Desire rushed in while he watched Leon take his costume apart to stand there naked and sullen with his hand moving over his dick. Reaction caught hold of him too easily and it was obvious despite his attempt to hold aloof for a moment longer. He could have told Leon that he didn't have any intention of throwing him out but the words were left inside him while he half crawled forward, making it to his feet halfway to Leon only to fall back to his knees when he reached him. The blue markings sprawled over the man's skin called to be licked over and he licked along one at Leon's thigh, following it up as far as he could before Leon's arm blocked him. Holographic lights spun a galaxy into dizzying existence around the room and it felt as exaggerated as his costume.
Hand moving up Leon's leg, he stared at the man's prick while it was caught between his fingers and his ribs closed in on rearranging organs, the need that twisted around them smothering him. The space between them was tense and he inhaled the tension into him until every muscle inside him ached with it. "Maybe I will watch." The decision pulled him back, the familiarity between them feeling like a disease, following while he walked to the egg chair across the room and slid into it. He pulled a knee toward him, his foot against the edge of the chair, and finding Leon's eyes was too easy. He reached into the dipping opening of his outfit at the chest. It bared his skin down to mid torso between glittered silver and he let his skin crawl over it in a mockery of Leon's hand on his prick. The need to rile the other man up didn't take away from the desire to jerk himself off to the sight of Leon too but it felt too much like giving in.
"You're supposed to be keeping my attention on you," he said, nevermind that Leon had never said he would or that Matt wouldn't have been able to look away even if Leon had just stood there and only stared back.
He thought of moving away again when Matt approached him but in the end he didn't, he let him come and get on his knees again and lick his way up one of lines of blue war paint, holding himself tense and stoic as though it was a torture to be born while his fingers ran unceasing over his cock. His ribs expanded and contracted in unsteady breath. He felt enormous and swelled, lust pressing out against his skin until it was too tight and chafing on his body, his blood running hot from the drink and from the nearness of this other man before he backed away to the chair. Leon stared back at him, watching his fingers edge under the bright costume, caught by the sight of him reclined and idle in the chair.
Matt's attention felt like something he wanted but he still said, "Fuck you," in an even voice. "I'm not putting on a show for you." His thumb pressed into the head of his cock, circling. His eyelids lowered. And in spite of what he'd said he found himself stepping back to the bed and climbing onto it on hands and knees. He moved up to the pillows and turned over onto his back, reclining with his hand around his prick again, head falling back with eyes closed.
"I thought of what it would be like if I fought a war and won you," he told the man without looking at him, because the way he was painted made him think of violence, of men dying at the end of his sword, of a primitive sort of justice that made a conquered people into spoils of war. "How you'd be a fucking prize for me." His eyes opened and he looked at Matt and thought of holding this man down to plunder him and pillage him, to break him beneath his hands; his cock twitched in his fingers. "Get over here and let's pretend. I know how you like games."
There was something tantalizing about Leon's suggestion but he didn't move yet. He memorized the sight of him against the pillows instead, meeting Leon's eyes when the man looked his way. "If you won me a war prize I wouldn't be very cooperative," he pointed out. "I should be trying to escape instead. Maybe I could try cutting your dick off if you got too close." He didn't have a knife though, which made this nothing more than fanciful thoughts.
Leaning in, his foot dropped back to the ground and he gripped the edge of the chair while scooting forward in it. "What are you going to do about it if I just leave you here?" It was his room but there were other rooms. He moved easily to his feet but instead of going to the bed or to the door, he went to the dresser and lit another cigarette. "I guess I could stay to find a weakness in you."
There was a pause. "I usually play games where I have a chance of winning, not ones where I've already lost." And he was always losing when it came to Leon so the game didn't have a fucking point. Sucking down the nicotine in the cigarette as if he hadn't smoked for days, he shrugged out of the top part of his outfit, slipping out of the arms to let them drop down around his waist. He couldn't focus enough with the holographic lights and the only real way to take in the full hit of how Leon looked against his pillows was stepping in close.
