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.
Lorry paces through lifeless streets, trying to get home. He feels watched and he picked up that there is a car following him, although Loran keeps dismissing it as paranoia.
Matt's heart races as he sees Loran walk through the pouring rain, looking for shelter. His car remains discreetly behind, its headlights dimmed to avoid drawing attention. It seems like it'll take longer for the boy to reach his destination now; Matt's impatience and desire grow with each passing moment.
He studies younger man's figure through the raindrops on his window. His long black hair is plastered against your head, revealing a feminine neck that he'd love to mark with his teeth. The soft curves of body are accentuated by the tight-fitting clothes you wear, and Matt can hardly contain himself as he imagines what they would feel like beneath his hungry hands.
Matt turns down his window, looking hungrily at the boy, his car slowly moving after the boy. "Hey there, pretty thing" Matt purrs, not able to contain his excitement and desire for the scred boy. Loran frowns, throwing a hood over his head before snapping. "Im not a girl, piss off" his eyes dart directly into man's face, so daring and unrelenting
Matt's smile grows wider at the angry outburst from Loran. He laughs softly, enjoying this little game they play where he can tease and torment his prey without revealing himself. "Oh, I know you're not a girl," he says through another chuckle, shaking his head gently. "But isn't it a shame that society likes to put us all into these neat little boxes? Doesn't give people like us enough room to be ourselves."
He watches as Loran's expression softens slightly, the anger giving way to curiosity and uncertainty. Matt takes advantage of this moment, slowing his car until it comes to a stop next to the boy.
Lorry looks puzzled, slightly frowning. It makes Matt feel so aroused. "Why?.. What do you want?" Loran snaps back, trying to hide himself in his pile of clothes, trying to get warm in the icy air of this night.
Matt leans over in his seat, looking Lorry directly in the eye. His voice is low and seductive, barely above a whisper. "I want you to come with me, Puppet," he whispers, running his tongue across his lips sensually. "Come with me where it's warm and dry, where I can take care of you."
"Leave me alone, psycho" Lorry bites back before running off in the direction of his home
Matt's grin widens as he watches Loran dart away into the night. His blood is pumping, and his muscles flex with desire and anticipation. "Oh, you'll come back to me, my little butterfly," he whispers softly to himself, already certain of it.
He starts the car again, slowly following the figure in the distance until he knows for sure that Loran isn't just trying to lose him. Finally, when he sees Lorry disappear into an alleyway leading away from the main streets, Matt pulls his car over and climbs out silently. He crouches down low behind the cover of a trash can, waiting patiently for his prey to emerge again.
The tension in his body is unbearable as he listens intently for any sounds that might betray Loran's location. His heart races as each second passes and nothing happens; fearing the worst, Matt nearly considers giving up when he suddenly hears footsteps approaching once more. Cautiously, he peeks over the top of the trash can just in time to see Lorry emerge from a different alleyway further down the street.
Matt's breath catches as he takes in Loran's disheveled appearance; his hair is plastered to his face and neck, revealing more flesh than usual, and rainwater soaks through his clothes clinging tightly to every curve of his body. The desire to touch him, taste him fills Matt with a primal urge he has never felt before.
Matt creeps behind the boy, within a reached arm distance
Closing the gap between them, Matt reaches out a hand and slowly wraps it around Loran's waist, pulling him closer. The contact sends shockwaves of pleasure through his body as he feels the warmth of Lorry's skin against his fingers. He takes in a shaky breath, struggling to contain the intensity of his desire for the younger man.
Matt pulls Loran back against his chest, nestling his head under his chin and wrapping his other arm around him as well. The tight embrace traps them together; Matt's strong frame engulfing Lorry like a vice. He can feel Lorry trembling in his arms, and he savors the sensation, relishing in the knowledge that he has complete control over this moment and over the boy he loves so deeply.
With a contented sigh, Matt begins to gently rock them back and forth; Lorry's body moving in rhythm with his own. The motion is soft and soothing, but it also holds a hint of dominance that is undeniable even in its gentleness. "I've got you now," he whispers against Loran's ear, his voice hoarse with need. "You're mine and there's nothing you can do about it."
Loran tries to pull away, to violently shove himself out of possessive embrace of his stalker but Matt easily redirects all boy's punches and attempts to fight. He chuckles, amused by how his boy shivers and desperately wants to break free from him, like a caged little dove
Matt continues to hold Loran firmly in his grasp, laughing softly at the boy's futile efforts to escape. His touch is careful yet unyielding; he doesn't want to hurt Lorry, but he also won't let him go.
He runs a hand through Lorry's wet hair, tugging gently on a strand before letting it slide through his fingers again. "You know you belong with me," he whispers, leaning in to nip at the boy's earlobe. "Your body wants this, your mind wants this... It's only natural."
Despite the restraint Matt shows in his touches, there's an undeniable strength to them that communicates dominance and control over every inch of Loran's skin. He feels so good against him, and the longer he holds Lorry like this, the harder it becomes for Matt not to take what he truly desires: unbridled possession and complete obedience.
"You can fight all you want, Puppet," he continues in a rougher tone that brushes over Loran's ear, "but I will always win. It's only a matter of time before you realize that." He presses their bodies closer together, feeling the warmth of Lorry's skin beneath his fingers and wondering how it would feel to have that same skin pressed against his own while they make love, deep and hard and raw.
Matt knows that he can be gentle when he wants to be; he has spent months making sure Lorry is ready for this moment. But there's something primal within him that craves the rougher edge of desire as well, and right now all he can think about is claiming what is his - what always has been.