Let me be...

"What's your name?" Corey asks innocently as soon as he and his companion enter the hotel room.   The red-haired man laughs. "I'm sorry, angel. My name mustn't be known."   "How should I call you then?"   "However you want" he whispers into the other's ear, pushing him slowly against the door. "Dark is a good option."   The only lighting of the room comes from a small lamp on the nightstand. The taller, broader man knows the place very well. Many of his clients have hired him to f**k them in that exact same building, but none of the previous men were like Corey Wallcox.   Not only because he is foreign nor of a younger age, but also because he looks frightened at this point. Regret can be seen through his eyes and that almost makes him stop in his tracks and leave. However, Dark's voice melts his conviction.   "What do you want me to do?"   The blond guy lets the other kiss him, biting his lower lip as his body is held against a cold wooden surface. Corey isn't used to any of these things; but, in this moment, he can't think clearly.   The Irish man can hardly form sentences in his mind and will only speak if he's forced to do so, which is the case.   His doubtful and weak voice could easily be ignored in an open area. Nonetheless, the dark walls of the room keep it imprisoned only for the red haired man to hear.   "Make me feel something." he says firmly, avoiding eye contact.   Dark's smile fades away. He stands with a neutral expression, trying to read Corey's mind and failing miserably.   "Something like what?" he whispers, rising an eyebrow.   Corey closes his eyes, trying to find the proper words to explain his situation. However, there are no actual phrases that can help him right now. Only eight letters are needed to form what he whispers next.   "Anything."   With that said, a smile is drawn back on Dark's face. He doesn't understand what torments Corey is going through in a personal level and, honestly, he doesn't even care.  The only thing that matters to him is that he must f**k him, and he will f**k him hard.   "As you wish, angel."   Dark kisses Wallcox again, turning suddenly a little harsh. His knee rubs the other's crotch as his fingers are on his wrist, pressing his pale skin firmly underneath his hoodie. A soft groan escapes from Corey's throat, encouraging Dark to stop exploring his mouth with his tongue and lowering his wet lips to Corey's neck.   Even though the younger man knows this is not his best option, he doesn't dare to halt Dark because, deep inside, he wants him. Corey had never even thought of having s*x with a random guy, but he feels ok with the fact that the man in front of him is the one on charge of making him feel something tonight. For him, this is his first time.   The Irish man's pale skin is soon tinted with red hickeys.   When Dark finds a certain spot, Corey can't help but moan softly, gaining another sweet laugh from his companion.   The taller man presses the other's body harder against the wall, rubbing his member with one of his hands.   Corey's head lands on Dark's shoulder as his hands take a handful of the American's hair, pulling gently from it. He then bites Dark's skin after he squeezes his crotch, getting a groan in response.   Soon, the red-haired man gets tired of teasing his client and proceeds to push him on the bed roughly. Although his need and lust are fake, the other man cannot notice it. For him, this is his millionth time. Dark has learnt in time to pretend very well and that has also led him to believe in his own lies.   The clothes fall to the floor shortly after. The blue eyes can't look away from Dark's muscular body. It's not like they even tried though.   Meanwhile, the other man doesn't waste time in taking in the other's skinny figure, he simply lowers his head until his tongue licks the tip of his member.   Corey doesn't say a word through his lips. Instead, he lets the shaking of his body communicate the pleasure that floods his body.   "Suck." Dark demands with a deep, smooth voice; putting three fingers in Corey's mouth, who does as told immediately.   Dark quickly pulls his hand out and changes positions, turning Corey on the mattress, leaving him on his hands and knees.   All of these movements are mechanical, something Dark has memorized, something he could repeat any other night. But Corey is too immersed in darkness that he can just believe this time is different.   His mind is so broken that he has started thinking that this means something more than just s*x. He had only been f****d by a man he had loved. His definition of s*x had that deadly word in it; love. Something that had already destroyed him a thousand times, yet he always gave it the weapons to kill him in every opportunity it had.   Dark vanishes those thoughts by tightening his grip on his waist and pulling him against his crotch.   "Fuck." The Irish man curses under his breath, taking a handful of the sheets below him.   With every thrust Dark made, Corey would cling his nails deeper on the mattress.   Dark's hot c*m fills the condom that separates them as the other's sperm wets the sheets underneath their bodies.   The knot in Corey's stomach and the moans trapped in his throat tell him that he made the correct decision; he feels something.   Whatever that magician made with his wand worked. But for how long?   Dark gets dressed as always and follows the instructions Corey said before they even got to their hotel room, "Once you finish, take the money from my wallet."   After taking he object, he opens it. The money it contains is exactly the amount Dark asked for. He would normally take it and leave, but this time he stops by the reception and pays for the room before pushing the front door. The cold air makes him shiver as he looks back at the third floor of the building behind him with a smirk.   It was a night like any other for Dark. But Corey experienced something that made him feel alive, a sin he doesn't regret in the darkness, a spell that only breaks when the sunlight filters through the curtains, leaving behind emptiness and a filthy soul.