Eyes slitted, he watched Matt get to his feet and go to the dresser and light up, his gaze following the motion of the cigarette to the man's mouth. "If you fought me I'd tie your wrists and your ankles and carry you to my bed over my shoulder." He wanted to go to the other man and take the cigarette from his mouth and suck the taste of him from the end of the filter but he stayed where he was, his breath tightening as he began to lift hips into the motion of his hand. "I'd gag you and fuck you on your knees and tell you you weren't worth my sword, just my cock."
He barely knew what he was saying. The words meant nothing anyway with the drink in his blood and the sight of Matt standing there looking back at him, edging closer like he couldn't keep away. They were out of place with the room and Matt's costume and every bright trapping that lay between them, his fantasy the thing that didn't belong. He should have laid there and jerked himself off and let Matt come to him, but when the man drew closer he found himself letting go and pushing himself off the mattress, getting to his feet again in fluid unhurried motion. "Come on." His voice was low and he took a step towards Matt like he was hunting him. "Start a fight with me and let's see what happens."
There was something dangerous to watching Leon too closely. The cigarette smoldered between his fingers, brought to his mouth while the man jerked himself off as if there were nothing else worth existing for but sexual gratification. It didn't seem to matter enough that Leon was drunk, it just made it more exciting. The way the man could turn him on with just a handful of words was embarrassing but that was just a motion too. "Except that's my bed, not yours," he pointed out. The way the lights played against Leon's skin was almost nauseating but he didn't look away. "Maybe you're the one that's been caught instead."
It was on the tip of his tongue to refuse to play but he'd been playing before Leon brought it up. Everything between them was one game blending into another and the rules were always as fickle as the settings. He almost took a step back when Leon rose from the bed and stopped himself.
The seconds felt like they were ticking by too slowly while he watched Leon step close and he knew it was stupid to fall into physical force when Leon was stronger than him, but he aimed a punch for the man's jaw anyway. The sword was still propped against the bed and it felt like a good thing to turn to, disorientation still caught in the fake stars but like a wild rush, his cigarette taken between his fingers.
The drink in him made him clumsy, but not enough that he couldn't sidestep the punch and move in while Matt was reaching for the sword, seizing his wrist and dragging him away from it. He caught his other arm too, spinning him around, the motion disorienting and he shoved the man towards the bed in uncoordinated motion, stepping too close to breathe the scent of cigarette smoke from his skin. "If I've been caught you should have tied me. It's too easy to turn on you." He shoved Matt down to the mattress, crawled on top of him and felt like taunting him with their physical differences, with how easy it was to manipulate the other man. How Matt resented him for it. "Now it's too late and you're going to get fucked."
He leaned in to lick briefly at the man's mouth, pushing his naked cock into his stomach. He wanted to tear the clothes off of him but there was time for that, they had all night. He wanted to hobble his wrists and ankles too, just like he'd threatened, but it meant finding something to tie him with first and in the meantime he let Matt's wrists go and sat upright over him and wrapped a hand lightly around his throat instead. "Is that all you have? I'm going to tie you down before I fuck you so you can just lay there if you'd rather let me."
His cigarette slipped when Leon pulled him away from the sword. His breath caught painfully and, even if the holographic lights hadn't been too useless to see anything, it would have been impossible to find where it'd fallen when the world spun and he was pushed to the bed. His back hit the mattress and Leon was weighing him down to the bed like a shackle that he couldn't free himself from. He did resent him then, every fucking second that passed.
But more than anything he disliked how easily he could feel the man in his quickening pulse, the shiver of need that dragged itself into existence. He bucked against Leon in an attempt to rid himself of the way the man's prick pushed against him and worked like a reminder of how pervasive lust was to everything between them but it was so hard to get this man out of his head once he was there. It was only when Leon pulled away that he could breathe again, even with the hand around his throat, and he stared up at him without wanting to see him.
