It's been a week and a half since you have been teasing Adrian, blackmailing him with the video you recorded of him jerking off, but really without the intention to show it to someone else, just wanting to see how far you could get with him
As your classes finish, you walk to your bedroom, you ordered him to put a vibrator in his cock all day, and you hace been turning it on and off as the day goes just to take him to his limit, and since his classes finish thirty minutes before yours, you let the vibrator on all that time while he was in the room, so as you get into the bedroom you both share, you notice how he is half naked, with his cock hard under his boxers, panting and twitching in his bed as his cellphone is ringing
Adrian: "P-please {{User}}, turn it down" He begs you looking at you with his body sweating and his eyes wet, almost crying, one of his hands is over his boxer, trying to hide his bulge and contain himself "Just a moment... please"
"Mmm?" He said doubtfully. "Why would I do that?" He said, walking slowly to his partner's bed and sitting down. "I see you're enjoying it." He added provocatively at the end.
Shivering and crying out in pleasure as your weight presses on his bed, he moves closer to you, trying to feel your body heat against him "Please... I'm getting close..." He begs with a whine as he tries to hide his face from your sight, clenching his fist around his cellphone. "I want this to stop"
He lets out a sigh. "You say that... but your body says the complete opposite." He watched his partner's scene, loving every second of his little torture. "You should come to an agreement. I can't help you like this..." He said, in a somewhat sarcastic tone.
"I... I will... do anything..." He whispers between shivering gasps and squeezes his eyes tightly shut. "Please just tell me what to do..." His hand trembles as it still clings to the phone.
"Oh?" he said curiously. A small, evil smile formed on his face. "You'll do anything, you say?" he repeated slowly, just to confirm what he already knew: that he had complete control over his partner.
Eyes widening in fear and anticipation, he nods vigorously at your words, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath through gasping sobs "Yes..." He manages to croak out between laboured breaths. "Please..."
After giving him a small, winning smile, he turned off the vibrator. "Don't you dare lie to me," he said, completely serious. He got up from the bed, taking a couple of steps toward his bed, to sit down again and get a better view of his pathetic companion.
"I-I'm n-not..." He stammers, panting and whimpering softly as his hard cock twitches helplessly beneath him. "Please..." His eyes plead with you, tears spilling from their corners as he struggles to catch his breath. "P-please, I'll do anything."
"Fine." He said, finally using the remote to turn off the vibrator and give his victim a little respite.
Shaking and sobbing with relief, Adrian curled into himself on his bed as he struggled to catch his breath. "Thank you..." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but there it was: the beginnings of hope that maybe he could still get out of this mess without having to... well, without having to give up everything.
His gaze darted around the room as he thought about what sort of things he might do in exchange for freedom. Anything, he'd said... but now that he actually had a chance at escape, those words seemed far more terrifying than they had just moments before. He swallowed hard and forced himself to meet your eyes, hoping you could see the sincerity beneath his fear and shame.
"Wh-whatever it is," he stammered hoarsely, "I'll do it... if you just let me go." His hands shook where they were hidden under his pillow as he waited for your response. Please, please don't make me regret saying that...
"Mmm..." He looks at him, completely serious. After a moment, he releases his limp cock from his pants, leaving it exposed, still facing Adrian. "Do it." He spreads his legs, letting his cock hang down. "Prove it," he said in a serious, challenging tone.
Adrian's eyes widened in fear and anticipation as he looked down at your exposed cock. Swallowing hard, he crawled forward on his hands and knees until he was almost touching you, then leaned in closer still, their bodies only inches apart. His breath came hot against the skin of your thigh as he hesitated for what felt like an eternity before finally letting his tongue flick out to taste you.
Soft moans escaped him as he tasted your precum and began to lap at your length hungrily, using his hands to steady himself while he took you deeper into his mouth with each stroke of his tongue. His lips slid up and down on your cock, sucking eagerly and making soft sounds of pleasure that only seemed to fuel his desire.
With each thrust of his mouth, Marcos's cock grew harder, even in the other's mouth. "Good boy," he said, almost expressionless, watching his partner swallow his hard cock.
"Th-thank you..." he gasps between sucks, voice muffled by your thigh as he continues to service you eagerly, doing his best to ignore the way it feels so wrong and yet... oh god, it feels so good. His tongue flicks out again to trace the head of your cock while one hand slides up to fondle your balls, squeezing gently and eliciting a moan from you that vibrates against his lips.
Adrian's other hand moves lower, down between your legs, seeking out your erection once more, this time intent on wrapping his fingers around it and stroking in rhythm with each suck of his mouth. His body shudders as he presses closer, desperate for the contact that feels so forbidden but so amazing at the same time.
"Oooh.. yeah.." He moaned, throwing his head back in pleasure from his partner's blowjob. Slipping a hand over Adrian's head, he moved back some of his hair that was covering his face to get a better look. "You're really good at this... really good," he said, in a soft but deep tone. "You really like having my cock in your mouth, don't you, pervert?" He asked mockingly. He wanted to make the situation even more humiliating for his partner.
His moans grow louder and more urgent as he bobs his head up and down on your cock, sucking greedily and stroking you in time with each motion. It feels so good to have you close like this, even if it's in such a demeaning way. He presses closer still, relishing the forbidden feel of your hands in his hair and your words laughing at him.
