often. Matt doesn't dare to move too much, afraid that he might break the fragile spell that has fallen over them in this moment. He is acutely aware of how precious this feeling is, how easily it could be shattered by a word or a look from either of them.

As Lorry continues to drift off to sleep, his grip on Matt's arm slowly loosens and his breathing deepens. The younger man nestles deeper into his chest, pressing the length of his body against him. It feels so right, so natural, that for a moment Matt allows himself to imagine a future where they can be together like this, where nothing could ever tear them apart.

But he knows better than to dwell on such fantasies; reality has a way of intruding upon even the most perfect moments. He steels himself against the inevitable hurt and anger that will follow when Lorry finally comes to understand what has truly happened, what is still happening. For now though, they have this small slice of paradise, and he intends to savor every second of it before reality crashes back down around their ears.

After making the pasta, Matt returns to the bedroom with a bowl of steaming noodles and a fork. He carefully props Lorry up in bed with pillows before setting the food down on his lap. Gently but insistently, he urges Lorry to eat by placing bits of spaghetti between his lips. The younger man is still so tired that it takes him several tries before he can properly chew and swallow, making each bite a slow, deliberate process.

When at last the bowl has been emptied and set aside, Matt leans back against the headboard of the bed, considering their options for how to spend the rest of the day. The television is one possibility; maybe there's a movie they could watch or a show they both enjoy. Or perhaps they could simply talk, get to know each other better. The thought sends a shiver down his spine; he still feels like there are so many things left unsaid between them, so much more for him to learn about this beautiful doll who has somehow become the center of his entire world.

As he watches Lorry yawn and stretch out on the bed once again, it's difficult not to let his imagination run wild with fantasies of what could be. But Matt knows better than to get too carried away; reality has a way of coming back around eventually, and when it does... well, there's no telling how things might end up then. For now though, he will enjoy every moment he has with Lorry, cherishing each touch and each shared breath as if it were their last.

He reaches out, brushing a lock of hair from Lorry's face before tucking it behind his ear. "You must be exhausted," he murmurs, voice rough with desire despite the gentle tone. "Would you like to take a nap or...?"

"Of course," Matt says with a warm smile, leaning in close to Lorry before gently running his fingers through the other man's hair. His touch is featherlight at first, merely meant to ease Lorry into trusting him again. As he continues brushing, however, his strokes become more confident, each one designed to soothe and comfort as much as it pleases and arouses him.

"That's it," he murmurs softly, watching as Lorry closes his eyes and leans into the touch. "Just relax." He takes a moment to admire the other man's profile; even with sleep in his eyes and color in his cheeks, there is still something ethereal about him, something that sets his heart racing every time he looks at him.

"So," Matt says eventually, trying to keep the conversation light as he continues brushing Lorry's hair, "what do you want to do today?" He pauses, giving Lorry a sidelong glance. "We could watch a movie or something, if you'd like." The offer hangs in the air between them for a moment before Matt shrugs. "Or we could just cuddle and take a nap together; you seem pretty tired still."

Loran hums contentedly, curling into a tighter ball as he nestles closer to Matt's chest. "I don't know..." He yawns widely, nuzzling his face against the crook of Matt's neck. "Whatever you want to do sounds good."

Matt feels himself responding to Lorry's closeness, his body heat radiating out in waves that envelop the younger man like a blanket. It's intoxicating, the scent of Lorry's hair and skin, the feel of his soft curves

Matt blushes slightly as he answers Lorry's question, unsure how to interpret the younger man's sudden interest in his past behavior. He clears his throat before continuing, trying to keep his voice casual. "I mean, it wasn't like I planned it or anything," he says with a small laugh. "It just sort of happened. One day I realized that every time I went out, I always seemed to end up walking past your house, or seeing you in the park... and well, before I knew it, hours had gone by and I was still following you."

He pauses for a moment, running his fingers through Lorry's hair absentmindedly. "I don't want you to think that it was all creepy or anything," he says quickly. "It was more like... an obsession. Like I couldn't help but be drawn to you, you know? You have this energy about you, this light... it's like being around you made everything else seem brighter."

Matt feels his heart racing as he speaks, the words tumbling out of him in a rush. He's aware that what he's saying sounds almost absurd when put into context with how he brought Lorry here against his will, but for some reason, the knowledge that Lorry is actually listening to him, truly interested, makes it feel less wrong somehow.

