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Wilder tossed one of the pillows into the middle of the bed and arranged himself on top of it, the pillow beneath his hips angling his ass up into the air.

“Make me come,” he told Merrick. “But you better not.”

He’d spent twenty minutes effectively teasing Merrick with a slow fuck, and once he gave the other man the green light, it was like all bets were off. Merrick let go of the headboard, scrambled onto his knees and grabbed Wilder’s waist with sweaty fingers.He sucked spit into his mouth with a gasping breath but stopped short of pressing his cock against Wilder’s hole. Wilder looked over his shoulder to see what caused the delay and found Merrick’s brow knit together, cheeks pink.

“No?” Wilder asked, wondering if he’d misstepped.

“Rough?” Merrick managed to ask around his gag. He was a sight, with his mouth spread wide and spit smeared across his chin.

He had the prettiest teeth.

“You can fuck me rough,” Wilder agreed, swallowing past his own arousal. “Probably rougher than you think you can, so don’t worry about going too far. I’ll tell you to stop if it’s too much.”

Merrick studied him for a second, and Wilder could see the curiosity flash across his face. Merrickwantedto talk, but he’d put himself in a situation where conversation was not on the table. Wilder was desperate to know why he was so afraid of having free rein over his ability to use words. Before Wilder could decide if he wanted to order the gag out of Merrick’s mouth, Merrick pushed his hand on the center of Wilder’s back, shoved him down onto the bed, and filled him completely with one quick pump of his hips.

Wilder’s eyes rolled back and Merrick thrust into him with long, rough strokes. He fucked like it was his job, pulling out almost all the way to the tip before slamming back home. Just like at Rapture, Merrick fucked Wilder until he was almost off the edge of the bed, but this time there was no harness for him to grab hold of. Instead, Merrick’s fingers tangled into Wilder’s hair and he pulled—hard—drawing them both back into the middle of the bed.

The unexpected bite of pain was all it took to get Wilder where he needed to be. He came with a strangled shout, shooting his load onto the pillow beneath his hips. Merrick dropped his head and grabbed Wilder’s hips, continuing the same beastlypace that had sent Wilder careening over the cliff. Wilder exhaled into the sheets, fighting the precipice where the pleasure turned into pain, knowing it would be back to pleasure if he could only wait it out a little longer.

Someone once told Wilder he was broken, that he couldn’t be a dominant and a masochist, that he couldn’t be a dominant who didn’t like to top. There were some nights he believed both of those things to be true, but then there were nights like this where he knew they weren’t. He could be all of those things and more. He wasn’t a switch, as many men had tried to tell him in the past, just like he wasn’t vers. Wilder was dominant, and even in this situation with Merrick, he was in complete control. A rough fuck didn’t make him anything other than what he was, didn’t make Merrick anything other than himself either.

After the quaking muscles of his orgasm settled, Wilder pushed himself onto all fours. Merrick continued to pump hard and angry against him from behind, and Wilder imagined he might end up with bruises around his hips when all was said and done. He let his head hang low, noticing with piqued interest when Merrick’s pace faltered. He began to thrust shallower, slower.

He was close, and Wilder hadn’t told him he could come.

“Are you ready to be done?” Wilder asked. He shifted his weight and glanced over his shoulder.

Merrick sank into him fully, shoulders trembling, and he shook his head.

CHAPTER 5

Merrick

Wilder pushedMerrick into a seated position and climbed back into his lap. Merrick took the other man in, the tan swell of his muscles, the smear of cum across his stomach. Wilder’s cock was half-hard and quickly flagging, but he took Merrick’s cock into him again just the same, and they were back to the beginning, that agonizingly slow pace Wilder had started them off with. Merrick wanted to crawl out of his skin, but he also loved it. He fisted the sheets and let his head hit the wall, trying to breathe through the urge to rut and come.

They went on like that for what felt like a week but might have only been hours. Merrick was hazy and boneless, his body consumed by his own pleasure. He couldn’t even feel the usual ache in his jaw from the gag and he’d been on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like forever.

“You’ve done so well,” Wilder murmured, guiding Merrick’s hand down to Wilder’s now fully soft cock. “I couldn’t come again if my life depended on it. You fucked it all right out me, didn’t you?”

Merrick wrapped his fingers around Wilder’s cock and held it in his hand. He nodded, falling forward and pressing his forehead against Wilder’s.

Merrick was so tired, so spent.

So grateful.

“You should come now.” Wilder said it gently, like it was a suggestion and not an order, but Merrick’s body missed the difference.

As soon as the words were out of Wilder’s mouth, Merrick’s muscles went taut and he shot a violent stream of cum out of his dick. He sank his teeth into the gag, gritting his way through the sharp agony of his drawn-out pleasure, blinking hard at the fuzzy darkness around the corners of his vision.

“Good boy,” Wilder whispered, reaching behind Merrick’s head and undoing the gag. It took work to get the ball out of his mouth, but it was quickly discarded and then Wilder’s fingers were the ones massaging Merrick’s jaw instead of his own. He was still balls deep, Wilder still in his lap, but Wilder took them both down onto the bed. He stroked his fingers across Merrick’s cheek and slowly eased Merrick’s finally sated dick out of his body.

Merrick couldn’t keep his eyes open, didn’t want to either.

He couldn’t even form words when Wilder stripped the condom off him, pulled the sheets and comforter up to their waists. The room was dark and it was quiet, their toes touched, and Merrick quickly fell asleep.

He woke up hours later, and he only knew that to be true because it was Wilder’s alarm that roused him from sleep. The two of them were still face to face on the bed, but when Merrick opened his eyes, Wilder’s were already wide and alert. In the light of day, Merrick found himself embarrassed about what they’d done the night before.

He sat up quickly, sheets pooling around his lap. His first instinct was to hop out of bed and get dressed, but his clothes were not in the bedroom. They were, unfortunately, in the living room because that was where he’d gotten naked upon arrival before letting Wilder walk him through the house by his dick.