There was something primitive in what he wore, savage in an ancient way, and it reminded him vaguely of a time when he'd been a warrior for a crowd's entertainment but he'd had armor to put on back then, nothing as little as this. The loincloth, the sandals, the leather stitched around his waist where a sword was buckled, some crude thing from ages gone, made of bronze. Where his skin was bare it was painted in blue, war markings in a language of symbols he didn't speak
( ... )
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
( ... )
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
( ... )
"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
( ... )
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
( ... )
"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
( ... )
"Asking you to is a reason of its own," he answered, his thoughts struggling while Leon's hands slid down his sides. Every touch felt like another temptation to fall and bit on the inside of his cheek to keep from begging the man to keep touching him. The belt was still excruciating but for different reasons, the familiarity something clinging, even in the way Leon spread him apart to bare him for his eyes. And he could feel them on him in the way lust jerked through him and left him choking on the desire to tell Leon to keep touching him. He started to say the other man's name again but Leon was already pushing into him and his skin was crawling with an awareness of the man that made every breath ache in his lungs. He pushed his face hard against the sheets but it didn't matter when Leon pulled him suddenly back into him, warping sensation and swear, his surprise bitten into the sheets with the burn of the man's cock earning another round of obscenities that were breathed out, choked on
( ... )
The muffled swears earned him a hard thrust of his hips, everything in him alive and burning and wanting every filthy inch of this man, every obscenity, every fucked up desire. "You won't forget," he told him thickly as he watched the man writhe on the sheets beneath him. "Because I always know what you want before you do. All I have to do is drag it out of you
( ... )
It was hard to be anything but malleable under Leon's touch. The man shoved deep into him and remade him completely, leaving everything inside out. Closing his eyes to the rest of the room felt imperative and soon it was just each thrust of the man's dick in him leaving him raw and exposed. It went in too deep inside him and the sound of his voice was weighed down and torn into by how it felt to be possessed. It was impossible for this to be anything but possession and his hips rocked forward in an attempt to make it a little more bearable but there wasn't anything close to bearable between them
( ... )
He wasn't about to undo anything. He wasn't letting this man go. The muttered words were ignored as he kept pushing harder, attempting to go deeper as though there could be no limit to how much of this man he could invade, he could violate and fuck. Hands holding his hips, breath shoving hard between his teeth, deeper and deeper. He wanted to push through him forever. There was something brutal and wrong about every effort to tear at the seams of him by getting as deep into him as he could, as though he might mold and reshape him into a creature of pure need, desperate for his cock. Lost to Leon's want as though nothing else mattered
( ... )
It was hard to find enough steadiness around him to pull into his lungs. There was too much that smothered instead and he felt how fucking deep the man had fucked him as soon as Leon let go and left him with his ass in the air and the traces of their fuck inside him. The disorder around them was still there and these useless actions he chased after felt all useless. They didn't lead anywhere new, they sunk him into the quicksand of this relationship instead, and the thought of moving was nauseous but he hated how easily Leon told him what to do and his knees slid on the mattress, digging in hard before he moved off them
( ... )
"It's always the same bullshit." The leather cuffs were too modern-looking but they would have to do. It was better than silk rope in any case. He turned back to find that Matt had freed a hand and was jerking himself off, still lying across the mattress and he went to him and tossed the cuffs onto the bed and slid in smoothly behind him. "And it's always the same game. We just play it over and over. Sometimes I lose, sometimes you lose
( ... )
He looked back at Leon while he moved behind him but there wasn't any use to responding when everything Leon said was true. He was easily absorbed by the contact between them, his thoughts seeping away, and it felt too hard to separate what was him and what was this man when he was caught in him like this. Whether this was a continuation of before or wanting him more, it didn't matter enough while Leon's hand dictated the motion of his own and reminded him of the reasons why he took steps back away when it got too overwhelming between them. He wanted to lean against him and not feel anything else but the yoke of Leon's interest
( ... )
His teeth dug in again when Matt came like he wanted to drink in the pleasure, his hand working Matt's hand hard over his cock. It was another mess to leave on the bed where they'd already smeared all the traces of themselves, grappling and fucking, and for a while he lay still just to feel it and to feel what Matt was like after coming. He was swelled again, his cock shoved against the man's thigh. He gripped him in secure arms, implacable hands, keeping them together while he sucked patiently at the bruise he'd bitten into the skin of his neck to darken it
( ... )
He went too easily but then he always did. There was always something viciously dark about being tied up, the helplessness that came with it, and he could never get enough of the filth involved with this man. Or maybe it was the filth of the world in general. The hotel seemed so disconnected from the world he remembered but it was the same filth, perhaps drawn out, as if the thoughts he had here were only the echoes of the ones he'd had before. He'd never acted on them there but he'd grown up with consequence written on the walls. If he didn't do anything here he'd go insane, the stretches of days losing themselves in the inactivity and the hopelessness of lust
( ... )
Maybe he had wanted it, maybe it wasn't enough to have lust pulled out of him in such agonizing ways until it felt like there would be nothing left of him. Maybe torture was something he needed too, pain to rip up his insides and leave a mess of him where a man had once been. But maybe it was Matt's certainty playing with his mind, inventing need, bringing things swelled and bloated and ugly out of the darkness and forcing them into Leon with implications of how good it was, how much he wanted it. He didn't know. He didn't know how much of his mind was his anymore or how much of it was this man's to fuck with and use. His hand caressed his hair and he caught Matt as he twisted away from him, patiently, to pull him back
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