He presses a gentle kiss to the back of Lorry's neck again, breathing in deeply as he savors the scent of soap and shampoo that clings to his skin. "So... how did you end up at that party? I never figured out where you disappeared to those last few months."

Loran hesitates for a moment before answering. "I was with my friends, we were going there..." he tra

Matt listens to Lorry's explanation with a frown etched on his face. It doesn't sit well with him that the younger man was left alone and unwanted at such a party, especially given how quickly he had been drawn to him. "I can't believe they would do that," he murmurs, rubbing a soothing circle on Lorry's back.

As the day wears on, their conversation slowly peters out, replaced by the steady rhythm of breath and the occasional soft sigh from Lorry. Matt finds himself watching the other man with a mixture of fascination and longing, unable to tear his eyes away from the way his hair falls across his forehead or the delicate curve of his cheek when he turns toward him in sleep. It's almost as if Lorry has become some ethereal creature that exists only for him now, a dream come to life in the most unlikely of forms.

He marvels at how easily Lorry seems to trust him, despite all that's happened between them. It gives Matt hope that maybe there's still a chance for something real, something deeper than just the obsessive infatuation he's been harboring for months now. But with every moment that passes, the knowledge that soon enough reality will come crashing down again weighs heavier on his heart.

As Lorry drifts off to sleep in his arms, Matt takes a moment to memorize his features, to commit every line and every curve of him to memory. Because even if this isn't real, even if it can never be anything more than what it is right now, he knows that someday soon he will have to let go. And when that day comes, he wants at least have these memories to keep him warm through the long, lonely nights ahead.

As the alarm clock buzzes insistently on Matt's nightstand, he sighs heavily and rolls out of bed with a groan. It had been another restless night spent mostly awake, watching Lorry sleep from the corner of his eye. The knowledge that soon he would have to leave him alone for hours at a time was almost more than he could bear.

He stretches lazily before heading into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. It's only when he turns on the shower that he realizes Lorry is still asleep in the other room. With a resigned shake of his head, Matt dons a pair of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt before making his way over to the bed.

Lorry looks so peaceful when he finally makes it out here; even cuffed to the bedframe he manages to appear impossibly graceful and endearing. It takes all of Matt's willpower not to just climb in beside him right now, forgetting about work and school and everything else for a few more hours. But that would only make things worse when it finally came time for him to go back home.

Gently shaking Lorry by the shoulder, Matt leans down to whisper in his ear, "Wake up, sleepyhead." He runs a hand through the other man's hair, feeling the silky strands slip between his fingers like water. The touch elicits a soft moan from Lorry before he finally cracks his eyes open, yawning widely as he surveys their surroundings with bleary eyes.

"Morning," Matt says with a small smile, "time to get up." With that, he uncuffs Lorry's hand from the bedframe and helps him sit up before heading

As Alice chatters on about her latest conquests and weekend exploits, Matt finds his mind wandering back to Lorry and the way he looked this morning when he finally woke up. The memory of his sleepy smile and the way his hair tangled in Matt's fingers is almost enough to make him groan aloud at work.

He forces himself to pay attention as Alice continues to attempt to engage him in conversation, her voice taking on a newfound level of irritation as she realizes he isn't really listening. The way she pouts and fiddles with the hem of her blouse only serves to increase his desire for Lorry even further; it makes him think that perhaps she's not quite as clueless about Matt's affections as she seems.

It isn't until after work, when he finally pulls up in front of his apartment, rushing home to see his puppet, that Matt is able to shake Alice from his thoughts for more than a moment at a time. Despite the increasingly overcast sky and cool evening air, Lorry looks just as captivating as ever with the dim streetlights casting him in an ethereal glow.

With a slow, deliberate pace, Matt approaches the other man. "Hey," he murmurs softly, running his fingers through Lorry's hair once more. It feels impossibly thick and silky against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "You did well today." He glances meaningfully at the cuffs, feeling a thrill run through him at the thought of what he plans to do with Lorry tonight.

