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CARLOS
S imon’s fingers tentatively graze my jaw, he’s nervous, maybe even scared.
I connect my mouth to his, soft at first before the tension snaps. I’m an impatient man. Everything turns messy and thirsty.
Mouths open, breathing each other in. It isn’t sweet. It’s raw and real, lips crashing, teeth grazing, hands pulling close, anguish like we had been waiting too long to remember what it felt like to be wanted.
I tangle my hand in his hair, our bodies flush and burning with the heat we ignite in one another. A low sound of pleasure escapes between us, moaning in need, lost to the taste, the touch, to the ache of finally.
This kiss says I missed you and I need you. We pull apart, remaining close as our foreheads touch, the pause between kisses more intimate than the act itself. We are two men without any defenses. Allowing the other to see each other in reality. Allowing the connection to beam in the open.
He rolls me onto my back, laying on top of me, and my natural reaction is to stroke his back. That's when it ends. The connection severs as he tries to pull away. His back is hard ridges and scarring.
“Simon, don’t,” I say.
His breathing spikes and not from desire, it's from panic. His eyes are unfocused as he tries to pull away, but I won’t allow this to consume him and destroy us.
“Simon, take control. You got this,” I say in a commanding voice. Softness won’t work for us, he needs firmness.
“I can’t,” he pants.
I grab his throat and gently slap his face, forcing him to focus on me. His body weight becomes heavier as he struggles to hold himself up.
“Choke me,” I say.
That brings him back.
“What?”
“Do it. Choke me, hit me. Be the boss.”
His nostrils flare, the haunted look now replaced with a look of want. Frenzied and feral. But he doesn’t move, so I lean up and whisper words to him that have him completely ruin me.
“Hurt me while you fuck me, little lion. You have the stripes now.”
Next thing I know, we are going at one hundred miles an hour, kissing and touching. Underwear torn off, lube at the side, ready. Simon is on a mission and I’m ready to be the reward. I love how wild he is right now.
Simon slaps me across the face hard, before gripping my neck and kissing me like I’m the medicine for his cure. My throat hurts, it’s hard to breathe, but I love it. But before this goes any further, I think my fireball needs a safeword, as I sense he is about to lose control. When I manage to pull away.
“If I tap your arm three times, you need to stop. Just in case you get too carried away by my purple face.”
“Good idea. I watched the video of what you did,” he says, which throws me with the conversation change.
“What did you think?”
“I jerked off watching you. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Nice. If you’re lucky, maybe you can get a live show whenever someone crosses me again.”
“Deal.”
I did not see that coming, that Simon would enjoy watching me hurt another person. This guy holds my interest for a reason, and I’ll never be bored around him.
Simon kisses down my body and sucks on my nipples. Hard.
“Fuck yes,” I hiss, enjoying him running the show.