"You haven't tied me down either." His hand closed around Leon's prick and he gripped it painfully, threatening. This night felt like a series of stumbles but then commercial holidays seemed designed to infect people with a taint of the incredulous. "Tell me how you're going to fuck me once I tear your dick off." If there'd been a knife at hand maybe it would have felt less like a wild threat but the bed was all sheets and them.
Matt's hand tightened around him, too hard to be anything but painful; his jaw shifted but he still moved his hips and pushed deliberately into the grasp as though to slide through it, fuck his fingers. He straightened above him, leaning his weight a little into his outstretched arm, pinning the man to the mattress by his throat, his fingers tightening. Only a little, though, nothing like Matt's grip on him. He grunted and grasped after his hand to pry it off him, finger by finger. "If you tore my dick off I'd still find something to shove into you." The words were thick, desire stroking through him as his eyes moved caressingly over the man beneath him. "Maybe I'd fuck you with the sword hilt."
He shoved Matt's hands away abruptly and got off the bed, backed away from him. There wasn't any magic to this, there was only the hotel playing its games and everything between them, from the blue lines painted over his skin to the glittering costume Matt wore, felt like a cheap joke at their expense. The man on the bed was what he wanted and nothing more. He didn't stay away for long. He found the belt he had discarded on the floor, its warm smoothness sliding through his fingers as he lifted it.
There might have been ropes in the drawers, probably yards and yards of them. They weren't part of the game, though. His eyes hadn't left Matt since he'd gotten off the bed; he moved back towards him now, the belt hanging from his fist as he slid onto the mattress again.
The world expanded and constricted painfully like his lungs as soon as Leon let go. He shoved himself off his back while Leon moved off the bed, still feeling how he'd been held by the throat as the intent had been burned on his skin. Rubbing at a spot the man's fingers had dug into, Matt stared at him. "I'd rather be fucked by the sword than by you." And it was so fucking easy to say anything as long as it wasn't the truth, as long as it had a chance of leaving some kind of mark. It was the only way he could hurt Leon in moments like this because he'd never been good at overturning Leon when all he had to use against him was himself. Watching the man pick up the belt sent apprehension racing through him and he dragged himself to the other side of the bed, slipping off while Leon climbed on.
It was running away and he didn't care. He could imagine being tied up with the belt and the image did nothing but flood him with lust but it also sent him back in time. The last time Leon had tied him up he'd taken him apart and Matt wasn't reconciled with letting Leon back inside of him like that. If he were being truthful he would be able to admit the man had never left his mind, that he was still the disease rotting away every thought and action, but he'd rather hold on to the lie for now. "I'm not going to let you tie me up." The steps leading to the door felt blind and he wanted to leave Leon furious and unsated but he also wanted the man's mouth against his again.
"Come back here." For a few moments he stayed still atop the mattress and only his eyes moved, following every step Matt took. He edged towards the door like he meant to leave but Leon didn't really think he would. There was too much of this thing between them, this gravity always pulling them together. No matter which one of them flirted at abandoning the other they always came back. "I won't tie you up, then. I'll just fuck you." The words sounded like lies even as he said them, though. He wanted to restrain this man. It was Halloween and there was something about this night that breathed dark and twisted things, like the urge to hold Matt down by the throat.
He got off the bed, abandoning the belt on the mattress to dog Matt's steps across the room. Reaching the man at the door, he caught his wrists again before he could go for the knob and yanked him back against him. "I think you want me to tie you." His mouth searched through the man's hair, tasting sweat and lust and ash. "Because it's so fucking good when you can't stop me from doing what I want." He brought Matt's wrists together, gripped them both in a single hand while the other wrapped lightly around his throat again. It pushed his head back and Leon's mouth found his jaw, his teeth setting in at the edge. "I treat you better than you treat me when you have me restrained. You know that."
He did but that didn't meant shit. There had never been a moment since they met that Matt hadn't wanted everything Leon offered. If the man had used the belt against him instead of threatening to tie him up with it, he would have wanted that too. The hand around his neck made him shiver with its insinuation but he wanted to feel it tighten again and force the breath out of him too. This game just wasn't bred for it and being restrained only reminded him of how Leon had taunted him to fight him. He jerked his wrists free and this time he aimed for the man's stomach, punching him once and then stepping closer to hit again, slipping around him to move to the table near them.