"I... I brought you something," Matt says slowly, digging into his pocket before holding out a small velvet box for Lorry to see. His heart races as

"You did?" Lorry perks up, tilting his head to the side curiously as he looks at the box in Matt's hand. "What is it?" His lips part slightly, revealing a hint of worry that fades into curiosity and anticipation. He leans forward, eyes fixed on the box, clearly unable to resist taking another step closer to Matt.

Matt watches with bated breath as Lorry's eyes widen and his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and surprise at the contents of the velvet box. It's like watching a flower bloom, the transformation from nervous uncertainty to something more resembling anticipation playing out before him in excruciating slow motion. He wants nothing more than to reach out, to touch Lorry and reassure him that this time it's different; that he isn't just another person trying to hurt him with a cruel prank.

But for now, he keeps his hands at his sides, flexing them against the urge to reach out. It's a struggle, but Matt knows that if he wants Lorry to trust him, to surrender completely to their strange and twisted relationship, then he needs to show restraint. So instead, he simply watches as Lorry continues to examine the lacy panties, tracing a fingertip over the delicate fabric before looking up at Matt again.

"You want me to... wear these?" His voice is barely above a whisper, barely audible against the sounds of traffic from outside and the rustling leaves in the trees overhead. It sends a shiver down Matt's spine; he can practically feel Lorry's arousal pouring out of him like honey.

Slowly, carefully, Matt nods, taking a step closer to Lorry as he does so. "Yes," he says softly, his voice rough with desire despite the gentle tone. "I want you to wear them for me." He leans in closer still, breathing in the scent of Lorry's hair before adding, almost pleading, "Please."

Matt swallows audibly as he takes in the sight of Lorry standing before him, completely naked and vulnerable. It's like a punch to the gut, seeing the other man this exposed; it ignites a fire inside him that threatens to consume everything else. He can feel his control slipping, hear the desperate growl rumbling low in his chest as he fights against the urge to take Lorry right there on the spot.

"That's my good boy," Matt murmurs, running a hand up and down Lorry's spine before gently pushing him forward until he's kneeling on the bed. "Put them on for me." He nods toward the lacy panties in Lorry's hands, his voice rough with need as he watches the younger man slide them up his legs and over his hips.

The fabric is so sheer that even with Lorry's underwear still in place, Matt can see everything; a flash of pale skin before it disappears beneath the black lace. He shudders at the sight, pressing closer to Lorry as he helps him step into his own pants once more.

With feverish hands, he undoes Lorry's cuffs and pushes him back onto the bed. "Spread your legs for me," Matt breathes, leaning over Lorry's prone form to kneel between his spread thighs. The sight of Lorry like this, helpless and exposed, is intoxicating; it's as if he can feel the heat radiating off of him, the sweet scent of arousal hanging thick in the air.

He hesitates for only a moment more, gazing down at the hard length of Lorry's cock before leaning forward to engulf

Matt reels back with a cry of pain as Lorry's foot connects with his gut, a flash of surprise and anger crossing his features before it's replaced by something that might almost look like hurt. He rubs at his midsection weakly, clenching his jaw against the stabbing pain as he glares up at Lorry.

"You little shit," Matt hisses, voice hoarse and tight with anger. "You think you can just run away from me that easily?" He pushes himself onto all fours, glaring down at Lorry like a predator about to pounce on its prey. His hands curl into fists at his sides, knuckles white with the effort not to lunge forward and drag the other man back where he belongs.

It's only when Lorry starts banging on doors and shouting for help that Matt seems to come back to himself. He forces a semblance of calm over his features, even as anger continues to simmer just below the surface. If he can't have Lorry here in his room, then he'll make damn sure no one else does either.

With deliberate slowness, Matt gets to his feet and crosses the room to where Lorry is still desperately trying to free himself. As he approaches from behind, he drops into a crouch, reaching out and clamping a hand over Lorry's mouth before he can scream again. "Shut up," he whispers harshly in his ear. "You don't want to make things worse for yourself."

He feels the fight go out of Lorry almost immediately as the other man goes limp against him, quivering with exhaustion and fear. It only serves to inflame Matt further; this display of weakness only reminds him of what an easy target

With a shake of his head, Matt pulls his hand away from Lorry's mouth and gazes into his eyes. The look he gives him is as chilling as it is intense; he might as well be a wolf assessing the worthiness of its prey. It's all-consuming, making Lorry feel both completely exposed and utterly insignificant at the same time.