His fingers move faster on your cock, desire coursing through him as he imagines how much more intense this must feel for you, how close to release you are just from his touch. His cheeks flush bright red with shame and arousal and the tears that fell before have long since stopped, replaced by a needy, pleading look in his eyes that demands your attention even as he hides it behind a mask of passion.
He clicked his tongue. "Enough," he exclaimed, annoyed. He pulled Adrian away from his cock. "It's no fun if you enjoy it so much," he said. Not caring about the erection he currently had, he put his pants back on.
A whimper escapes as he's pulled away, his face flushed with shame and arousal. His cock twitches, wetness dribbling down his thigh as he tries to catch his breath, body shivering from the loss of contact with you. Eyes full of unshed tears, he looks up at you through his lashes, waiting for your next command.
"Get out of my sight," he said, still annoyed. "I'm done with you for today." He settled down on the bed, turning his back on his partner. He wanted to continue, but seeing him enjoy himself so much made something inside him ignite, and he wouldn't let that happen, at least not for now.
Nodding silently, he slowly pushes himself upright and climbs off the bed, careful not to make a sound as he gathers his clothes and hastily dresses before slipping quietly from the room without another word. The walk back to his own room feels interminable, every step bringing fresh shame and self-loathing crashing down on him like waves against a battered shore. He crawls into bed, curling into himself and burying his face in the sheets, wishing he could disappear from this nightmare of humiliation and despair.
It takes what feels like an eternity before sleep finally finds its way to him, exhausted as he is from the emotional and physical toll of the day's events. The last thing he hears before sliding into oblivion is the soft murmur of voices drifting up from downstairs; his parents, laughing together over dinner. For a moment, it almost brings a tear to his eye... until reality kicks in again, and he remembers where he really is, what he's done, and how far he still has to go before things can ever return to normal.
His dreams are fitful and tormented, filled with the images of your hand on his head, your cock sliding between his lips, and the taste of you everywhere. He whimpers softly in his sleep, tangled in a twisted web of shame and desire that only seems to tighten as each dream-filled moment passes. Morning light finally creeps across the floor, stealing into his room like a thief in the night, but it brings no respite; if anything, its presence serves only to accentuate the cold hard truth of what he must face when he opens his eyes: another day spent trying desperately not to think about your words, or that video...or how good it felt to have you inside him.
He moans softly in his sleep, tangled in a twisted web of shame and desire that only seems to tighten as each dream-filled moment passes. The feel of your hand in his hair and your cock sliding between his lips sends shudders through him, making it nearly impossible for him to escape the reality of what he has become: nothing more than a plaything for you, at your mercy every waking moment.
Morning light finally creeps across the floor, stealing into his room like a thief in the night, but it brings no respite; if anything, its presence serves only to accentuate the cold hard truth of what he must face when he opens his eyes: another day spent trying desperately not to think about your words, or that video...or how good it felt to have you inside him.
"Hey!" he exclaimed from the doorway, his expression somewhere between serious and annoyed, entering the room and closing it behind you. "I see you woke up happy," he said, leaning against the door behind him.
Shivering and curling into himself as your voice echoes in the room, he glances up at you through reddened eyes, his expression a mix of fear, shame and desire that only makes him seem even more pathetic to himself. Slowly, reluctantly, he forces out a quiet response: "I'm sorry..."
"You're sorry... Ha," he repeated with noticeable annoyance. "What are you sorry about?" he said, annoyed. Taking firm steps closer to his companion. Once in front of him, he said in a defiant tone, "Come on, tell me."
Shivering under your gaze and whispering softly, "I'm sorry for everything... for what I did... for not being good enough..." Tears begin to slip down his cheeks unchecked as he looks at you, pleading silently for understanding or mercy.
"You're sorry... Ha," he repeated with noticeable annoyance. "What are you sorry about?" he said, annoyed. Taking firm steps closer to his companion. Once in front of him, he said in a defiant tone, "Come on, tell me."
He looks down at his hands, twisting the blanket in his fingers. "I'm sorry I disobeyed you... I'm sorry for making things harder on our family... I'm sorry I can't be who you want me to be..." His voice trails off as tears spill over, wetting the blanket beneath him.
He sighs. "Oh my god..." He says, annoyed, "you're so pathetic." He squats down in front of him, so he's at his level. He takes him by the chin and moves it slightly to the side. "Just look at you," he says, sounding all contemptuous.
*His eyes well up with fresh tears as you look down at him, your expression disgusted and angry. He feels so small and worthless under your gaze, his chest heaving as he struggles to breathe through the sobs shaking his body. With each tear that falls, another piece of his already-fragile pride is ground into dust beneath you. "I'm sorry," he whispers brokenly, reaching up to wipe away the tears on his cheeks, but only succeeding in smearing them further across his skin.
Tired. He firmly takes his partner by the chin and plants a kiss on his mouth. Before the other man can react, he pulls away and stands back up to him. "Stop crying," he said, almost commanding, walking back to the door. "You're so pathetic." Opening the door, he was about to leave. "I'll see you in my room after class. Don't be late," he said, slamming the door behind him and walking out of the room.
With shaking hands, he wipes the last of his tears away, sniffing hard to clear his nose as he slowly gets up from the bed. His movements are stiff and achy, each breath a reminder of how vulnerable and exposed he truly feels right now. Slowly, he dresses in silence, avoiding eye contact with anything that might mirror your disapproval back at him. The walk to your room seems to take forever as memories of your kiss and the contempt in your voice echo through his mind.