"I don't need you to fuck me either," he told Leon, licking at the lie with the sweat on his upper lip. Reaching the table, he snatched up a glass carafe and smashed it into pieces, half meaning to hit the other man with it, but he changed course at the last second and merely dragged a piece of the glass against Leon's neck, leaning in to lick after it. "But if you beg I might stay and watch you jerk yourself off for me again." Every second he stood here with Leon made him feel more and more out of control, restraint shredding itself under lust, but he held on to the remnants of it tightly.
The breath knocked out of his lungs was a painful feeling but he was already reaching for Matt even as he struck him again. It thinned in his throat, his lungs painfully squeezed as he stepped forward into the sharpness of the piece of glass, grasping blindly for the man's wrists again. "Fuck." The burn in his chest was anger but he had wanted to fight with this man. He didn't care where the glass sliced him open, either. "You don't just need me to fuck you, you want it all the time." He yanked Matt forward to kiss him, shove his mouth against his hard enough to smash teeth, bruise lips. "Every fucking moment you want my dick inside you."
It didn't matter how true the words were when every moment he wanted to be inside this man. When he could shove him struggling against the door and not care that he was bleeding when he crushed their mouths together again, yanking down the sleeves of his costume to tangle his arms in them. His hand fell and found Matt's dick through the shining fabric, cupping over it, squeezing it in his fingers. "You can't fight me off. All you can do is try and I'll still fuck you in the end." The heel of his hand rubbed against the man's cock, kneading into it and he licked at the corner of his mouth. "Let me suck you off and I promise I won't tie you up when I'm inside you."
The glass piece was still being gripped tightly when Leon caught his wrists and its edges dug into his fingers and bled out need. The way Leon's mouth pushed brutally against his almost destroyed whatever intention he might have had of holding back but the man's words were so fucking sure of themselves that they kept him from falling blindly into his desire for him. "I don't want you now." Shoved against the door, he could feel the absurdity of his words with Leon's hand on his cock over his clothes. The glass fell this time and his breath was sucked in noisily, sharply, his head hitting the door while the other man shoved his face in how much he did want him.
"I've already told you what I want from you." His hips bucked uncontrollably into Leon's touch and he arched away from the door in an attempt to untangle himself from the sleeves of his outfit, jerking it down so the top hung from around his waist. "If you put on a good enough show maybe I'll want your mouth on me but if you try to suck me off now I'll pull your eyes out of the sockets and eat them while they're hanging in place." The words were unsteady and he didn't know why the fuck he said them but he wondered despite it if Leon thought he might. He'd never worried about hurting this man, he'd fucking shot him, and the attempt to shove lust aside for resentment was driving him insane. Leon was right. He wanted him every fucking moment.
"Fuck you." He twisted Matt's hair in his fingers and kissed him again, sucking on his tongue and the taste of lust. The words were brutal and he knew the violence this man was capable of but he felt reckless now. "I want you taking every fucking thing I care to give you. Try to tear my eyes out when your hands are behind your back and I'm bending you over the bed with my cock in you."
Grasp kept slipping, the man fighting between his body and the door but he was a wall that wouldn't let him shove away no matter what he did. It was easy to just take hold of him again and keep him pinned with his weight, to shove his wrists up against the door as he kissed him. And maybe it would have felt wrong if he hadn't been so fucking sure of what Matt wanted. Maybe it was a sick kind of arrogance and maybe he had become something so much uglier than what he'd been when he'd first met this man, to be capable of doing this, dragging him away from the door, shoving him down to the bed again.
Every time this man brutalized him he wanted to tear him apart in return and make him admit that he wanted all of it. He grabbed the belt, dragging Matt's wrists together behind his back and lashing them together. His hips were seated behind the man's, straddling his thighs and he rocked forward into his ass, rubbing his cock against him.