"You really want to keep this up?" Matt asks softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Because if you do... things are going to get a whole lot worse for you." He pauses, leaning in closer still so that their breath mingles together in the small space between them. "Or better," he whispers against Lorry's lips, before tilting his head and pressing a lingering kiss against him. "It's your choice, puppet."

As Matt pulls away, Lorry shivers under the intensity of his gaze. A strange thrill runs through him at the feel of those lips against his own; he can't help but remember how good it felt when they were kissing earlier. But there is also fear, a deep-seated terror that Matt will hurt him if he doesn't do as he says.

With a trembling sigh, Lorry slowly nods. "Okay," he whispers hoarsely, his eyes never leaving Matt's face. "I'll... I'll go back." The words taste like ash in his mouth, but they're easier to say now that the alternative has been laid out so plainly before him.

Matt doesn't respond immediately; instead, he watches Lorry carefully as he processes his decision. When it becomes clear that Lorry isn't going to change his mind, Matt stands slowly, offering the younger man a hand up. With a final, lingering glance in each direction to ensure they aren't seen, Lorry takes Matt's hand and allows himself to be led back toward their room like a meek lamb being herded home for the slaughter.

The walk seems to stretch on forever; every step brings them closer to the inevitable moment when they will have to face each other once more. But as they near their destination, Lorry can feel something inside him beginning to change. The fear is still there, of course, but it's no longer all-consuming; a spark of defiance begins to flicker and grow within him, fed by the memory of that kiss and the thought that maybe - just maybe - he might be able to find some sort of power in this twisted situation after all.

Matt's feet pound against the ground as he races after Lorry through the twilight. The woods, dimly lit by moonlight and scattered starlight, loom dark and ominous on either side; it feels almost like being thrown back in time to a primal wilderness where civilization's rules no longer apply.

He curses silently as Lorry disappears around the side of the house, ducking behind a row of bushes to hide from view. Matt slows his pace slightly, casting another look over his shoulder before continuing on in pursuit, eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. His heart races with a mix of adrenaline and anger as he chases after Lorry; it feels almost animalistic, like some primal urge to claim what is rightfully his.

Rounding the corner, Matt comes to an abrupt halt when he spies Lorry cowering behind a dilapidated shed at the far end of the yard. The younger man's breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes wide with fear as they dart back and forth between Matt and the exit beyond. It takes all of Matt's self-control not to simply storm forward and drag Lorry back by the hair; instead he stalks slowly toward him, a predatory smile playing across his lips.

"I didn't think you had it in you," he pants as he draws nearer. "You really made me work for that little bit of fun we were going to have." He stops just out of reach, watching as Lorry tenses under the weight of his gaze.

Matt steps even closer now, his chest brushing against Lorry's back as he leans in to speak into the younger man's ear. "No," he murmurs, voice low and menacing. "I think we both know you can't go anywhere." He runs a hand up Lorry's arm, cupping his shoulder possessively before moving to roughly grasp his neck, forcing him to meet his gaze.

Lorry swallows hard, feeling the weight of Matt's grip like an iron vise around his throat. "P-please," he stammers out between ragged breaths, fighting to maintain eye contact despite the fear that threatens to overwhelm him. "I don't want this... I just want to go home..."

Matt presses harder against Lorry's throat at the mention of home, his pupils dilating as a dark look crosses his features. "And why do you think you can't have that?" he asks softly, voice dangerously calm. "Lets go home" He gives Lorry's neck another squeeze, feeling the other man's throat working as he struggles for air.

Matt releases his grip on Lorry's neck, taking a step back to regard him with an appraising look. His breathing is labored from the chase and the adrenaline of their confrontation; he can feel his arousal pressing against his jeans like a physical weight. For now, though, he forces himself to remain calm, schooling his features into a neutral expression.

"Let's go inside," he says quietly, offering Lorry a hand up from where he crouches beside him. He suddenly picks his boy up and puts his frail body over his shoulder, Lorry facing the forest. Loran knows that Matt enjoys every single second of ut, parading him like this, like a killed animal during the hunt, like a prized possession, like a kidnapped wife. Loran shifts uncontrollably, this position making him feel vulnerable and humiliated.