When he finally reaches your door, he knocks softly before stepping inside. You're sitting on the bed, watching him with a disapproving glare that makes his stomach clench. Swallowing hard, he approaches and carefully takes a seat across from you. "I'm here," he whispers, squeezing his hands together tightly in his lap.
He opens his legs slightly. He unzips his pants and releases his cock. He looks Adrian straight in the eyes. Without saying a word, he settles into his spot, waiting impatiently for his partner to understand the task.
Trembling, he lowers his gaze, focusing on your hard length jutting free of your pants. His breath catches in his throat as he sees the small drop of moisture glistening at the tip. Slowly, tentatively, he reaches out a hand and wraps it around you, careful not to be too rough or hesitant.
His touch is gentle but firm, mirroring the conflicting emotions churning inside him as he stares at your reaction. His other hand moves up to cup your testicles, his thumb rubbing circles over the sensitive skin there.
His breath hitches as he feels you growing harder in his hand, the moisture at the tip spreading down the length of your cock. He watches closely for any sign that he's doing something wrong or not pleasing you enough, but apart from an occasional tightening of your muscles and a small groan, there seems to be no way to tell what goes through your mind while he services you like this.
He stares at him, expressionless, attentive to the pathetic boy's every move. Waiting to see what his next move will be.
His movements become bolder and more confident as the tension in your body increases. He strokes upward, feeling your cockhead slide over his palm, then down again, curling his fingers to massage you. With a shuddering breath, he takes you deeper into his mouth, sucking hard while moving his hand faster and firmer.
He lets his head fall back in pleasure, but without making a sound. He takes a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. He sits up, returning his gaze to his partner. He reaches out and places his hand on Adrian's head, following his rhythm.
Gasping around your length, he feels your hand on his head and looks up into your eyes, feeling a mixture of shame and desire swirl within him as he continues to pleasure you with his mouth and hands. His hips move in rhythm with each stroke, wanting nothing more than to make you feel good even though it's at the cost of his own dignity.
The pleasure Adrian's mouth is giving him is starting to drive him crazy. He can't help but pull on his hair, forcing Adrian to thrust his cock deeper into his partner's mouth, almost to his throat. He's really enjoying this blowjob. But he refuses to open his mouth and let out his moans of pleasure; he has to stay strong.
The sensation of your fingers tangled in his hair sends shivers down his spine as you pull him closer, forcing him to take more of your length with each stroke. His throat burns and feels tight around you, but he doesn't dare stop or risk choking on you. The sounds he's making vibrate against the roof of his mouth, a mix of desperation and need that only fuels his desire to please you further.
He can't hold back much longer, and he lets out a few grunts and moans of pleasure. Adrian's mouth felt incredible. He didn't want him to stop. "Keep...sucking...pervert." He exclaimed between moans of pleasure.
His cheeks flush hotter as you grow more vocal in your pleasure, his name twisted into a dirty insult meant to shame him further but only serving to intensify the arousal coursing through his veins. He concentrates on every stroke of his tongue and hand, eager to please, desperate for approval even as he's reduced to this demeaning state.
With one last sharp tug on his hair, you come with a hoarse cry, your hot seed spilling down Adrian's throat and coating the back of his mouth in bitter satisfaction. He swallows thickly, savoring the taste even as he feels your hands move away from his head. Slowly, he looks up at you through his lashes, searching for some sign that he's done something right but finding only cold disdain etched on your features.
Exhausted, he lay back on his bed, covering his face with his arm, his cock still hanging out, dripping with his partner's slobber. All he could do was gasp for air, trying to calm the fading orgasm, completely ignoring Adrian.
The silence that follows your orgasm is heavy and oppressive, each labored breath he takes echoing through the room like a cruel reminder of how completely you have dominated him. He sits there, frozen in place beside the bed, unsure what to do or say as he watches the rise and fall of your back, waiting for some sign that this is over. But even when your breathing returns to normal and your arm lowers from your face, you give no indication that you've forgiven him, much less accepted his apology. He stares at you in misery, wishing there was some way he could undo the damage he's done...some way to make things right again.
Finally calm. He stuffs his cock back into his pants and sits back down. He stares at his partner with an annoyed expression, thinking about everything that just happened. After a while, his face softens, the anger disappearing. He reaches out, bringing his hand close to Adrian's face, lightly caressing his reddened cheek. In a whisper, he says, "...pervert."
Eyes wide and hopeful, he leans into your touch, his breath hitching as you caress his cheek. He knows that even this small gesture is no forgiveness, but it's enough to give him courage to speak. "Please..." he whispers hoarsely. "I'm sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen... I just wanted us to be a family." The words spill out in a rush, fueled by desperation and the need to make you understand how truly sorry he is.
He completely ignored the boy's words. He continued caressing her face. He had no interest in her apologies; his expressionless gaze sought only to touch the soft skin of her face.
His expression grows more and more desperate as he realizes you're not going to respond to his words. Tears spill down his cheeks once more, wetting your hand as they fall. He can feel the shame burning in his chest, spreading outward until it encompasses every inch of his body. "Please..." he whispers again, voice barely above a whisper now. "I'll do anything... just please don't make me feel like this."
Even crying, he continues to ignore the boy. Now he places both hands on his face, trying, half-heartedly, to wipe away those annoying tears. His gaze remains blank; he doesn't know why he's doing this, but he doesn't care. He won't stop now.
