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FILLED Part 19

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Johnny looked beautifully pink, glowing, his eyes strangely bright, his body seemed too thin to contain the strength Evan knew lay within, too small to draw these feelings out of Evan. He felt-he was-out of control. He had both wanted this and not known what it would be like, and being here with Johnny was so far outside his comfort zone it was ridiculous. Evan lay back against the pillows (how many fucking pillows did Johnny sleep with?) catching his breath and staring at Johnny, who appeared to be doing the same. With the same fluid delicacy that had made him famous, Johnny moved to the bed, sitting with his legs tucked beside him next to Evan, caressing his chest with just his nails, letting the tips drag along Evan’s smooth skin. He could feel the craving for more in Evan, but this wasn’t hate sex, and they didn’t know each other’s bodies that well (okay, so they probably both knew every muscle, every injury, on the other’s body but that wasn’t the same) and Johnny knew that whatever Evan was wanting it was raw, rough, and with anyone but a finely tuned athletic machine, Johnny would probably just give it to him, but Evan’s body was a thing of perfection.

He looked straight at Evan with his piercing eyes. “Are you sure you want this? This is your last chance to back out.” He knew Evan wouldn’t, that he was being driven by whatever was sending the lust coursing through him, but he still wanted the reassurance.

Evan put a hand on Johnny’s thigh, sending that cascade of fantasies through him again, and said “yes, I’m sure. I’m not turning back.” With that, he pulled Johnny toward him and they kissed. It surprised them both that the kiss, while passionate, was not hard or hateful, or even particularly rough, it just was a seal of some kind of trust, that they were in this together, that they were doing their best to make this happen. Evan moaned as Johnny bit at the corner of his mouth and moved his hands around Johnny. Or rather he tried to, but Johnny grabbed his wrists like his hands were pincers, and pushed them over Evan’s head. He moved to straddle Evan, holding Evan’s hands pinned in one hand.

“No. I’m doing what I want to you, not what you want. You are not in control. I am in charge, and I will use you how I want.” Johnny’s eyes looked hard, his grip was steely, and with Johnny hovering over his uncovered, unprotected body, Evan was suddenly thrilled by the feeling of exposure. Johnny’s eyes raked over his body, then suddenly he had let go of Evan’s wrists and in a parody of the light touch of his nailtips earlier, he followed his eyes with his nails, digging into Evan’s skin from collar to groin, catching his right nipple, over his tattoo, ending by painfully pushing Evan’s legs apart so that Johnny can sit between them. Evan hissed at the sudden pain, but realized it still made him harder, it was making his whole body more sensitive, more on edge to not know what was happening, to not know if Johnny was going to be giving him pain or pleasure. As if to make his point, Johnny scooted down the bed to put his face at Evan’s waist. Without bothering to even look at Evan, he started licking his cock, lapping the precome, masterfully handling his balls. Without thinking about it, Evan’s hands threaded into Johnny’s silky curls, but not for long. Johnny whipped his head out then bit Evan’s inner thigh HARD, making Evan shout “FUCK Johnny, that hurt!”

“I told you not to touch me. That’s your warning.” Johnny ran his fingers over the mark he had just made, then kissed it. “I trust you’ll remember now?” Evan nodded, and decided to grab the comforter at his sides to keep his hands busy.