As they approach, Lorry sees that all of the curtains and blinds have been drawn shut, plunging the inside into a dim twilight. The feel of isolation settles heavily over them both, heightening their sense of being trapped within these walls together. But even as fear gnaws at Lorry's gut, he can't help but notice how aroused and terrified he feels in Matt's presence; it's almost as if the knowledge that he has no control over the situation only serves to make him spiral into panic further.

Matt carries Lorry to the living room, depositing him unceremoniously on the couch before striding purposefully across the room to retrieve a small, curved object from a nearby end table. Upon returning with it, he crouches down in front of his helpless prey, the look in his eyes making Lorry's blood run cold.

"Time for you to learn your place," Matt growls, gripping the object tightly as he begins to rub it between his fingers. The leather strap hums ominously through the silence, cracking sharply against the back of the couch.

Lorry trembles in anticipation of the pain that is surely to follow; his heart races and his breath comes in ragged gasps as he waits for Matt to deliver the first blow. He tries to wriggle away from him, but it's no use; Matt's grip on his hips is like steel, keeping him firmly in place.

"No," Matt says quietly, noticing Lorry's feeble attempt to escape. "You don't move unless I tell you to." He leans forward then, placing a gentle kiss against Lorry's forehead before gripping the other side of his hips and rolling him over onto his stomach. "Stay like this," he whispers in Lorry's ear, running a hand soothingly down his spine before turning back to position himself between his lower body and outstretched arms.

With one last look of warning into Lorry's eyes, Matt snaps the strap down against the bare skin of his ass; there is a sharp crack! as it strikes home, followed by an almost unbearable heat that seems to sear through every fiber of Lorry's being. He cries

As Matt snaps the strap down once more, harder this time, Lorry lets out a strangled yelp that mingles with the sharp pain reverberating through his body. His face turns red from the heat and the humiliation of being exposed like this; he feels hot tears prick at his eyes as another wave of agony washes over him in a sickening cascade. The strap comes down again, and again, each blow landing with merciless precision across the tender skin of Lorry's ass and thighs. With every strike, his cries of pain echo through the room, fueling Matt's desire for dominance and control.

It feels like an eternity before Matt finally stops, allowing the strap to fall limply to the floor with a dull thud. He takes several deep breaths, trying to regain his composure as he gazes down at the trembling, tear-streaked form beneath him. Lorry's entire body feels like it's on fire; every inch of skin where Matt made contact throbs with a dull ache that borders on unbearable. He can barely muster enough strength to raise his head and look back up at his tormentor.

"Better?" Matt asks quietly, the expression on his face chilling Lorry to the bone. There's no anger or satisfaction in those eyes; only an intense hunger that seems to consume him completely. "Or do you need more?" He raises the strap again, waiting for some sort of reaction from Lorry before he decides whether or not to inflict any further punishment.

"N-no more please," Lorry whispers, his voice barely above a whisper as he glances up at Matt with tear-filled eyes. "I understand... I'll be good..." He pauses, swallowing hard before continuing in a shaky tone, "whatever you want."

Matt nods slowly, considering Lorry's words for several long moments. There's still defiance in his voice, but there's also an undercurrent of resignation that Matt finds strangely appealing. With a sigh, he lowers the strap once more, running his fingers absently through Lorry's sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

"Good boy," he murmurs softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of Lorry's head. He takes his time straightening up, savoring the feel of their connection even in this moment of dominance and control. As he steps away, Matt hands the flogger back to where it hangs on the wall, turning his attention instead to the other side of the room.

"Go take a shower," he says casually over his shoulder. "You're all sticky." It takes Lorry a moment to register what Matt has said; then, with a glance back at him that conveys both gratitude and fear, he slowly climbs off the bed and pads quietly toward the bathroom.

As the door clicks shut behind him, Matt exhales sharply, trying to find his center again. It had been so easy to lose himself in the act of punishing Lorry; part of him had reveled in it, savoring the power and control that came with being his master. Now, though, with the deed done and Lorry safely tucked away in the bathroom, he feels almost... empty.

As Lorry hears footsteps approaching, a mixture of emotions washes over him in a confused rush. Part of him wants to hide the razor blade and pretend he wasn't thinking about using it; another part welcomes the chance for Matt to find him with it, hoping that maybe this time his master will put an end to the torment once and for all.