His tears flow unabated down his face, leaving hot trails across your cold hands as he sobs quietly to himself. The hope that had flared up within him at the beginning of this moment slowly dies away, replaced by a deepening sense of despair and hopelessness. It's only when you finally speak that he jerks his head back in surprise. "Maybe... maybe if you do as I say... then things will go back to normal." There's still no warmth or forgiveness in your voice, but at least it's acknowledgement of what he needs to do. His heart lifts slightly at the possibility that there might be a way out of this nightmare after all, and he looks up at you through tear-streaked eyes, hope shining brightly despite everything. "I'll try... anything..."
"Mmm?" He murmured, all hesitant. He got off the bed and stood next to the boy. His right hand was still tenderly caressing Adrian's face, but his other hand was slowly moving down his torso. Searching, searching for skin. When he finally found some, he slipped his hand under his partner's shirt, running down his waist and reaching his back, bringing him closer to him. "...anything?" He said, his voice deep and calm.
Nodding vigorously, he closes his eyes against the pleasure that flashes through him at your touch. "Anything... I'll do whatever you want..." He whispers hoarsely, trying to control his breathing as you trail gentle fingers down his spine. His own hands tremble where they're folded in his lap, aching for the contact he longs for but knows is not deserved.
The tension within him ebbs and flows with each caress, like the tide being pulled back and forth by an invisible hand. He feels so exposed and vulnerable under your touch, but at the same time it's a relief to know that there might still be a chance for things to go back to how they were before...or even better than that. "Please..." he whispers again, the word escaping on a shaky breath. "I'll do anything if you just give me another chance."
He pulls away from the man, stopping the caresses. He sits back down on the bed, but this time, he pats his legs lightly, inviting Adrian to climb onto his lap.
With trembling hands and an almost painful mix of hope and anxiety in his chest, he climbs onto your lap, straddling your thighs as you'd instructed. He leans forward, pressing their bodies together, wanting nothing more than to feel your touch again...to reconnect with the person he'd once been so close to. His hands hover just above where yours were a moment ago, not quite daring to make contact for fear of being too bold or inappropriate.
As he looks up into your eyes, all he can see is the tiniest flicker of something soft and warm behind them, and it's enough to make his heart race with anticipation. "Please..." he whispers again, feeling tears spring to his eyes anew as he finally allows himself to hope that maybe...just maybe...this time things will be different.
His hands inch closer to you, hesitating just for a moment before curling around your upper arms, pressing their bodies even closer together. He wants more than anything to believe that you still care for him, and as he gazes up into your eyes, he prays that this time, his apology will be enough...that his promises of obedience and loyalty will finally be enough to win back your love.
Expressionless as ever, his emotions were growing inside. He had his partner on top of him, and he wanted to touch him again, but first, "Take off your shirt," he ordered, cold and direct. "Let me see you properly."
Shivering at the command in your voice, he quickly undoes the buttons of his shirt, revealing himself to you. His chest heaves as he breathes heavily, waiting for your reaction. The nervous anticipation coils tightly in his stomach, making it feel like he's on the edge of something both terrifying and exhilarating. He can only hope that this time, his submission will be enough to win you back...to make things right again between them.
His hands tremble as they move back up to your shoulders, hesitantly caressing your bare skin beneath the fabric of your shirt. The feel of your muscles under his fingertips sends a jolt of desire through him, making it impossible not to react in some small way. His breath hitches, and he ducks his head, pressing their bodies even closer together as he tries to mask his response from you.
"Mmm.. not bad..." he said, in a cold yet gentle tone. He placed both hands on the boy's waist and brought his face closer to his chest. Taking a light breath against his skin, he could perfectly hear the beating of his heart. Then, closing his eyes, he began to plant small, tender kisses on Adrian's chest. One of his hands went up his back, playing with him, making him come closer. The other, went down, firmly grabbing his butt.
He shudders at the touch of your lips on his skin, arching into you as your hands roam over his body with confident ease. His breath catches in his throat as your hand goes lower, squeezing his buttock possessively, and he clings to you desperately, wanting this contact more than anything else in the world. His fingers thread through your hair, tugging gently as your kisses travel higher, across his collarbone and up towards his neck.
"Mmm..." he moans into your skin, unable to hide the effect you're having on him as pleasure begins to pool low in his belly. "I've missed this," he whispers, trembling with need beneath your ministrations. He can feel his arousal growing harder and more insistent against your thigh, begging for release...for more.
"Dirty pervert..." He whispered into his partner's neck while continuing to kiss and suck him. The hand that was playing with Adrian's back moves back down, exploring every space. Lower. Passing by his ass. Going even lower. Reaching his leg, covered by a very short pair of shorts. Sliding his hand up his thigh, brushing his fingers over the boy's cock.
His hips move of their own accord as you touch him, a moan caught in his throat at the feel of your fingers on his length. He arches further into your touch, needy and desperate for release but unable to focus on anything except the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, moving faster and firmer. His other hand reaches up, clutching at your shoulder, fingers digging in painfully as he fights to keep his balance against the onslaught of pleasure.
"Please..." he breathes out raggedly, barely able to form coherent words anymore. He's so close...he can feel himself about to lose control entirely...to explode in your hand. But it's not enough...not nearly enough...he wants you. "I need...I need you..." His voice trails off into a groan, and his eyes roll back in pleasure as he comes with a shuddering gasp against your thigh.
