10
Troy
For the first time since him, Troy gave himself fully to a man. Offered up his body, and Silas took, his grip on Troy’s throat tightening enough that he moaned, uncaring if he passed out from the lack of oxygen.
And he hadn’t even needed vodka to cross that line. He craved Silas’s touch, felt oddly…safe in his hold. Any psychiatrist would have a field day with his past and present situation, the way he willingly gave into l**t, but Troy didn’t question.
He just existed in that moment…and it was damn good as Silas whispered nasty s**t against his ear, l*****g and nibbling his neck between words.
Silas’s hip bones bruised against his backside with every thrust, the jabs of his length rubbing over his prostate time and again, smearing pre-c*m all over the comforter beneath Troy.
