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"Harder," Joey moaned, his nails digging into Marco's shoulders as he urged him on. "Don't hold back, I can take it."
"God, you're so fucking sexy," Marco growled, his control slipping away as he picked up the pace, pounding into Joey with a ferocity that took both of them by surprise. "I love how you feel, Joey."
"Watch out for your ribs—" Joey panted, trying to hold himself together.
"Fuck my ribs," Marco snarled. "I die fucking you, I die a happy man."
He slipped a hand around the back of Joey's neck, tugging him down to press their foreheads together even as he drove deep into Joey's ass. "You're mine, all fucking mine."
"Yours," Joey agreed breathlessly, his entire world narrowing down to the sensation of Marco's cock inside him, filling him in a way that he'd never imagined possible. "Only yours."
"Marco!" Joey cried out as the intense pleasure coursed through him, his body trembling with every thrust Marco delivered. His hands clutched at Marco's broad shoulders, desperate for something to hold onto.
"Look at me," Marco panted, their eyes locking together in a fiery gaze that only served to heighten the already overwhelming sexual tension between them. "I want to see you when I make you come."
"God, Marco... please don't stop," Joey moaned, his hips rising to meet Marco's relentless pace. The raw passion and desire they shared was more intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced before, and he found himself on the brink of complete and utter surrender.
"Joey..." Marco whispered, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned in closer, brushing a strand of damp hair away from Joey's forehead. "You have no idea what you do to me. Tell me what you want, baby," Marco demanded, his voice rough with passion as he continued to drive himself into Joey's tight heat. "Tell me how I can make you feel good."
"Kiss me," Joey whispered, his eyes locked on Marco's as he made his request.
"Your wish is my command," Marco murmured, leaning in to capture Joey's lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless and wanting more.
"Marco!" Joey cried out, his body tensing as he felt the first stirrings of his orgasm building deep within him. "I'm—!"
"Let go, baby," Marco urged, his own pleasure nearing its peak as he continued to thrust into Joey with wild abandon. "Let go."
With a final cry of ecstasy, Joey surrendered to the waves of pleasure that crashed over him, his body shuddering and convulsing around Marco's cock as he came harder than ever before. And as he drank in the sight of Marco's awe-filled expression, he knew that they had been irrevocably changed by the intensity of what they had just shared.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.
Afterward, Joey nestled against Marco's side, their bodies intimately intertwined, their shared breaths a rhythmic lullaby in the stillness of the moment. The aftermath of their passion hung in the air, blending with a sense of vulnerability and uncertainty that clung to them both.
In the quiet, Joey's voice broke the tranquil embrace. "Marco," he whispered, his voice laced with concern and trepidation. "What's going to happen now? With the club?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well… how am I going to pay off my dad's debt?"
Marco's gaze, filled with a mix of pain and anger, met Joey's searching eyes. "You're still thinking about that?"
"Well, yeah. He's my dad."
"What your dad did..." Marco began, his voice heavy with emotion. "It's not your burden to bear, Joey. You've been through so much because of him."
Joey hesitated for a moment, before mustering the strength to respond. "I know," Joey whispered, his voice tinged with both determination and vulnerability. "But he's still my dad. Despite everything, I have to believe that he does love me in his own twisted way."
He looked down. "I have to."
Marco's eyes softened as he listened, his fingers gently tracing circles on Joey's arm. "You have a big heart, Joey," Marco murmured, his voice filled with admiration. "But sometimes, holding onto that love can keep you trapped in a cycle of pain. You deserve better."
Joey's gaze met Marco's, his eyes searching for solace and understanding. "I can't abandon him," Joey said, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of uncertainty. "Not yet. I need… I need to believe that there's still a chance for him."
Marco's grip tightened around Joey, drawing him closer, but he didn't say anything.
Chapter eighteen
Marco