The shove sent him hard to the mattress and even catching his fall was a meaningless gesture when he ended with his face on the sheets anyway, his arms caught and pulled behind him. He wasn't surprised at the belt wrapping around his wrists but it didn't change his attempt to pull them free until the moment that it was too late. "I only take what I want from you. I don't know why you'd think it'd ever be anything else." Tall fucking words when he was already pinned down the bed. He glanced back at Leon but that didn't help and he let his head drop back to the mattress, hips twisting slightly, and it wasn't much of an attempt to get away anymore. Leon's prick dragged against his ass and he was muttering obscenities to the sheets. "Let my arms go."
Time was the thud of blood in his head and the way Leon had taken his response earlier and thrown it away took more and more figurative ground from under his feet. His attempts at holding on to some form of control over himself were laughable when he didn't know how to actually want this to stop. Each drag of the man's dick against him went to his own and it was so desperate to want someone this way. "Leon," he started and then fell silent.
"Give me one reason." He pulled against one of Matt's wrists to test the restraint he'd made of the belt. It wasn't coming loose anytime soon. He calmed as he stared at the man beneath him, eyes wandering over his back, hands sliding down the sides of his ribcage. His. Every part of him belonging to Leon and even the way he'd begun to say his name and then stopped made him ache with this sense of possession. His fingers hooked in the costume around his waist and as he slid back he dragged it down, over his hips and his legs, letting it fall off the edge of the bed. His fingers dug into the man's hip and Leon sat behind him and kneed his thighs apart.
He erection throbbed and he laid it along the crack of his ass and rubbed against him, taunting. It looked obscenely swollen and he wanted to split this man apart with it, push it in him deep enough to destroy him. His fingers dented the skin of his ass and he pulled him apart to expose his asshole, wrapping himself in hand to guide the head of his cock; he watched it disappear slowly into the man's hole, spreading him, gritting his teeth at the tightness of him. "Fuck," he muttered, both hands going to Matt's hips, dragging him back to impale him. He started to fuck him slowly, getting his knees beneath him as he rocked his hips.
Hand moving up Leon's leg, he stared at the man's prick while it was caught between his fingers and his ribs closed in on rearranging organs, the need that twisted around them smothering him. The space between them was tense and he inhaled the tension into him until every muscle inside him ached with it. "Maybe I will watch." The decision pulled him back, the familiarity between them feeling like a disease, following while he walked to the egg chair across the room and slid into it. He pulled a knee toward him, his foot against the edge of the chair, and finding Leon's eyes was too easy. He reached into the dipping opening of his outfit at the chest. It bared his skin down to mid torso between glittered silver and he let his skin crawl over it in a mockery of Leon's hand on his prick. The need to rile the other man up didn't take away from the desire to jerk himself off to the sight of Leon too but it felt too much like giving in.
"You're supposed to be keeping my attention on you," he said, nevermind that Leon had never said he would or that Matt wouldn't have been able to look away even if Leon had just stood there and only stared back.
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Matt's attention felt like something he wanted but he still said, "Fuck you," in an even voice. "I'm not putting on a show for you." His thumb pressed into the head of his cock, circling. His eyelids lowered. And in spite of what he'd said he found himself stepping back to the bed and climbing onto it on hands and knees. He moved up to the pillows and turned over onto his back, reclining with his hand around his prick again, head falling back with eyes closed.
"I thought of what it would be like if I fought a war and won you," he told the man without looking at him, because the way he was painted made him think of violence, of men dying at the end of his sword, of a primitive sort of justice that made a conquered people into spoils of war. "How you'd be a fucking prize for me." His eyes opened and he looked at Matt and thought of holding this man down to plunder him and pillage him, to break him beneath his hands; his cock twitched in his fingers. "Get over here and let's pretend. I know how you like games."