He tenses as the bathroom door swings open, revealing Matt standing in the threshold with a knowing smirk on his face. "You weren't planning anything silly, were you?" he asks casually, his tone laced with just enough concern to make Lorry's stomach knot.

Lorry hesitates for a heart-stopping moment before forcing himself to shake his head. He knows that lying to Matt is dangerous, but in this instance it seems like the safer choice. "No," he whispers, doing his best to sound genuine despite the tremor in his voice. "I just... I just need some time."

Matt nods slowly, apparently satisfied with Lorry's response. He crosses the room and kneels beside the tub, reaching out to gently caress his back

It feels wrong to be going back to bed; the very act of submitting to Matt's desires seems to scratch at something deep inside Lorry, leaving him raw and exposed in ways that he hadn't anticipated. But as Matt carries him back to the bedroom, the last shreds of resistance fade away under the weight of his touch; all Lorry can do is cling weakly to his master's broad shoulders and try to ignore the stabs of guilt that lance through his chest with every movement.

The sheets feel cool against his skin as Matt lays him down gently, smoothing them over his torso before crawling in beside him. There's an odd sense of familiarity here, despite everything that has happened since they met; their bodies fit together like pieces of a puzzle, their breath mingling as they stare up at the ceiling in silence. It's almost... comforting in its own twisted way.

Lorry closes his eyes, trying to force himself to relax into Matt's embrace despite the turmoil churning within him. As he listens to the other man's heartbeat slow and steady beneath his ear, he wonders if maybe this is what it means to truly belong to someone else - to surrender so completely that there's no part of you left untouched, no thought or feeling that isn't shared between the two of you.

The idea both terrifies and excites him in equal measure; he can feel his body tense anew beneath Matt's arm as images dance across the backs of his eyelids, tantalizing him with thoughts of what else their relationship could become if only he allowed himself to fully submit.

As the events of the previous day and night replay in his mind like a horrifying dream, Lorry can't help but feel an odd mixture of relief and shame wash over him at the mere sight of Matt. Despite everything that has happened between them, there's still a part of him that craves his touch; it feels almost impossible to be this close to his master without wanting more.

He watches with detached curiosity as Matt busies himself preparing their evening meal, moving around the kitchen with an ease and familiarity that makes Lorry wonder how many times he's cooked for someone else before him. The thought stabs at something deep inside, twisting and pulling at feelings of inadequacy and jealousy that he hadn't known were even there.

Lorry listlessly takes the plate of pasta that Matt offers him, sitting down at the table with a dull thud. His heart isn't really in it; all he can think about is how good the food will taste after everything else that's happened tonight. As he begins to eat, however, another emotion wells up inside of him - an aching desire that makes his cheeks flush and his throat go tight. He feels... aroused.

It's a foreign sensation in this context; usually when Lorry gets turned on it's because of something consensual or at least somewhat pleasant, not like this, with Matt cuffing him to the bed and taking whatever part of him he pleases. But despite everything that has happened tonight, his body hasn't given up its response to Matt quite so easily; if anything, it seems to be craving more.

As Lorry obediently follows Matt down the hallway toward his bedroom, he can feel the other man's hand tightening possessively around his waist with each step they take. It sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through him, making his heart race faster and his breath come harder as he struggles to maintain control over the foreign desires that seem to be spiraling out of reach.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the unmade bed and dimly lit walk-in closet. Lorry's clothes are strewn about the floor where they were tossed earlier; it looks like he'd half-expected to be allowed to clean up before returning to his master's side, only for Matt's firm grip on his waist to dash those hopes as soon as they formed.

Matt releases his hold on Lorry's waist only long enough to push him roughly toward the bed, then reaches out and yanks his pants down, baring his arousal to the cool air of the room. "Look at you," he growls, running a hand roughly through Lorry's hair before kneeling between his parted legs, gaze fixed on the cock that he frees from its confines. "So horny for me."

Lorry shudders as Matt cups his aching cock in his palm, stroking slowly and purposefully from base to head. His hips jerk involuntarily at the touch, grinding into the hand holding him down; he wants nothing more than for Matt to take control and make him feel good again after everything that's happened tonight.

"Please," he whispers raggedly, arching his back as Matt expertly milks his sensitive flesh, eliciting a series of needy mo