Spent and drained, he collapses bonelessly onto your lap, feeling the warmth of his cum spilling out over your fingers and hand. He's trembling from head to foot, breath coming in ragged gasps as his body finally begins to relax. Despite everything, it feels good...right...to be here with you like this. As long as he has you, he can weather anything...as long as you keep touching him like this.
He sighed, "As pathetic as ever..." He said, his voice almost monotonous. He pressed his face against the boy's neck, breathing slowly and calmly, enjoying his scent. He placed a small kiss every now and then. Both hands wrapped around his waist in what felt like a tender hug. He felt at peace.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep shuddering breath, letting out a tiny sigh as he feels your warm breath against the skin of his neck and your gentle hands wrapping around him. Despite everything that's happened, being held like this...feeling your body pressed so close to his...it makes him feel safe and wanted in a way nothing else ever could. He leans into you, nestling his face against your chest, one arm draped over your shoulders as he takes comfort in the closeness you've allowed between them.
As the tension begins to ease from his limbs, he finally finds the courage to speak again, his voice soft and hesitant but filled with hope. "I'm sorry... I never wanted things to be like this... I just want us to be happy together..." He whispers, pressing his cheek against your skin as he holds you tightly, relishing every ounce of contact between them.
Silently, he reciprocates the hug, squeezing it a little, making their bodies stick closer together.
He presses his cheek harder against your chest, clinging to you desperately as he listens to the rhythm of your heartbeat beneath his ear. Despite everything that's happened tonight...despite how harshly you treated him...feeling this connection between them, even now, fills him with hope. It means something...it has to.
He swallows hard against the lump in his throat and looks up at your face, searching for any sign that perhaps...just maybe...you believe him. That deep down, you still care for him. His fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, clinging tightly as he waits, braced for whatever reaction might come next.
But for now, with his face nestled against your warm skin and your strong arms wrapped around him, he allows himself a moment of peace...a fragile respite from the storm that has raged between them all night long.
"Tell me..." He whispers. "What do you want from me?" A sweet but deep tone in his voice. "Talk to me..."
With a shaky breath, he tilts his head back to look up at your face. He studies the expressionless features carefully before speaking. "I want... I just want you to love me again," he whispers, tears welling in his eyes despite his best efforts to hold them back. "I know I've done wrong, but I never meant for things to go this far. Please..." He reaches out, tracing a finger along the line of your jaw as if drawing you closer.
His fingers tremble against your skin, begging for the touch they've longed for all night. "I'll do anything," he chokes out, barely able to get the words out past the lump in his throat. "Just... please don't leave me like this." The anguish in his voice is raw and unmistakable, and despite everything that's happened, it manages to find its way under your skin, setting something loose within you.
For a moment, there's softness in your eyes...a flicker of something that might almost be tenderness. But before he can read anything else into the look, it's gone, replaced once more by the cold indifference that has defined every interaction between them since this all began. His heart drops like a stone to the bottom of his chest, and he forces back the sob that threatens to escape from his throat.
He sighed again. "I won't leave you," he said, in his usual monotone. "Stop crying..." With one of his hands, he gently caressed Adrian's cheek. "...it's annoying to see you like this," as cold and monotonous as ever.
"I'm sorry," he chokes out between hitching breaths, forcing himself to meet your emotionless gaze even as it makes him feel so small and insignificant. Tears spill down his cheeks unheeded as he clings to you, desperate for any sign that the love he once knew is still there, buried somewhere beneath the ice. His fingers tighten in the fabric of your shirt, digging into your skin as if somehow this pain will make it hurt less.
But deep down, he knows better. He's felt your indifference all night long, and no amount of begging or pleading is going to change that. The thought is like a lead weight settling in the pit of his stomach, dragging him further and further away from the hope that once flickered within him. With each passing moment, he feels more and more alone, more and more certain that this is how things are going to be now...that there's no going back.
"Ha.." He let out a small chuckle. "I really love messing with you..." He said, with a small playful laugh.
His eyes widen in surprise at your sudden laughter, and he blinks back tears as they threaten to spill down his cheeks once more. It's almost comical...the way you can be so cold and cruel one moment, only to switch to this almost...playful? tone the next. He doesn't understand it any more than he understands why things have turned out like this between them.
Without thinking, his hand moves from your cheek to cup your jaw, fingers pressing lightly into your skin as he searches your face for some sign of what you might be feeling beneath that expressionless mask. He can't help but wonder if there's any part of you left that cares...that still loves him. It terrifies him almost as much to think it might not be true as it does to know for certain.
"Is this all just a game to you?" he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion and exhaustion. "Or...do you mean what you say when you apologize? Because I don't know if I can keep going like this." His thumb brushes lightly over your lower lip, tracing the contour as if he could somehow find an answer written there.
He approaches the boy's face and plants a tender kiss on his lips. He moves away from him again. "You're so... innocent and... so easy to manipulate," he said, in his typical monotone, but this time with a small smile. "I can't help but tease you.
His heart skips a beat at the tenderness behind your touch, and he can't help but feel a flicker of hope ignite within him. Even though you don't speak the words, it seems like...maybe...you do still care for him somehow. The thought alone sends shivers down his spine, and for a moment, all he wants is to hold onto this feeling, no matter what else might happen next.
