Dark Cravings

Subdued Emotions

This is the second part of the one-shot posted in "Dark Fantasies"

Warnings:

non-con elements

BxB

forced fuck

rough s*x.

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We’re a flurry of limbs when we enter my place, clothes torn and pants barely holding onto our hips in a semblance of hiding modesty. My lips and teeth never leave his skin. I don’t know how the fucker is so f*****g sweet but he is and now that I’ve had a taste, I’m an addict.

I press him against my door once I close it, l*****g into his mouth before dragging my lips lower, wrapping them around his Adam’s apple and adding another hickey to the collection I’ve given him over his shoulders and neck.

“Draco…” he even sounds like a little girl now, crooning as if that will get him what he wants. I find myself chuckling in his neck as I do quick work of ridding him of his trousers. His long fingers desperately hold on to me as I pick him off the ground. “I’m gonna fall… you’re going to drop me, d-dude,” he rasps, throat too f****d from my fingers and tongue to sound anything but not sexy.

I chuckle at the idiocy. As if I’ll ever let him fall. I inhale against his skin as I press my nose behind his ear causing him to shiver “You think my muscles are as weak as yours?” I nip at his skin as I carry him to my bed.

“Hey! That’s f*****g disrespectful! I could take you down in a fight any day,” he really sounds so sure of himself, as if he isn’t the one who got forced f****d in a car by his supposedly best friend and I actually laugh at the incredibility of the situation, pressing him harder against me a moment later.

“Oh, so this is all an act then? You’re just desperate for c**k and acting like I’m r****g you just to fulfil your stupid fantasies?” I growl into his neck as I push him into my mattress, rutting against his c**k. His body, his scent, the way he f*****g feels under me is so f*****g addictive. I don’t think I would ever be able to find a fix.

“What… ah! f**k… W-what are you talking about?” He pushes at my chest, trying to make me let go but I’m too persistent, ripping his already torn shirt off his shoulders so that I can suck on his pretty pink buds. It didn’t go unnoticed by me that where I was hard and rough, Theo was soft and fragile. All porcelain skin and lean limbs, carrying himself like a god-forsaken model. I notice now that his skin is easily bruised, just one hard nip and it turns pink under my teeth, turning a soft blue shade a while later.

I wrap my fingers around his throat, liking the bruises I left there very much before I pull off him all the while keeping him pressed against the bed. I study the indentations my fingers left on his hips when I drove into him earlier and I feel a furious type of possessiveness roll into me. “How many men have you f****d, huh? Keeping me away, acting like you aren’t gay while you begged for others to give it to you?” I don’t know where the words come from but I see the moment Theo’s eyes lose the vulnerability under me, hardening into stone. I regret my words the moment I say them because he’s suddenly furious, debauched face, and pretty locks in disarray, he gives me his characteristic death stare.

I want to tell him I always found him as scary as a kitten with that face on, but he is driving his fist into my cheek the next moment.

The unexpectedness of the attack catches me off guard, causing me to roll off him when he pushes at my chest and rushes for the door, my cheek and heart sting in rejection as I watch him move away. “f*****g hell! What was I even thinking… giving myself to you?! b****y bastard,” he shouts at me from the door before picking up my discarded shirt. He’s hastily putting on my shirt, the garments too large on his lean body, crashing against his thighs in dark waves.

His fingers push his hair off his delicate but now closed-off face, “Can’t help yourself without running your mouth! Always spewing f*****g bullshit!” He sneers at me and I find my temper flaring.

I hate that he does this every f*****g time! He thinks I’m irrelevant. My words are irrelevant because I’m always mad. It makes me think we’ll wake up tomorrow morning and he will put this night behind us, playing best friends with me all over again.

Fucking hell.

I grind my teeth as I get up, stalking him “what did you f*****g say?” I hiss and he’s quick to turn, thinking he can escape me as he rushes to the entrance. I grind my teeth, squeezing at my nose bridge before I run after him.

The bastard f*****g thinks he can outrun me.

I catch him before he can turn the knob, pushing him up against the door all over again, but this time his back faces me as I press him harder into the door. He pushes back against me, grunting. “You’ve gone f*****g mad, Draco,” He swings at me but I’m quick to trap his wrists above his head, holding him captive, “let me go, you fucker!” He trashes hard but I hold him down, pressing him harder against the door.

