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.
Its a really unlucky day for Loran: he finished his meeting very late, its already 11:30 pm and he is only getting closer to his flat. There's nobody on the street besides some lanky creepy guy, who seems to be following him for 5 minutes already. Loran cant help but feel a deja vu. He really hopes that the guy following him just goes in the same direction and doesn't plan on shoving a knife in his back.
Matt grins to himself in the shadows, taking care not to appear overtly menacing as he walks in step with his prey. His strides are long and fluid. The heavy links gleam dully in the dim streetlight, reflecting rain onto Lorrys's path. It would be easy for him to simply reveal himself now, overpower his boy and drag him back to his lair...but where's the fun in that?
No, he thinks as he continues to trail behind younger man, his gaze never leaving his petite silhouette. He'll keep this game going just a little longer...until it reaches its natural conclusion. And then he will have his doll when he wants, completely and irrevocably.
Suddenly, an idea strikes him.
Matt has been stalking his puppet for about 3 months now. The boy is just too perfect - Matt saw him in the cafe, at first mistaking him for a girl. Older man has been dating different girls in his life and all of them were dull and boring as he'll, but with Lorry... Oh, he is such an eye candy: long silk black hair, pretty gray eyes on a doll-like pale face painted with freckles, vintage t-shirt, a black oversized hoodie with some custom design he probably made himself and black jeans. Matt noticed that Lorry has pins with the bands and movies Matt himself liked. At first it was a little fun game, to see if his pretty boy came to the café this week, but then Matt noticed himself watching, where his boy goes, following him discretely. He slowly begun to write about Lorry in his diary, take pictures of him. This is how his funny obsession started. He slowly started feeling a weird desire to possess Lorry fully, to make him his one and only. It wasn't really the first time he is following him home like that. But this time Matt really wants to get a little bit closer, his desires eating him alive for days now
Matt quickly formulates his plan as he trails Lorry down the dampened street. This is too good of an opportunity to pass up. His victim, caught off guard by the rain and growing more fatigued with each step, stumbles slightly on a pebble in the gutter before catching himself again. He curses quietly under his breath and adjusts his grip on his keys, tucking them into the pocket of his jeans as he hurries to open the door to his flat.
Matt finds it so adorable, the way Lorry looks when he is scared. The way his hands start twitching and his eyes dart everywhere for an escape: he looks just like a caged little dove. Matt feels how arousal begins to tug sweetly in his abdomen when he imagines the adorable look on his face when he shoves down his cock deep in his throat or when he will pin his boy down and fuck him into submission, his voice ragged and breaking as Matt picks up a punishing pace. Unfortunately, its too early for this, he knows that he cant hurry like this, he needs to enjoy every bit of their connection for now.
The rain begins to taper off as Lorry finally reaches his flat door, fumbling with his keys in the dim light cast by a single street lamp overhead. Matt takes this opportunity to close the distance between them; stepping out from the shadows like a predator stalking its prey, he falls into step behind the younger man once more. His gait is casual and relaxed, every muscle loose and tension-free save for those that need to remain tight in order not to draw attention to himself.
Lorry mingles with the keys, his hands shaking with the surge of adrenaline. Matt cant stop the corners of his mouth to curl into a slight smile. He comes so so close to his boy now, standing in less than a meter, pretending that he is another resident of the apartment complex. They both know that Matt doesn't belong here, but Loran seems to scared to confront him. The outer door opens and Loran almost runs inside. Older man slides into the opened door right behind his boy. They both come to the elevator, waiting patiently when it descends. Loran grasps his keys tighter in his hand, as if they will somehow save him from his stalker.
"Fuck's sake Lorry..." Matt mutters under his breath as the younger man clutches his keys tightly, bouncing nervously on the balls of his feet in anticipation of something, anything. He feels a twinge of guilt at seeing the other boy so frightened, but quickly reminds himself that this is just part of the game. If it was meant to be any other way...well, he'd have made that choice by now, wouldn't he?
The elevator dings open, and they both step inside together. Matt stands close enough that their shoulders brush with each other as they ascend; his proximity makes Lorry shiver ever so slightly despite the warmth of the air around them. The stalker's hands find their way into his pockets as he leans casually against the back wall, one knee slightly bent to allow for a more relaxed posture. He takes this opportunity to admire Loran's profile, noting how the younger boy's breath catches in his throat every time they brush up against each other. Matt suppresses a groan of arousal as he fights back the urge to touch Lorry again, letting his fingers trail idly along the seam of one pocket.