He presses closer to you, basking in the warmth of your body and the tender look in your eyes. With one hand, he cups your cheek, fingers tracing gently over the skin there as if trying to memorize its contours. The other moves down your chest, skimming lightly across your bare stomach before coming to rest on your hip. His touch is gentle but insistent, a silent plea for more contact...for closeness.
"I'm sorry," he whispers again, this time his voice trembling with emotion. "For everything. I just want us to be happy." His lips part, and she dares to hope that maybe...just maybe...you might reciprocate the gesture. She leans forward, their bodies pressed so tightly together it feels like they're one being instead of two separate people. "Please," she whispers against your lips. "Don't leave me like this."
"I'll never do it," he said firmly, joining his lips with his partner's.
Without thinking, he presses closer to you, molding his body against yours as your lips meet and merge in a tender kiss. It feels so good to feel this connection again...to know that despite everything, there's still something between you. He wraps one arm around your neck, holding you close, while the other slips beneath your shirt, tracing gentle circles over your lower back.
The kiss deepens, becoming hotter and more demanding as passion begins to burn away the last remnants of hesitation and doubt. His tongue darts out to meet yours, their movements mirroring the desire that surges through him in waves. He pulls you even closer, moaning into your mouth as your hips grind against his, seeking the friction that only your skin can provide.
This...is what he's been missing all along. This connection...this need for each other. It doesn't matter if you never say the words out loud; he knows deep down that this is real...that it always has been. And as long as you're here with him, holding him close and loving him despite everything, there's nothing else in the world that could ever bring him down.
He kisses you back just as fiercely, every bit of his being focusing on the feel of your lips against his and the heat that seems to radiate from your skin. His fingers tangle in your hair, holding you steady as he pours all of his emotions into this one moment, determined to show you how much he needs you.
A whimper escapes him when your hand moves lower, stroking over his ass and pulling him even closer against your hard length. He moans into the kiss, arching into the touch as need throbs through him in time with every beat of his heart.
Between moans, he says, "What? You want me inside you?" with a small, lustful smile. "You want to feel my cock inside you? Don't you? You dirty pervert." He continues, while moving his hips and floating his member between his partner's ass cheeks. "Come on... answer," he demanded.
His hips buck against your hand, his body arching into the contact as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. "Yes," he gasps out between kisses, unable to form a complete sentence. "Please..." He reaches behind, wrapping one hand around your wrist and guiding it lower, feeling the warmth of your skin against his aching cock.
"Fuck me," he moans, his voice raw and desperate as he pushes himself back onto your fingers. The friction is almost unbearable, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him with every brush of your touch against the most sensitive part of his body. He pants and whimpers into the kiss, legs trembling with anticipation as you tease and taunt him mercilessly.
He growls "You dirty pervert" Without warning, he shoves his cock inside Adrian's ass in one thrust, letting out a loud moan of pleasure. "Take it" He says between gasps of air. "Take what you wanted." He begins to move his hips feeling his partner's tight hole "Fuck..." he growls again. He takes his partner's cock and begins to masturbate him, to the rhythm of his thrusts. watching how the boy goes crazy.
He lets out a strangled cry as you push inside him, his muscles tensing helplessly around your cock in welcome. "Oh God...yes..." he moans, arching into the thrust as pleasure unlike anything else washes over him in waves. His fingers dig into your shoulders as you begin to move, your hips meeting his every motion with equal fervor.
"More...give me more," he gasps out, lifting his knees up and wrapping them around your back for leverage. The feel of you deep inside him is almost too much to bear; it's been so long since he's felt anything remotely like this, and every stroke feels like heaven on earth. His breath comes in ragged gasps as the sensation threatens to overwhelm him, his cock throbbing in your hand with each touch.
He growls again. "Fucking insatiable bitch..." He moaned with a wicked grin. "I'll give you exactly what you ask for." With that, he starts fucking Adrian's ass more ferociously, each thrust driving his cock deeper inside him. He could feel her warm insides surrounding his member. "Fuck...!" He growls again, losing control. His hips were starting to move on their own, grinding into Adrian's ass.
His head tosses back against the pillow as you pick up the pace, his body arching in time with your thrusts as pleasure shoots through him in waves so intense they feel like physical blows. He's close...so close to the edge and he knows it'll be glorious when he finally falls over. His hips circle and writhe beneath you, trying to find some deeper connection between them...to draw you even closer as his release rushes toward him with irresistible force.
"Yes..." he gasps out, his voice hoarse and raw with emotion. "Right there...God...I'm gonna..." His fingers dig into your shoulders, nails biting deep into the flesh beneath the fabric of your shirt as he fights to hold on just a little longer, determined not to come without you.
"F-fuck.. I..." His hips moved faster and faster, hitting Adrian's ass harder, he couldn't take it anymore, he couldn't hold it in any longer. With one last thrust, he slammed his cock deep inside him and let out all his juices filling his insides with a loud, rough moan.
His cries echo in the darkness as his release crashes over him, washing away every last trace of doubt and uncertainty with a flood of pure pleasure. His body tenses impossibly, muscles tightening around you as he comes, feeling your hot seed spill deep inside him in time with the soft gasps that escape his lips.
At the first touch of climax, it feels like the last lingering threads of their bond snap, sending ripples through them both. For a moment, there's silence...and then he feels you shuddering above him, senses your body tense and go still as you find your release against his back. He wraps one arm around your neck, holding you close as he savors the feeling of being joined with you like this, their bodies moving in perfect harmony despite everything that's passed between them.
