“I’m giving you what you wanted, after all.” To emphasize, Lam rolled his hips, squeezing around Brent’s cock seated inside him.
The man made a punched out sound.
Lam did it again, then pushed up with his legs and dropped back down, groaning when Brent’s cock rubbed up against his prostate.
It had been too long. This was good. Not perfect, but good enough for now. Good enough to scratch at that itch that always kept him up at night. Good enough to fall into as he rocked against Brent’s hips.
Lam’s knife lifted from Brent’s cheek to find his throat again. Fuck, he’d needed this. His eyes fluttered closed just a moment.
Just long enough to miss the headbutt coming.
The pain was a flash of light across his eyes, a headache inducing cacophony of sound in his head.
It hurt like a bitch.
Lam recovered quickly, bringing the blade up just in time to catch Brent’s arms swinging down again. It was the same as his first attempt, because Brent lacked for creativity.
His arm hit the knife, and Lam drew another wicked line with his knife, less careful this time. The man screamed.
“That’s strike two,” Lam grit, pushing and holding Brent’s arms back down. The second tally mark he gave more weight, slicing into Brent’s cheek with temper.
Blood welled quick, and it was too tempting. Lam scooped some up with the blade and brought it to his mouth, licking the flat of it clean.
It was sharp and metallic. Warm. The flavor sat on his tongue, then slipped down his throat and sent shivers down his whole body. It soothed the ache in his head, the pain radiating out.
It had been too long, and now Brent was trying toruin it.
When he met Brent’s eyes again, there was real fear there this time. Not the kind he’d had moments ago, but an animalisticone, a black, acidic one. The fear of a prey animal when it truly saw a predator. When it understood its life was not its own. That it lived on because of the whims and mercy of someone else.
Lam smiled, sure there was blood in his teeth, blood on his lips.
“Three strikes and you’re out,” Lam said with heat. “You a sports guy? You want to keep swinging?”
Brent swallowed hard, his Adams apple bobbling. Both arms were now bleeding, they probably hurt badly. Lam wished he could see his work better.
“N-no,” Brent stuttered.
“Good.” Lam said. “Don’t mistake my enjoyment for distraction again. If you think you can catch me off guard, you can’t. Are you willing to gamble with your life Brent?”
“No. No–! I didn’t mean–!”
“I know sweetheart, you’re just a little thick.” Lam pat condescendingly at Brent’s face, smearing the blood before bringing one thumb to his mouth to suck it clean. His cock twitched. “Just lay back and enjoy, and you’ll be okay. If it’s your first time, I’ll be gentle.”
Lam kept the knife to his throat as he started to move again.
“What was your first thought when you saw me?” He asked conversationally a few seconds later.
Brent stared at him. “I–I don't know?”
“Oh come on, think,” Lam sighed dramatically. “Why me of all people?”
Brent hissed when Lam leaned on one of his forearms.
“You–um, you’re small,” Brent said. “Had been–been drinking.”
Lam almost rolled his eyes. “I looked easy. Defenseless. How’s that working out for you?”
“I–ah–fuck,” He couldn’t decide whether to shut his eyes or keep them open.