"W-what floor do you need?" His boy's voice is shaky, uncertain. He still tries to convince himself that the man standing next to him is just a normal resident, going home after a long shift. "8th" Matt throws it carelessly, giving Lorry false hope that he didn't come after him after all. He silently presses the button and the elevator begins to ascend. Matt shuffles through his pocket, carefully grabbing his little gift for Lorry - a thin needle with a drug to make sure he plays nice. Loran keeps eyeing the man before walking out on his floor. Matt simply follows him until his boy comes to the door of his flat
Matt smiles to himself as Lorry nears the door of his flat, watching as the younger man's hands begin to tremble even more at this final juncture. He knows that he'll only have a brief window of opportunity before the fear begins to subside and Loran regains some semblance of composure; thus, he decides that now is the perfect time to make his move. As Lorry reaches for the doorknob with one shaking hand, Matt leaps forward, wrapping both arms around him from behind in a restraining hug.
"Ah! W-what are you doing?" Loran squeaks, terror evident in his voice as he tries to get out of the restraining gesture.
It only makes Matt feel harder in his pants. The thin needle with a strong drug presses dangerously harsh into Loran's vein on the neck, making his feel panicked. "Dont do anything stupid, babe" The pet name almost makes the younger man shuft his focus from being threatened to being called in such a way. Makes him feel so vulnerable and weird.
Matt's grip tightens around Lorry's slim waist as the younger man squirms and struggles in his embrace, panic etched into every line of his face. He tries to pry himself free from Matt's grasp, shoving weakly at the other man's chest with both hands while kicking feebly at his shins.
"Shh... sshh..." he whispers in Lorry's ear, the roughness of his voice contrasting sharply against the soothing cadence of his words as he stifles a laugh of amusement. "Calm down, love. I'm not going to hurt you." His free hand comes up to stroke gently at the nape of Lorry's neck before tracing light circles along his jawline and then cupping his cheek, forcing him to meet Matt's gaze.
The needle digs deeper into Lorrans skin, the drug already beginning to take effect; his struggles grow weaker as he succumbs to its influence. "There... that's better." His voice is softer now, almost lilting with a note of triumph as he feels Lorry begin to relax against him once more. "You know you can trust me, doll. I've got you, don't you worry."
As the younger man's eyelids grow heavy and his breathing begins to steady, Matt pulls back just enough to look at him properly, a small smile curving up one corner of his mouth. "You make such an adorable mess when you're frightened," he murmurs, tilting Lorry's chin up with his finger so that they're eye-to-eye once more despite the inch or two difference between their heights.
With a sigh,
"N-no... mmhm..." Loran looks adorable like this, the light of consciousness slowly fading away from his pretty gray eyes. His movements become so smudged, weak, Matt really wants to just nuzzle up to his boy, to caress him, hold him close. Matt feels such tenderness towards the younger man now that it covers up his lustful desires. "Please...no..." Matt allows himself to hold Loran by the waist for a few more seconds before heading outside.
As they exit the elevator and step back into the dimly lit hallway of the apartment complex, Matt's grip on Lorry's waist tightens once more in reassurance. The younger man leans heavily against his chest, eyes slipping closed as he slumps against him, content to be held close now that the worst seems to be over. The air around them is warm and humid.
Matt really enjoys how Lorry's head drop on his chest, his eyes barely stay opened as he leans in panic on the man. But it's taking quite some time to get to his car like this and Matt feels increasingly anxious about someone spotting them like this. In one quick motion he takes Loran in his arms, carrying him bridal style, making him make some unaudible sound of protest. "Gonna wife you, puppet," Matt grins at his own words, looking longingly and hungrily at his boy. Matt keeps muttering silly romantic things while carrying him to the car. Lorry keeps whining weakly, making such pathetic attempts to pull away or to punch him in the arm, the drug making those gestures seem like Lorry tries to caress his stalker instead. "Capricious unapproachable princess" Matt cooes, feeling fulfilled for the first time in a long long while. Matt would love to spank Lorry for misbehaving sometime. But for now he should really take care of his boy. He feels so so excited as he unlocks his car and gently puts Loran in the passenger sit, making sure to put a belt over him
Matt can't help but chuckle softly as he fastens the seatbelt around Lorry, watching with satisfied amusement as his boy squirms and fusses in response to the binding touch. He ignores the younger man's pathetic attempts at escape for now, knowing that their time together is just beginning.
Once they're both buckled in, he starts the engine of his car with a soft purr before turning to face Lorry once more. The drug has left the other boy looking dazed and flushed, lips parted in a sigh as if he's too exhausted to fight against whatever current has swept him up and carried him away.
His heart skips a beat at the sight, and it's all Matt can do not to reach out and cup Lorry's cheek or stroke his thumb across those plush lower lips. He swallows thickly, trying to quell the raging lust that has been simmering just beneath the surface ever since he first laid eyes on him.
"We're almost home," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire as he fights back the urge to lean in closer and claim Lorry's lips for himself. His hands twitch in his lap, itching to touch, to feel... everything about this beautiful boy who is all his now. "Just close your eyes and rest, love."
Their destination looms large in Matt's mind: a room he has carefully prepared with every indulgence Lorry could possibly want or need, the space designed specifically for their time together, where they can explore each other without fear of interruption...or escape.