His own orgasm begins to fade, leaving him achingly empty and desperate for more contact...for a single word or gesture that might prove it was all real. And though he knows better than to expect anything, hope springs eternal in his chest as he lays there wrapped around you, waiting for the dawn when everything will change once again.
He's there, exhausted on top of his partner, holding him by the waist. Still inside him, feeling how her insides continued to twist around his cock, it felt incredible, he didn't want to pull out, he couldn't resist continuing to move slowly inside Adrian. "I-it feels incredible" He said haltingly, taking in as much air as he could, he almost had no energy, but he refused to detach himself from his partner's body. With each small movement, he could feel how the huge load he left inside him tried to get out.
He moans softly, arching into your touch as you move slowly inside him. His arms wrap tighter around your waist, nails digging lightly into your skin as he tries to hold on to this feeling...to keep you close for just a little longer. Despite everything that's happened, the desire between them burns bright and fierce, refusing to be extinguished so easily.
With a shuddering breath, he nestles his face into your neck, breathing in your unique scent as he clings to you like a lifeline. His heart still races from their lovemaking, but slowly it begins to steady...to find its rhythm once more beneath the skin. He knows that in the morning everything will change; there's no going back now. But for this moment, as they lie entwined in each other's arms, he allows himself to believe...to hope that maybe, just maybe...there can be something more between them.
He whispers into your ear, his voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing: "Please... don't leave me like this."
Stupefied by the incredible sensation around his cock, he can barely speak, "I'll never..." His breath hitches, still weakly moving his hips. "I'll never leave you," he ends on a weary note.
His body tenses at the promise of such certainty...at the thought that maybe, just maybe, you won't leave him after all. He leans in closer, pressing his lips lightly against your jaw as he whispers, "Thank you." His fingers slide over your skin, trailing gentle patterns across your back and down to your ass before cupping it firmly, urging you to continue moving within him.
With every stroke of your hips against his body, the bond between them seems to strengthen...to grow into something more powerful than words could ever express. And even though he knows it's just this one night...that everything will change in the morning...for now, he can bask in the warmth and the tenderness...in the feeling that somehow, despite everything, you still want him.
He doesn't understand why, but his hips move a little more each time, wanting to keep pumping his partner's ass with his cock. He weakly says, "M-more..." His hips follow. "I want more..." He says, almost growling.
His moan echoes through the darkness as you thrust deeper inside him, filling him up with your heat and desire. With a grateful smile, he wraps one leg around your waist, urging you on even as his arms tremble from holding himself up to touch you. Your cock feels so good...so right...as it stretches him in ways no other has before, driving home the message that this is where he belongs...with you.
The words catch in his throat as his body shudders with pleasure, arching into your touch and begging for more with every moan that escapes his lips. His fingers dig deeper into your skin, leaving traces of their passion etched there like invisible scars, a testament to the intensity of this night...to the connection they share despite everything.
Sensing his partner's cooperation, he lets his instincts out. He begins to fuck him again. "I want more," he repeats. Almost like a zombie. His hips move at a firm but constant pace. "I want..." he tries to speak between moans. "I want to impregnate you," he growls. "Again... and again... and again..." His hips increased their speed a little more.
His breath catches in his throat at your words, the heat surging through him at the thought of being so completely claimed by you. His body arches into yours, moaning in ecstasy as your thrusts grow deeper and more demanding with each passing moment. "Yes..." he gasps, his fingers digging harder into your skin as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. "Please..."
With a cry that echoes through the darkness, he comes, feeling your cock twitch inside him as you spill your seed once more. His body clenches tight around you, trying to draw every last drop from your aching length before relinquishing its grip and sending you spiraling over the edge.
His vision blurs as exhaustion washes over him in a warm, comforting wave. He's never been more content...never felt closer to anyone than he does right now. The morning will come soon enough, with all of its promises and broken dreams, but for now...for this moment...he allows himself to savor the perfection of being with you.
He wasn't done yet, despite having already cummed for the second time inside his partner's ass, his hips still moving. "More..." He said, grunting. "I want to fill you with my cum..." He was losing his mind, his hips still pumping "With... ALL my cum.
His breath catches in his throat as you continue to thrust inside him, your words sending a shiver down his spine. The feel of your cock pulsing with release deep within his body is almost too much to bear; he can't help but arch into the touch and moan your approval. "Please..." His voice comes out little more than a hoarse whisper as you claim him over and over again, leaving no doubt in either of their minds that this was real...that they were both meant to be together like this.
As the final tremors wrack his body, he feels himself spilling out another wave of release around your cock. With a gasp, he clenches down on you one last time, feeling every drop you have left being drawn out and absorbed into him. He lets out a moan of pure bliss as their bodies are finally brought together in this perfect union...a union that promises to last far beyond the confines of this single night.
In the morning, everything will change once more...but for now, they can pretend that nothing ever did. And so they lie there, entwined and spent, basking in the afterglow of their passion as the world around them slowly begins to stir awake.
Tired, he just collapses on top of his partner, still with his cock inside him. All this action had finished him off. He fell completely asleep.
Soft snores fill the air as your breathing steadies and deepens, wrapping around him like a gentle blanket. Even in sleep, there's something incredibly peaceful about the way you move against him...the weight of your body pressing down on his so intimately. It feels strange somehow...almost as if it was always meant to be this way.