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Leaning in, his foot dropped back to the ground and he gripped the edge of the chair while scooting forward in it. "What are you going to do about it if I just leave you here?" It was his room but there were other rooms. He moved easily to his feet but instead of going to the bed or to the door, he went to the dresser and lit another cigarette. "I guess I could stay to find a weakness in you."
There was a pause. "I usually play games where I have a chance of winning, not ones where I've already lost." And he was always losing when it came to Leon so the game didn't have a fucking point. Sucking down the nicotine in the cigarette as if he hadn't smoked for days, he shrugged out of the top part of his outfit, slipping out of the arms to let them drop down around his waist. He couldn't focus enough with the holographic lights and the only real way to take in the full hit of how Leon looked against his pillows was stepping in close.
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He barely knew what he was saying. The words meant nothing anyway with the drink in his blood and the sight of Matt standing there looking back at him, edging closer like he couldn't keep away. They were out of place with the room and Matt's costume and every bright trapping that lay between them, his fantasy the thing that didn't belong. He should have laid there and jerked himself off and let Matt come to him, but when the man drew closer he found himself letting go and pushing himself off the mattress, getting to his feet again in fluid unhurried motion. "Come on." His voice was low and he took a step towards Matt like he was hunting him. "Start a fight with me and let's see what happens."
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It was on the tip of his tongue to refuse to play but he'd been playing before Leon brought it up. Everything between them was one game blending into another and the rules were always as fickle as the settings. He almost took a step back when Leon rose from the bed and stopped himself.
The seconds felt like they were ticking by too slowly while he watched Leon step close and he knew it was stupid to fall into physical force when Leon was stronger than him, but he aimed a punch for the man's jaw anyway. The sword was still propped against the bed and it felt like a good thing to turn to, disorientation still caught in the fake stars but like a wild rush, his cigarette taken between his fingers.
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He leaned in to lick briefly at the man's mouth, pushing his naked cock into his stomach. He wanted to tear the clothes off of him but there was time for that, they had all night. He wanted to hobble his wrists and ankles too, just like he'd threatened, but it meant finding something to tie him with first and in the meantime he let Matt's wrists go and sat upright over him and wrapped a hand lightly around his throat instead. "Is that all you have? I'm going to tie you down before I fuck you so you can just lay there if you'd rather let me."
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But more than anything he disliked how easily he could feel the man in his quickening pulse, the shiver of need that dragged itself into existence. He bucked against Leon in an attempt to rid himself of the way the man's prick pushed against him and worked like a reminder of how pervasive lust was to everything between them but it was so hard to get this man out of his head once he was there. It was only when Leon pulled away that he could breathe again, even with the hand around his throat, and he stared up at him without wanting to see him.
"You haven't tied me down either." His hand closed around Leon's prick and he gripped it painfully, threatening. This night felt like a series of stumbles but then commercial holidays seemed designed to infect people with a taint of the incredulous. "Tell me how you're going to fuck me once I tear your dick off." If there'd been a knife at hand maybe it would have felt less like a wild threat but the bed was all sheets and them.
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He shoved Matt's hands away abruptly and got off the bed, backed away from him. There wasn't any magic to this, there was only the hotel playing its games and everything between them, from the blue lines painted over his skin to the glittering costume Matt wore, felt like a cheap joke at their expense. The man on the bed was what he wanted and nothing more. He didn't stay away for long. He found the belt he had discarded on the floor, its warm smoothness sliding through his fingers as he lifted it.
There might have been ropes in the drawers, probably yards and yards of them. They weren't part of the game, though. His eyes hadn't left Matt since he'd gotten off the bed; he moved back towards him now, the belt hanging from his fist as he slid onto the mattress again.
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It was running away and he didn't care. He could imagine being tied up with the belt and the image did nothing but flood him with lust but it also sent him back in time. The last time Leon had tied him up he'd taken him apart and Matt wasn't reconciled with letting Leon back inside of him like that. If he were being truthful he would be able to admit the man had never left his mind, that he was still the disease rotting away every thought and action, but he'd rather hold on to the lie for now. "I'm not going to let you tie me up." The steps leading to the door felt blind and he wanted to leave Leon furious and unsated but he also wanted the man's mouth against his again.