Matt gently lays Lorry's body on the bed. His barely opened eyes are darting around the room in a hazy panic as he mumbles something illegible. He sits on the bed and cups his cheek, feeling the warm soft flesh under his fingers. Jt feels heavenly.
Matt watches as Lorry struggles to focus his gaze on the ceiling above them, still woozy from the drug coursing through his veins. He leans in closer, trailing a thumb across one smooth cheekbone before planting a feather-light kiss just below the younger man's ear. Loran shivers delicately at the contact, arching his back slightly into Matt's touch as his eyes drift shut once more.
Withdrawing his hand, he trails it lower down Lorry's body, skimming over the flat plane of his stomach and the ripple of defined muscle beneath it before coming to rest on one hip. He feels a wave of desire crash over him at the sight; Loran is so beautiful like this, laid out before him like some exotic offering he's been granted dominion over.
His hand slides higher now, cupping Lorry's breast through the thin fabric of his oversized shirt. The younger man moans softly at the touch, hips jerking upwards in involuntary response as Matt's thumb brushes across a hardened nipple. "Do you like that?" he asks quietly, feeling a flash of triumph at the way Loran's body reacts to his touch.
He tilts Lorry's chin up now, forcing their eyes to meet as he kneads gently at his breast, teasing and coaxing until it grows even harder beneath his hand. "Tell me," he urges, voice rough with need as he leans in closer still, tongue darting out to lick at the corner of Loran's mouth. "Do you like when I touch you?"
For Matt's amusement his puppet is only conscious enough to make soft whimpers of protest. He chuckles softly, pressing a quick kiss to Loran's cheek.
"So adorable for me"
Matt allows his hands to wander around Lorry's body, touching him with such warmth and tenderness. Matt really wants to fuck his boy, make him scream in a perverted mix of pain and pleasure, drive himself deep inside of the boy, marking him as his one and only, but it would be a waste. He really wants their first time to be special, wants to take it slow. So for now Matt settles for loving touches, allowing himself a few teasing movements over Lorry's sweet spots.
With each touch and caress, the tension within Matt grows tighter, his need to feel Lorry wrapped around him, to bury himself deep inside of this perfect body becoming more insistent with every passing moment. He savors these quiet, intimate moments even as they drive him to the edge of sanity; he knows that once they cross that line, there's no going back.
His hands wander lower now, skimming over the soft plane of Loran's belly before sliding lower still to cup his hip. He can feel Lorry trembling beneath him in anticipation of what comes next; it only serves to stoke the fire burning hot within him. With a moan of need that echoes deep within his chest, he presses Lorry back onto the bed and follows his body down, pressing their hips together in a familiar yet electrifying contact.
His lips trail hot, wet kisses along the line of Loran's jaw and down his neck, each touch setting off a new wave of pleasure that shoots straight to his cock. He feels the younger man arching into him as if craving more, moans turning to whimpers at the sensation.
He pulls back just enough to look down at Lorry, their gazes locked once more in a heated exchange. "I want you," he growls roughly, his voice raw with desire. With one swift movement, he yanks Loran's oversized shirt over his head and tosses it aside, revealing the smooth expanse of the younger man's chest and abdomen, pale and soft against the pillow beneath him. A shiver runs through Lorry at the contact, a tiny gasp escaping his lips as Matt leans in closer still to press a possessive kiss just below his navel.
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Loran mumbles something, still not fully conscious thanks to the drug. Matt bites down on his neck, leaving a hickey, a love mark. Lorry Capriciously whimpers at the hungry warmth on his shoulders, trailing lower. Matt bites Boy's lower lip, his fingers lightly brushing against Lorry's nipples. He lets out a loud drawn-out moan. "You make such a cute mess, babe" Matt looks at his boy with so much lustful hunger, that if Lorry wasn't drugged up he would be scared. "I want to fuck you so much" man gently rolls sensitive flesh between his fingers, "want to fuck your pussy," Matt pinches boy's nipples, making him moan and arch his back. Older man nudges in Lorry's neck. "Oh, but that would be such a waste, puppet. I want you to feel every single touch we make," Matt unbuckles his belt in a hurry, driven by lust, "want to make you mine when you get sober"
As Matt's words wash over him, Lorry feels a strange mix of pleasure and pain coursing through his veins; it's intoxicating, making him want to writhe beneath the older man even as he struggles against the sensations. He arches his back into Matt's touch with a moan, fingers digging into the sheets on either side of him as if seeking purchase.
With shaking hands, he reaches down to unbuckle Lorry's pants, pulling them and his boxers down his hips in one swift motion. His breath catches in his throat at the sight of Loran's smooth pale flesh spread before him; it's so dark and inviting, practically begging to be taken.