“I’ve been told,” I bite his earlobe, closing in on his struggling limbs, “You’re going no-f*****g-where until I have my fill of you!” I bite the back of his neck, possibly breaking the delicate skin as I ground my c**k harder against him. “You want that, isn’t that why you’ve been begging for it like a s**t?” I hold his wrists in one hand so that I can wrap my fingers around his throat, choking him meanly.

“I f*****g hate you!?” He starts thrashing around all at my words, trying to slip free of my hold and I’ve f*****g had enough. Why won’t he let me have him? Why be so f*****g unreasonable? I force his arms down, pushing them against his back and holding them tight before tugging off my jeans hastily. I spit into my palm and wrap it around my c**k, pumping hard and fast as I gather saliva in my mouth, spitting it heavily against his c***k. My c*m still leaks steadily out of his hole, reminding me how hard I took him earlier. He thrashes harder.

Deeming his hole loose enough from earlier, I push into him to the hilt. Filling him up to the brim and suddenly, he stills. “Won’t let you hate me for long, baby,” I bite meanly at the skin of his throat as I start thrusting into him, banging him hard against the door.

He groans, pressing his forehead against the wood when I lick into his ear, “f*****g psychopath,” he moans the insult out and it arouses me as much as it makes me mad. With each thrust, I push him higher against the door until he is pressed flush against the wooden surface, on his tiptoes as he takes it. I’m sure his c**k is rubbing roughly against the polished wood and that pleases me immensely. Maybe I should cut that c**k off, and throw it away because once I’m done with him, he won’t be able to f**k it into anyone again.

“Only for you,” I profess angrily and he moans brokenly, his hole wrapping around me like a vice. I let go of his hands now that he isn’t moving around like a crazy person and his hands are quick to press against the door, trying to lessen the severity of my thrusts as he moans his pretty c**k off, and I don’t know how he can anger and endear me at the same time.

I slip the fingers of one hand into his mouth, hooking it against his cheek so he can turn his face towards me. His eyes are red with tears, blue and f*****g gorgeous, his pink mouth bruised as he sucks at my fingers like a good boy.

Bloody perfect motherfucker.

“Good boy. Stick your tongue out,” I order, trapping his tongue between my fingers as I pump them in his mouth, drool dripping all over his chin and neck. He’s debauched and it’s f*****g sexy.

He’s quick to obey, making me almost smile when I see his tongue enter my line of vision the next second. I pump my fingers into his throat a few times, making him gag just to spite him before I slip them out and welcome his tongue into my mouth for a rough kiss.

I suck hard on his tongue as I pump into him, causing him to jump every time and he’s just so addicting, he makes it hard to f*****g let go of him. His moans are muffled under my mouth as I practically plow him into the door.

Grasping him around his neck, I guide him toward the dinner table. With my anger lowered, I realized he must be extremely uncomfortable against the door. I bend him quickly over the wooden table, my hips moving faster and harder every moment and the drag is becoming a little dry, but it’s good nonetheless.

I suck at my thumb, wetting it before hooking it against his a*s alongside my c**k. It welcomes me easily as I pull at his hole, spitting into it before pumping it hard in rhythm with my c**k. He’s practically screaming at this point and did I mention, he’s f*****g perfect? He’s making me lose my mind mewling like a kitten.

I reach forward to pinch his n*****s, driving into him so hard that the table pushes against the floor. “Come on, pretty. Come for me, give it to me,” I lick the perspiration off his nape before I bite the delicate skin, feeling my c****x close in just as he tightens around me and orgasms all over my dining table.

I pull back quickly, not letting myself c*m as I move him off the table and push him onto his knees, grasping his pretty blonde hair and bringing his flushed face against my c**k. “Yes, yes, yes baby! f**k, f*****g love it! Gimme those eyes! Gonna paint you in my c*m, won’t let you run away! Gonna keep you on my c**k all f*****g day so your little boy-p***y is filled every moment! s**t!” The mental image of his stomach bloated as my seed runs down his thighs sends me over the edge and I find myself coming all over his beautiful face. I groan tiredly as I push my c**k into his throat the very next moment, having him milk my seed with his throat as I hold him still.

“f*****g love you”

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