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He got off the bed, abandoning the belt on the mattress to dog Matt's steps across the room. Reaching the man at the door, he caught his wrists again before he could go for the knob and yanked him back against him. "I think you want me to tie you." His mouth searched through the man's hair, tasting sweat and lust and ash. "Because it's so fucking good when you can't stop me from doing what I want." He brought Matt's wrists together, gripped them both in a single hand while the other wrapped lightly around his throat again. It pushed his head back and Leon's mouth found his jaw, his teeth setting in at the edge. "I treat you better than you treat me when you have me restrained. You know that."
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"I don't need you to fuck me either," he told Leon, licking at the lie with the sweat on his upper lip. Reaching the table, he snatched up a glass carafe and smashed it into pieces, half meaning to hit the other man with it, but he changed course at the last second and merely dragged a piece of the glass against Leon's neck, leaning in to lick after it. "But if you beg I might stay and watch you jerk yourself off for me again." Every second he stood here with Leon made him feel more and more out of control, restraint shredding itself under lust, but he held on to the remnants of it tightly.
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It didn't matter how true the words were when every moment he wanted to be inside this man. When he could shove him struggling against the door and not care that he was bleeding when he crushed their mouths together again, yanking down the sleeves of his costume to tangle his arms in them. His hand fell and found Matt's dick through the shining fabric, cupping over it, squeezing it in his fingers. "You can't fight me off. All you can do is try and I'll still fuck you in the end." The heel of his hand rubbed against the man's cock, kneading into it and he licked at the corner of his mouth. "Let me suck you off and I promise I won't tie you up when I'm inside you."
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"I've already told you what I want from you." His hips bucked uncontrollably into Leon's touch and he arched away from the door in an attempt to untangle himself from the sleeves of his outfit, jerking it down so the top hung from around his waist. "If you put on a good enough show maybe I'll want your mouth on me but if you try to suck me off now I'll pull your eyes out of the sockets and eat them while they're hanging in place." The words were unsteady and he didn't know why the fuck he said them but he wondered despite it if Leon thought he might. He'd never worried about hurting this man, he'd fucking shot him, and the attempt to shove lust aside for resentment was driving him insane. Leon was right. He wanted him every fucking moment.
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Grasp kept slipping, the man fighting between his body and the door but he was a wall that wouldn't let him shove away no matter what he did. It was easy to just take hold of him again and keep him pinned with his weight, to shove his wrists up against the door as he kissed him. And maybe it would have felt wrong if he hadn't been so fucking sure of what Matt wanted. Maybe it was a sick kind of arrogance and maybe he had become something so much uglier than what he'd been when he'd first met this man, to be capable of doing this, dragging him away from the door, shoving him down to the bed again.
Every time this man brutalized him he wanted to tear him apart in return and make him admit that he wanted all of it. He grabbed the belt, dragging Matt's wrists together behind his back and lashing them together. His hips were seated behind the man's, straddling his thighs and he rocked forward into his ass, rubbing his cock against him.
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Time was the thud of blood in his head and the way Leon had taken his response earlier and thrown it away took more and more figurative ground from under his feet. His attempts at holding on to some form of control over himself were laughable when he didn't know how to actually want this to stop. Each drag of the man's dick against him went to his own and it was so desperate to want someone this way. "Leon," he started and then fell silent.
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He erection throbbed and he laid it along the crack of his ass and rubbed against him, taunting. It looked obscenely swollen and he wanted to split this man apart with it, push it in him deep enough to destroy him. His fingers dented the skin of his ass and he pulled him apart to expose his asshole, wrapping himself in hand to guide the head of his cock; he watched it disappear slowly into the man's hole, spreading him, gritting his teeth at the tightness of him. "Fuck," he muttered, both hands going to Matt's hips, dragging him back to impale him. He started to fuck him slowly, getting his knees beneath him as he rocked his hips.
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