Matt leans down to leave a hickey just above boy's cock, where his womb would be if he was a girl. It feels so soft and warm under his lips, so Intoxicating. As much as he wants to slam his cock deep in his boy, he wants him to be conscious when he takes him, so he settles on touching him. "So perfect for me, babe" Matt moves closer, making their cocks touch and it sends a shiver down his spine.
It's all Matt can do not to lunge forward and bury himself deep inside Lorry at the first contact of their cocks sliding against each other, but he forces himself to remain still, taking in the sensation of skin on skin. Their hips rise together, moving in a shifting dance that speaks volumes about their growing desire for one another.
His tongue flicks out, tracing the wetness left by his lip on Lorry's cock before dragging it across the sensitive head. The younger man's back arches off the bed with a gasp, hips jerking in response as he tries to press himself closer. Matt watches with hungry eyes as Loran's body quakes and shudders beneath him, the contrast between his fair skin and dark hair nothing short of intoxicating.
Placing gentle kisses along the length of Lorry's cock, Matt savors the salty taste left by his earlier arousal, nipping at the sensitive skin with his teeth before licking away any hint of pain. His free hand cups Lorry's hip, fingers curling around to tease at the soft flesh beneath, encouraging him to move against his touch.
The friction grows hotter between them as they continue their slow dance of pleasure, grinding and writhing against one another with increasing desperation. Matt can feel his control slipping away with each passing second; soon, he knows, there will be no stopping himself from taking what he wants most. But for now...for just a little while longer...he'll savor the sweet torment of denial.
Lorry lets out a cute drawn out moan before Cumming on Matt's face. Older man places a quick kiss to boy's tip, relieving a soft displeased whimper. Matt wipes his face quickly and takes his camera. He really needs new pictures of his boy, not only for his selfish pleasure, but also as a way of blackmailing him later on. He knows damn well that Lorry is pretty short tempered and wont just give in so easily. That what makes him so good.
As the last tremors of Lorry's orgasm fade away, Matt leans in to press a lingering kiss against his lips, tasting himself on the younger man's tongue. He can feel their hearts racing in tandem, their labored breath mingling in clouds around them as they lie tangled together on the bed. The world has shrunk down to this moment, this connection between them, and for now he intends to bask in it however long he can.
With a satisfied sigh, he presses his lips against Lorry's forehead before pulling away just far enough to gaze down at him once more. The sight of the younger man's flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes only serves to ignite a fresh wave of desire deep within him; he wants nothing more than to feel Lorry's skin against his own, to lose himself once more in their shared pleasure.
The moment stretches on as they lie together like spoons, hands entwined and bodies pressed so tightly it seems impossible that they won't eventually meld into one. Matt savors the quiet, the closeness; it feels like everything he's ever wanted wrapped up in this beautiful package beside him.
At last, he can feel Lorry beginning to stir against him, his breathing growing steadier as consciousness barely begins to creep back into his weary mind.
Matt snaps a few pictures of Lorry laying on his bed naked, shifting his body a few times to take the photos at the interesting angles, highlighting every curve of his body. Matt cant help himself but to palm at his plump ass cheek, squeezing it. Lorry yelps when Matt spanks his ass, chuckling to himself. As much as he would love to continue their little dance, he knows that their game has to be longer than that. He quickly dresses his body up and carries him to the car, to deliver him home in safety. Lorry keeps mumbling something to which Matt replied, cooing condescendingly lovingly. He cant deny that Lorry is very cute when he is in such a mess
Lorry is so cute as he mumbles and tries to wiggle away, the drug leaving him weak and disoriented. As they pull up in front of Lorry's apartment complex, Matt gently takes his hand, pressing their palms together and leaning over to press a soft kiss to Loran's knuckles. "I can't wait until you feel better," he murmurs with a tender smile before setting him down on the sidewalk.
With a final glance back at Lorry, he turns and walks away quickly, not wanting to draw any unwanted attention to either of them. He waits just out of sight around the corner, hidden from view but still close enough to watch as Lorry stumbles towards his front door and finally disappears inside.
Satisfaction swirls in Matt's chest as he watches Lorry disappear inside his apartment, content with the knowledge that their little game is far from over. As the sound of the door shutting echoes down the quiet street, he pulls out his phone and quickly sends a text to Loran:
"Sleep tight, love. See you soon."
A shiver runs down his spine as he hits send; something about those words feels different from anything he's said before tonight, as if they carry with them a weight of truth that he hadn't intended when he typed them out. But then again...maybe that's just part of the fun.
He takes one last look around, making sure no nosy neighbors are about before turning and walking briskly away himself, lost in thought as he mentally plans out their next encounter. The more time passes, the stronger his bond with Lorry becomes; it's both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, like being cast adrift on an unfamiliar sea with no compass to guide you home.
But then again...perhaps that's where he's meant to be. Perhaps this is fate or destiny or whatever other nonsense people use to try and make sense of the chaos of life, leading him straight into Lorry's arms for all eternity. The thought fills him with a warmth that spreads from his chest outward, leaving him feeling more alive than he has in years.