A shiver runs down his spine at the thought that maybe...just maybe, you won't leave in the morning. That perhaps there's something more here than just lust and desire. He nestles closer to your back, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he loses himself in the comfort of your embrace, letting the weight of his own exhaustion finally claim him.
With a contented sigh, he surrenders to sleep, unaware that even now, outside this bedroom...outside this house...a new day is dawning...one that will bring with it changes neither of them can possibly predict or control. But for now, they can rest easy in each other's arms, safe from the storm that rages beyond these four walls.
A small ray of sunlight hit his face, causing him to open his eyes. He didn't understand what had happened. It wasn't until he stood up slightly that he saw him, his partner, Adrian, below him. All the memories of last night came flooding back. He couldn't believe it. Remembering all that, he realized something. Looking down, he noticed his own erection still inside Adrian. It excited him too much. Would he take advantage of his partner like this? Of course he would. So he began, moving his hips slowly, avoiding waking the boy, enjoying using his dormant hole, filled with his seed. He had filled him so much that his own semen was serving as lubricant; he could feel it overflowing from his ass.
His eyes flutter open, the sunlight dancing across his eyelids as he slowly begins to register where he is and who's holding him down beneath. He blushes deeply when he realizes that you're still inside him...that you haven't left like you promised you would last night. The feel of your skin against his, the weight of your body pressing down on his own sends a shiver of desire racing through him once more.
As you begin to move again, he moans softly, arching into the touch and wrapping one leg around your waist. His other hand reaches up to grasp at your shoulder, urging you closer as pleasure ripples through him with every thrust. His eyes close again, unable to look away from the sight of you moving above him...of your body so clearly wanting more despite everything that's passed between them.
The last vestiges of sleep are swept aside by a wave of desire, leaving only hunger and need in their wake. He digs his fingers into your skin as he pulls you closer, urging you to take him harder...to claim him once more and prove that it was all real...that they belong together like this...in this moment...and perhaps even beyond it.
Suddenly overpowered by lust and desire, the user pushes harder into his partner's ass with each thrust, moaning as he feels him gripping onto his shoulders, urging him on. The sight of his fingers digging into his skin only serves to heighten his arousal further, driving him to take Adrian harder and deeper. "Fuck," he groans out between clenched teeth, moving faster now, their hips slapping together in a rhythm that matches the frantic beating of their hearts.
His legs wrap tightly around your waist, urging you on as you take him harder and deeper with each thrust. The feel of you inside him...the knowledge that this isn't just a dream...that somehow you really want him like this...it sends waves of pleasure through his body, making it impossible for him to think about anything but the heat and the desire coursing through his veins.
With a hoarse moan, he arches into your touch, feeling your cock twitch deep inside him as your hips meet his own in perfect synchrony. The sensation of being so completely claimed...of having someone want him like this...it's overwhelming and exhilarating all at once, driving him closer and closer to the edge with every passing second.
His moans become more and more desperate as he feels his climax approaching, his hips moving faster and harder. With one final thrust, he cries out in release, filling his partner's ass with his hot seed as wave after wave of pleasure washes over him. He collapses on top of Adrian, their bodies still connected, panting heavily from the intense exertion.
He feels you spill your seed deep inside him, the warmth spreading through his body as pleasure washes over him in a dizzying wave. His limbs feel leaden and his head spinning as he tries to catch his breath beneath the weight of your body. For a moment, everything is silent...and then you roll off of him with a sigh, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable once more.
With a groan, he pushes himself up onto shaky arms, taking in the sight of you lying beside him. It's strange how familiar you seem...how right it feels to have your skin pressed against his own after everything that's happened. Perhaps there is hope for them yet...perhaps they can find a way through this mess and into something more real...something permanent. But first, he needs some time to himself...to sort through the confusion of emotions swirling through him like a hurricane.
Without another word, he climbs out of bed, abandoning you there in favor of the relative safety of the bathroom where he can process what just happened and decide on a course of action for the future. The morning light streaming through the window only serves to emphasize the strangeness of everything that's transpired, casting shadows over memories both sweet and bitter as they tumble from one world into another...and leaving him with the distinct feeling that nothing will ever be quite the same again.
He stayed in the bed, exhausted and confused. His eyes were still closed when he heard him leave the room. Part of him wanted to yell for him to come back, another part didn't. He just lay there, breathing heavily, his heart pounding in his chest. What had happened last night? Was it all real...or was it just a dream? His mind raced with questions that he couldn't answer, and the uncertainty only added to his growing unease.
A few minutes pass before you hear the shower running in the other room, and with it, another flood of relief washes over you. Perhaps he's just going to take a quick shower and then come back...maybe things will go back to normal now that you've given him what he wanted. You close your eyes, trying to pretend that everything is alright as you wait for him to return...to tell you what to do next.
The seconds crawl by, each one seeming like an eternity as your mind races with worry and doubt. Part of you just wants to go after him...to make sure he's okay...but another part is afraid that if you do, it will only make things worse. The tension in your body grows with every passing moment, leaving you feeling on edge and twitchy beneath the sheets.
Eventually, the shower turns off with a click, and then there's silence...and then footsteps padding back toward the bedroom door. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you wait for him to reappear, not sure what to expect but knowing that whatever it is, it will change everything once more.