THIRD PERSON POV
Noah clawed at the surface beneath him, every muscle trembling as Arthur pounded into him with savage rhythm. His cries weren’t words anymore—just broken sounds, the raw music of being pushed beyond his limit and still craving more.
Arthur slowed only to drag his c**k almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside, then slamming back in with enough force to make Noah jolt forward. He repeated it again, again, each thrust harder, testing the strength of the bench.
“You feel that?” Arthur grunted, pulling Noah’s hair back so he could see their reflection again. “That’s me. Inside you. Owning you. No one else will ever f**k you like this.”
Noah, half-coherent, nodded frantically, his voice cracking. “No one—just you—f**k, Arthur—”
Arthur’s hand wrapped around Noah’s