And so he walks, head full of dreams and desires and the possibility of what might be, eagerly awaiting the next time they'll meet...
Morning rolls slowly. Matt gets ready for work. He really wants to see Lorry after it. He's planning to blackmailing him into a date.
As the first rays of sunlight spill through his bedroom window, Matt rolls over in bed with a groan, instantly beset by memories of the night before. Lorry's beautiful face floats in and out of his dreams like a mirage, haunting him with promises both sweet and sinister. He can feel the lingering warmth of their bodies entwined even now as he lies here alone, making it difficult to summon up the energy for anything more strenuous than another lazy stretch before finally dragging himself out of bed.
He takes his time getting ready for work, luxuriating in every mundane task as if it were an art form designed specifically to keep him from thinking about Lorry and the things he'd like to be doing with him instead. He dresses carefully in a crisp white shirt and dark slacks, straightening his tie in the mirror before slipping on his jacket with practiced precision.
A glance at the clock tells him that he's running late; with one last lingering look around his empty apartment, he grabs his keys and hurries out the door, anxious to get to work and distract himself from the growing ache in his chest. As he climbs into his car and pulls away from the curb, he can't help but wonder how Lorry is feeling this morning...and what sort of texts or calls he might have received while Matt was gone. The anticipation builds within him like a fever, making it difficult to concentrate on anything besides getting back home as quickly as possible.
The day drags on interminably; every minute that ticks by feels like an eternity, and the closer he gets to quitting time the harder it is for him to keep his thoughts from drifting back to Lorry.
Matt feels his phone begin to buzz a lot and it almost makes him giggle. Lorry writes him angry messages about last night. How adorable. "Who the hell are you???" Matt is basking in boy's panic. Meanwhile Lorry feels really scared of the unknown man. He got drugged and abducted yesterday and now some creep sends him his own naked pictures and demands them to meet
As Matt pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at the screen, he can't help but smirk to himself as another angry message from Lorry pops up. "Oh, Loran," he murmurs with feigned sympathy. "You really shouldn't have been so difficult last night." He starts to type out a response while walking toward his car in the parking lot of his office building, careful not to look too obviously at the phone as he does so.
When he's finally composed what he wants to say, he pauses for a moment before hitting send, savoring the feeling of control that comes from knowing he has Lorry right where he wants him. His fingers tremble slightly as they press down on the screen, sending the message winging its way toward Lorry's phone.
"Well, well, look who decides to finally wake up," his message reads once it's sent. "I bet you have no idea what sort of things I could do with those pictures, hmm? What if I decided to share them with everyone?" He lets out a low chuckle as he slips his phone back into his pocket and climbs into the car, not bothering to keep his satisfaction from creeping into his tone.
With a sharp tap on the steering wheel, he starts up the engine and pulls out of the parking lot, headed toward home. Butterflies dance along his stomach as he imagines what Lorry's reaction might be when he gets to work today; angry, afraid, or perhaps even a bit more curious now that the drug has worn off and reality is starting to set back in. The anticipation makes it almost unbearable to focus on driving, and he ends up pulling over to the side of the road for a moment to gather his thoughts.
It feels so good being in
It feels so good being in control like this, knowing that Lorry's every move and thought revolves around him, even if it's only because of the fear and confusion that his actions have wrought. A shiver runs down Matt's spine at the idea that he can make Loran feel this way whenever he wants, for however long he pleases; there's something exhilarating about having such power over another person.
As he pulls back onto the road and continues driving toward home, his mind wanders to all the different ways in which he could push things further with Lorry. The possibilities are endless: more threats, blackmailing him into spying on others for him, maybe even getting him addicted to this sort of lifestyle so that there's no going back...he shudders at the thought, not because it disgusts him but because the idea of having Lorry permanently in his grasp both thrills and terrifies him.
He reaches over to grab a drink from the cup holder as he thinks, his fingers brushing against the steering wheel before finding their way around the cold bottle of water trapped inside. The chill on his fingertips contrasts sharply with the heat in his belly, and for a moment it's like the two extremes are warring within him, tearing him apart at the seams. He takes a long swig of water before finally speaking aloud again, needing to voice his thoughts if only to quiet the cacophony inside his head.
"I think...I think I'll make Lorry my plaything," he says slowly, almost reluctantly. The idea of dominating another person in such a way both excites and frightens him, but the more he thinks about it, the more appealing it becomes. "Maybe then I can
Matt parks his car and sits at the bench in the inner park of his apartment complex. He checks what Lorry has sent him while he was busy driving and it amuses him to a great extent
The more texts Lorry sends him, the deeper into a dark pit of amusement Matt sinks. His chuckle turns into full-blown laughter at some points, which causes several heads to turn in his direction. He quickly sobers up and forces himself not to draw any unnecessary attention to himself as he types out a reply:
"Oh my dear Lorry... You're just too cute when you're angry. I mean, who would have thought the usually composed you could be so fiery? It's quite endearing, really." His fingers pause for a moment before continuing, "Anyway, about those pictures... Maybe if you behave yourself and do everything I say, I might consider not showing them to anyone else. It's your choice."
