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Hell, he ached already.
“Nod if you’re on what I’m on.”
He gave Zander what he asked for, the gesture barely a nod due to the hand around his throat. And in a blink he found himself face down on the couch, face smashed into the cushion, Zander tearing off his underwear.
Rough fingers gripped his ass cheeks, pulling them apart, and Scotty whined, trying desperately to grip the cushions for balance. Breath washed over his skin and then Zander’s face was buried in his ass.
“Ahh!” Scotty cried out, body jerking. Zander wasn’t tender. He wasn’t careful. His tongue lashed at Scotty’s hole as if he were on a mission.
Scotty couldn’t do shit but take it, his pleasure-filled cries muffled by the cushion, body shaking as he tried to ride Zander’s tongue. Fingers pushed into him, no hesitation, digging deep and scissoring to stretch. He bucked, fucking the couch and moaning.
He was on fire, body hot, muscles straining. This was the roughest Zander had ever been with him and he couldn’t lie—he liked this. The pain of Zander’s nails cutting into his skin where he gripped Scotty, the flogging his slick tongue gave to Scotty’s hole. The grunts and groans Zander emitted were music to Scotty’s ears.
Zander lifted his head then, shifting slightly, then his cock was pressing against Scotty’s hole, slick with lube Scotty hadn’t even noticed. Zander slammed into him, ramming him into the couch, making the piece of furniture slide against the smooth floor.
Scotty lifted his head on a howl, screaming as Zander rammed in and out. The pressure, the fullness of him, was an exquisite blinding pleasure that whited out his vision.
“Oh God!” It was too much. The punishment Zander doled out was too good, too much, too everything. Scotty parted his lips to beg for mercy but only grunts escaped him. His tongue hung out of his mouth and he couldn’t say if he was drooling or not.
“Can you take it?” Zander growled in his ear. “You say you want it, but can you take it for me?”
Scotty tried to nod. He did. “Ye-yessss.”
“I don’t think you can.” Zander slammed in, circling his hips and then drawing back. “’Cause the way that thing is squeezing me? The way you tryna run from it?” He bit Scotty’s earlobe.
“Unngh.” Scotty pushed back on him, eyes crossing when Zander’s next thrust hit his spot. Over and over. “Fuck, Zander. Please!” The strokes overwhelmed him and he tried crawling forward, as if there was anywhere to go.
Zander held on to his hips, halting his movements. “Where you tryna go, Scotty? Huh?” Voice low, tone almost cajoling, he was holding a conversation while Scotty was losing his mind. “Thought you wanted it, baby. Thought you wanted me up in your gut. Didn’t you say you was on what I’m on?” Teeth in Scotty’s neck, he tunneled deep, making Scotty yelp. Making his body twist and tremble. “Arch that back for me, baby.” The way he spoke was something that should be studied. His words and their delivery—they unraveled Scotty.
“P-please.”
“Arch that back for me.” With a tight grip on Scotty’s waist, Zander reared back and slid in, angling to the right.
Scotty cried out, hips speeding up as he tried to ride it, his inner muscles clenching.
“That’s it. Fuucckk.” Zander moaned, low and deep. “Let me get in there, baby. Take it for me like a good boy. G’on and make that hole suffocate my dick.”
Oh God. Scotty shook. An earthquake rumbled in the deepest depths of him, helped along by Zander’s words.
“Push back on it for me. Let me see that hole swallow me down.”
Scotty leaned forward on his shoulders, bringing his ass up higher, opening himself up wider so Zander could do with him as he wished. And when Zander pulled back, Scotty plunged down on him. “Fuck!” he cried out. “Oh God!” It should be a crime, this kinda pleasure. The force of it ripped the air out of his lungs.
In response, Zander rammed in and out of him while he kept up the commentary. “Goddamn, that’s what I like to see. Fuck yeah. Dirty me up, baby.” He reached under Scotty’s writhing body, taking his dripping cock in hand for the first time, tugging, pulling on him none too gently as he pounded Scotty’s ass, battering his prostate.
Scotty’s soul left his body then. He blacked out, orgasm tearing through him like a train running off the tracks. He was lost, just a body for Zander to fuck, to rag doll as he pistoned in and out. Tears burned his eyes and poured down his cheeks and he loved it.
Loved every second of it.
Zander fucked him through the orgasm, then bit down on Scotty’s nape, hips jerking, movements suddenly uncoordinated, grip turning even more painful as he reached his peak with a curse.
When Scotty came back to awareness, Zander was limp on top of him, softened cock pulsing inside Scotty’s still clenching hole. A sound above them caught Scotty’s attention and he turned his head, catching sight of Vince standing at the back of the couch, watching them with a hand in his pants.
Scotty flashed him a tired, wobbly grin.
Vince winked.
And Zander rolled off Scotty with a grunt.
