Leo would look good tied up. Not with chains. I'd never use metal on anyone, couldn't without remembering all the times it was used on my brother and me. But maybe with rope. Or leather. A belt around his wrists. Around histhroat.
I saw plenty of shit during my time as an OI agent. I got sent into sex clubs and the like from an early age. Earlier than I'll probably ever admit to Leo. Green knows because Green knows everything, and even she struggled to hold back a flinch when I talked about my first experiences with anything sexual. I wouldn't want Leo to know, because I think the knowledge would hurt him more than the memories of it hurt me.
Leo distracts me from my less pleasant thoughts by wrapping his muscled legs around my waist to push himself up and somehow press us closer together even though I didn't leave any space for him to manoeuvre in.
I grind down against him, my cock hard and wanting.
Leo releases a loud moan against my mouth, the sound vibrating across my lips like a warning. His cock is a steel pipe in his cargos, making it easy for me to rub mine against his over and over again in an aggressive bout of rutting. Leo meets my thrusts, arms looped behind my back as he clings to me, taking advantage of any leverage he can find.
When I get close enough to come just from the dry humping and taking his mouth in a series of increasingly messy kisses, Leo jerks his head away, my last kiss landing on his jaw. I bite at the skin there, the bristle of black stubble rubbing roughly against my lips.
"Want to feel you," Leo gasps up at me, out of breath, chest heaving, mouth red and wet from use. "Need you, babe,please."
I don't hesitate to comply with Leo's helpless plea, rearing back and making quick work of stripping off Leo's cargos along with my own clothes, throwing them aside. I don't give a flying fuck about anything right now other than covering the man beneath me with bruises and cum. I want to mark him up, make him mine. I want to rub my cum into his skin until he absorbs it, taking more of me inside him, making me a permanent part of him, contaminating his biology.
"What do you want?" I ask, bracing myself over Leo once we're both completely naked, feeling so on edge I can barely stand it, my skin buzzing like the nerves underneath are live wires, ready to spark off the second they’re touched.
"Fuck me," Leo answers immediately between lustful pants, like he's afraid he'll run out of air before he can finish. "I want your cock punishing my hole until it's raw, babe. I want you to come in me, all over me, make me dirty for you. I want your hand back on my throat, so when I go off, I'll already be flying high. Take my arse. Take my air. Take my heart—take everything."
Take my heart.
I want to. It's unbelievably selfish, but I want it so badly. I want to hold his heart in my hands, cage it between my fingers, and never let anyone bring harm to it again.
His eyes are so fucking blue and intense as he stares up at me with an emotion I don't know how to interpret. It cuts deeper, whatever it is, hooks into me like curved metal spikes through flesh. It feels permanent, which seems so impossible given everything he knows about me, given how awful I am for him.
My cock twitches at his declarations, but as much as I want to give him exactly what he's demanding from me, reality has to be acknowledged.
"Can't fuck you, Leo," I say regretfully. "We don't have the time to get you ready for me." When Leo glares at me and tries to argue, I wrap a hand around his throat and squeeze hard, forcing another loud moan out of him, which goes straight to my hard cock. "I won't hurt you," I tell him, dead-fucking serious. "Not like that."
Leo looks up at me with contemplative eyes, and I can tell he’s trying to come up with an argument for either me taking him raw, which will absolutely not be happening, or purposefully missing our flight back to England, which I have to put a stop to because there's a good chance I'll jump on any excuse Leo offers up.
Lowering my hips, I spit on my hand and wrap it around our cocks. We're both already leaking pre-cum, which makes it easier for me to thrust against him and create the right kind of friction. A rough gasp of pleasure tears its way out of me at the electric zing of sensation that shoots up my spine.
Leo's hands fist the bedsheet as he lets me take care of us. His eyes stay locked on mine the entire time I slide our cocks together, my other hand remaining on his throat, pinning him to the bed with brutal satisfaction. I tighten my hand for a moment, cutting off his air supply more deliberately. Leo's eyes widen, filling with a wilder desire than I've seen from him before, and a choked, broken sound bursts free from his mouth.
I grind my cock against Leo with increasing pressure and speed, holding us in a tight grip so the rhythm stays somewhat on point whilst keeping a careful eye on Leo's face to make sure I don't push too far with my hand on his throat. I have decent control over my strength, but with how much I want this, and the recklessness with which I want to mark him, I could easily crush his windpipe.
When I loosen my hand, Leo gasps for air like he's trying to empty the room’s supply of oxygen. His eyes are glazed and filled at the corners with tears, which slide down his face when he blinks too rapidly. His dark lashes clump together, messy and wet.
Seeing him cry triggers a fresh shot of craving to break free from where it was deeply buried inside my gut, like a hand bursting free from graveyard dirt. It feels wrong and wicked and overpowering in its intensity.
My hand is still holding him to the bed in an iron grip that he couldn't get out of if he tried, not with all his strength, no matter how hard he fought me. To reinforce the feeling of complete dominion over Leo's body, I let go of our cocks and move to grasp his hip, clenching my fingers, digging them into his skin around the bone there. I pin his lower body, so he's unable to even circle his hips and grind up against me. My thrusts become jerkier and less uncoordinated, but by the way Leo groans in approval, I think I've made the right choice.
There's something about being held in place that Leo seems to enjoy, and since it feels just as exhilarating to pin him like a butterfly in a display case, I'm more than happy to indulge him.
"How do you feel?" I ask, my voice scratchy as if I've just finished smoking an entire pack of cigarettes. "Tell me, Leo. I need to know."
Leo's voice is slick and hoarse, tear tracks staining his face. "Helpless. Weak. Trapped."
A shudder of pleasure tremors through me, an earthquake inside my mind that reverberates outward. Still, there's enough awareness in me to protest, feeling like I'll lose it if he keeps saying things like that. "Leo—"
But Leo refuses to be protected from me or himself. "Please don't stop," he begs, staring up at me voraciously. "I swear I want it."
"Tell me," I demand again, sealing my demise with a frankly inexplicable amount of carelessness.
Leo snatches up the gauntlet I threw down and starts talking in a frenzied rush. "I want to feel like I've been caught by you. I want to be caged in. Snared in a trap. Idon'twant to be able to escape this, or you. Not ever." He starts crying again, and this time it's from pure emotion, not me choking him. "Don't let me run away from you, Jack. Please, make it so Ican't."
With that, my orgasm collapses through me like a tidal wave, destroying everything in its path, leaving only devastation in its wake.