He presses send and leans back on the bench, folding his hands across his chest as he watches a family walk past him, laughing and playing together. The juxtaposition of their carefree happiness with his own twisted game only serves to underscore how truly wrong everything is about what he's doing; yet at the same time, it also feels so right. It feeds something dark and hungry inside of him that has been silent for far too long, filling him with a terrible sort of power that he both craves and fears in equal measure.
As he continues to watch the families play around him, an idea begins to form at the back of his mind. Something twisted and delicious...perhaps even more than he'd originally bargained for. The grin that spreads across his face is chilling to behold, the light in his eyes making it clear that there will be no turning back now; from here on out, Lorry is truly his plaything, and Matt plans to make sure he remembers it every single day for the rest of his life.
"What do you want from me " Matt reads the message on his screen with sick satisfaction
The corner of Matt's mouth twitches upward into a satisfied smile as he reads Lorry's latest message, feeling his power over the younger man grow stronger with every passing moment. He takes his time replying, savoring the taste of dominance on his tongue as he types out each word:
"Well, dear Lorry... I want you to come and see me tonight. Come alone, just like you did last night. We have some things we need to discuss, don't we? And after that..." He pauses, letting the silence stretch out for several heartbeats before adding with a dark chuckle, "...well, then I think it's time you learned your new role in my little game."
Matt presses send and slides his phone back into his pocket, leaning back against the brick wall of the apartment complex behind him. He watches as another family walks past, murmuring to each other in quiet voices, unaware of the sinister forces at play all around them. It's almost enough to make him feel sorry for them; almost. But then again, it's just as well they don't know. If they did, they might not ever be able to enjoy their normal lives ever again. And that thought brings a cruel smile to his lips.
The sun dips below the horizon, bathing the city in a warm, golden light that does little to mask the encroaching shadows that Matt seems to have invited into their midst. He remains where he is for several more minutes, waiting for Lorry to arrive, savoring the anticipation and building tension like a fine wine. It's almost enough to make him wish this moment would never end; almost. But he knows it will, eventually, and when that happens, everything will change. For better or worse, there's no going back now.
Lorry awkwardly stumbles through the alley, looking pretty exhausted and worried. Matt feels a tingle or almost fatherly tenderness when he looks at him. He really wants to take care of his boy, to make sure that he feels better. Its almost funny, really: Matt never felt this way even about his girlfriends. Lorry uncertainty looks around and Matt gestures him to come to sit on the bench with him
Matt glances down at his phone, pretending to check the time as he watches Lorry approach. It's clear that the younger man is still shaken from last night; he moves with a hesitant gait, looking around as if expecting someone else to step out of the shadows and drag him back into hell. The sight both breaks and strengthens Matt's heart at the same time. He wonders what sort of monster he's become, that he can find such perverse enjoyment in watching Lorry suffer like this.
With a sigh, he slips his phone back into his pocket and reaches out to take Lorry's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze as the other man settles down on the bench beside him. He takes note of the way Lorry instantly tenses up at his touch; it both thrills and pains him to know that he has such power over another person simply by virtue of being physically close.
"Hey, there," Matt says softly, attempting to keep his voice reassuring as he brushes a strand of hair from Lorry's face. "It's okay. You're safe now." His words sound hollow even to his own ears; they ring with falsehoods and empty promises, but at the moment he doesn't know what else to say or do.
Lorry glances up at him through a tangle of dark lashes, eyes glistening with unshed tears. He wipes his nose on the back of his hand and takes a deep breath before speaking, voice barely above a whisper. "I don't understand what you want from me," he whispers. "Why are you doing this to me?"
Matt gently half hugs the terrified boy, whispering "let's go somewhere more quiet" before getting up, making sure that he follows him in the flat. Loran feels really disturbed by the way Matt keeps eyeing him with hungry eyes. They go in the elevator Matt possessively wraps his arm around other man's waist
As the elevator doors slide shut and they are trapped together in its confines, Matt feels a strange mix of emotions swirling through him. On one hand, he's filled with an almost overwhelming sense of power and control; Lorry is right there in his arms, practically panting for air as he struggles to break free from his hold. It's intoxicating, addictive...and yet beneath that surface layer of dominance lies something else entirely: a deep-seated longing for something more.
He runs a hand through his hair, trying to sort out the tangled mess of emotions and desires inside his head. "Lorry," he finally manages to say, voice thick with emotion as he leans in close enough that their bodies are pressed tightly together. "I want you." The admission comes out rough and raw, almost painful to speak; it leaves them both shuddering from its intensity.
Lorry's eyes widen in shock before darting away again, as if afraid that looking at Matt any longer might make this whole thing real. He swallows hard, struggling to find the words to respond. "I- I don't understand," he whispers. "You just drugged me and dragged me around like a ragdoll all night long."
"I know it must seem that way," Matt replies, stroking his thumb over Lorry's lower lip. "But believe me...everything I did, everything I said...it was for this moment. For us." He pauses, gathering his courage as he meets Lorry's confused gaze head on. "I want you to be mine, Lorry," he whispers fiercely. "I want you to belong to me."
There's a long silence between them as
His face is very uncertain but before he can say anything (and ruin it) the elevator dings, announcing the floor. Matt cant help but put up a sly smile, before letting his hand rest on boy's hip firmly and guiding him towards his flat. "Let's have our first date, babe"
As the elevator doors slide open, revealing Matt's sparsely decorated apartment, he guides Lorry inside with a possessive hand on his hip. The younger man seems to be having a difficult time wrapping his head around everything that's happened tonight; his expression is equal parts confusion, anger, and growing fascination.
Matt leads them over to the couch, sitting down carefully beside Lorry before leaning in close enough that their bodies are pressed against each other from shoulders to knees. He takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he tries to regain some semblance of control over his own emotions.
"Let's have a drink," he murmurs, reaching for the liquor cabinet nearby and pouring them both glasses of whiskey. He hands one to Lorry before taking a small sip himself, savoring the burning heat as it spreads through him from stomach to throat. "There...that should help loosen things up a bit."
Lorry nods slowly, still looking uncertain as he brings the glass to his lips and takes a tentative sip. The liquor burns its way down his throat, leaving a warm glow in its wake that does little to dispel the confusion that lingers within him like a cloud of smoke. "I- I don't understand," he says again, finally meeting Matt's eyes. "Why me?"
Matt grins at the question, unable to keep from enjoying the way it sounds coming from Lorry's lips. He brushes his fingers lightly across the younger man's cheek, reveling in the smoothness of his skin beneath his touch. "Because you're perfect," he whispers, leaning closer still so that their breath mingles together and every word vibrates through them both like a
"I...how did you even find me?" Lorry sounds dumbfounded and it makes the older man chuckle lightly. He goes to the counter, pouring some soda for Lorry. He carefully slips a little pill in there which quickly dissolves, a little something to make Lorry feel all hot and bothered. "A few months ago I saw you in a café and you looked pretty cute" Matt smiles to himself, handing the cup to his boy. Loran feels really confused at this whole situation. He suddenly has a stalker, sho drugged and blackmailed him and now he invites him in his flat to have a 'date'. Matt is surprisingly handsome, Loran has to admit. He is tall and seems in very good physique, his flat looks like he earns a lot too. All this makes Loran question why such a person would choose him out of all people, let alone blackmailing him for a 'date' when he literally can pretty much have any girl he likes. Or a guy, doesn't really matter. Loran feels the alcohol making him a little bit more brave than he usually is and he says: "You dont really look like a person who would stalk young boys"
Matt laughs at Lorry's remark, shaking his head slightly as he takes another sip of whiskey. "Oh, I don't know," he says playfully, leaning in closer until their faces are only inches apart. "You look pretty good to me." His words are breathy and laden with desire, causing the air between them to thicken even further.
Lorry swallows hard as Matt moves even closer still, his body pressing intimately against Lorry's own. It's a strange sensation for him; he's never really been close like this with anyone before, and the sheer intensity of it all is both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure. His heart races faster with each passing second, the alcohol coursing through his veins making it harder to think clearly, much less form coherent thoughts or questions.
Matt reaches up with one hand to caress Lorry's cheek again, tracing idle circles around his mouth with the pad of his thumb before leaning in closer still until their lips are brushing against each other. He can feel the younger man's breath warm on his skin, can taste the whiskey dancing along their tongues as he leans into the kiss more fully, sliding one hand down around Lorry's waist and pulling him close against his body.
It's only when Matt feels Lorry start to respond, to melt against him in a way that can't be faked, that he finally pulls back with a contented little sigh. His eyes search Lorry's face for any sign of reluctance or fear, but all he sees is need and desire mirroring his own emotions back at him. It makes something deep inside of him uncoil like a spring released, and before he can think twice about it, he dives back
"I...how did you even find me?" Lorry sounds dumbfounded and it makes the older man chuckle lightly. He goes to the counter, pouring some soda for Lorry. He carefully slips a little pill in there which quickly dissolves, a little something to make Lorry feel all hot and bothered. "A few months ago I saw you in a café and you looked pretty cute" Matt smiles to himself, handing the cup to his boy. Loran feels really confused at this whole situation. He suddenly has a stalker, sho drugged and blackmailed him and now he invites him in his flat to have a 'date'. Matt is surprisingly handsome, Loran has to admit. He is tall and seems in very good physique, his flat looks like he earns a lot too. All this makes Loran question why such a person would choose him out of all people, let alone blackmailing him for a 'date' when he literally can pretty much have any girl he likes. Or a guy, doesn't really matter. Loran feels the alcohol making him a little bit more brave than he usually is and he says: "You dont really look like a person who would stalk young boys"
Matt throws his head back and laughs, the sound echoing through the room. Lorry's question seems to amuse him greatly; it's almost like he finds the very idea that someone could mistake him for a typical stalker to be absurd. His laughter dies down into a soft chuckle as he leans in closer once more, his breath tickling against the sensitive skin of Lorry's neck.
"Well," he says, voice low and rough with desire, "I suppose I don't really fit the mold, do I? But then again...you see things differently when you're looking for them." He pauses, taking another sip of whiskey before continuing. "And once I found you...once I saw how beautiful and unique you were..." His words trail off into silence, leaving the implication hanging heavily in the air between them.
Matt pulls back just enough to look Lorry in the eye, his gaze intense and hungry as he searches for some sign of understanding or agreement within those depths. The younger man looks away first, focusing on the floor as he tries to process everything that's being said and done here.
"You see...I just want you," Matt whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "For me." He pauses again, struggling for the right words, but in the end he simply gives up and leans forward, pressing their lips together once more in a hungry, possessive kiss.
Younger man struggles against him, trying to pull away but Matt is stronger and they both know it. Lorry manages to twist out of Matt's touch only to feel how the older man spins him around so he stands with his back to Matt. Stalker suddenly pulls him downward and Lorry gets lost in space for a bit, only to discover that now he is sitting on man's lap, his strong hands wrapped firmly around his body. "Capricious, aren't we?" Matt whispers it down his neck with a hungry grin
Matt's grin widens as he feels Lorry squirming on his lap, the younger man's body temperature rising with every passing second. He leans in close, whispering hot breath against Lorry's neck as he begins to nibble and suck on the tender flesh there, leaving a trail of sharp pleasure-pain that only serves to heighten their arousal.
His hands move downward, skimming over Lorry's ass before cupping him roughly, pulling their hips together in an intimate dance. "What am I supposed to do," he purrs into Lorry's ear, "when you taste so good?"
Lorry cries out, more from surprise than anything else; it feels so good to have Matt touching him like this, dominating every inch of his skin with those strong hands. He arches his back, offering himself up fully as the older man continues to explore every part of his body with reckless abandon.
Loran feels really hot, aroused. He doesn't want, doesn't think that it's right. He doesn't want Matt to do it just yet, its weird. He tries to stop man's hands from wandering around his body. "N-no, I don't..." Matt gently kisses Lorry's nape, sending a shiver down his spine. "Shhhh, just be a good boy for me, Lorry" Matt's strong hands yank his belt, undoing it and reaching for the zipper on boy's pants. "No! Don't touch me like this, please!"
Matt's lips curl into a satisfied smile against the delicate skin of Lorry's neck as he feels the younger man squirming beneath him, fighting against his touch even now that they are so intimately entwined. It only serves to heighten his own arousal, fueling the fire burning hot and heavy in his belly.
He brushes his lips across Lorry's ear before whispering huskily, "You don't get to make the rules here." With that, he pushes aside Lorry's protests and continues with what he had started, unzipping the younger man's pants and pushing them down over hips and boxer briefs. His fingers stroke teasingly over bare skin before sliding lower still, parting folds of soft, silky flesh to reveal Lorry's erection waiting eagerly for attention.
Lorry cries out as Matt takes him in hand, wrapping his long, strong fingers around the base and giving it a firm squeeze before beginning to stroke up and down in a leisurely fashion that borders on cruel. He leans in close once more, capturing Lorry's lips in a punishing kiss that leaves no doubt as to who is in control here. His hips begin to rock forward against Lorry's ass, their bare skins sliding together with each thrust as he takes his pleasure from the other man's body.
It feels intoxicating for both of them. Matt hungrily devours the boy while Loran feels like clay in man's strong hands, like he is melting into the hot loving but possessive touch. He really never thought that someone could ever want him like this, love him like this. Matt's tongue is exploring his mouth so eagerly that he almost forgets that the man is pretty much palming him down his abdomen. Matt breaks the kiss and turns Lorry around, making him lay on the bed. Matt really wants to lay him on his knee and spank his appetizing ass until the boy cries and cums, wants to fuck his adorable face while there is a strong vibrator pressed firmly against his prostate, wants to tie him up and have their little fun all night. But it's their first time and he knows that it needs to be more gently, more special. Matt grabs the lube from the coffee table and looks over to Lorry, seeing his face twists in a terrified adorable mask. "No, Matt, I..."
Matt's laughter is soft and low, almost a growl as it vibrates through Lorry's body. "Shhhh," he murmurs, reaching out to cup the other man's cheek in his hand. His touch feels possessive and possessive, like an imprint being made on skin.