And Day wasn’t stopping.
His eyes still focused on the struggling man, Day pushed Goldie back on his dick.
“What? W-wait, baby—” Goldie tried to protest, but he couldn’t argue with Day’s hard cock sliding into his mouth. He could have pulled away. He could have told Day to stop. He didn’t have to do this.
But he wanted to.
He moaned helplessly as Day fucked his throat once more, now in the same devastating rhythm in which he was beating the man’s head against the footboard. Being under Day’s control allowed Goldie to do anything he wanted without having to shoulder the full weight of its shame. He could tell himself he was only doing this because Day was forcing him to. He had no choice, and he had to suck him.
Goldie could circumvent the guilt of this heinous situation by blaming Day, but he knew his own desire was just as responsible. He wanted to suck Day off while he beat the shit out of that man because it thrilled him knowing how powerful Day was.
Day was dangerous, strong, beautiful…
And he belonged to Goldie and him alone.
The man gurgled something, but Goldie couldn’t understand him.
Day patted Goldie’s hair and then moved his hand away.
Goldie had closed his eyes, but he opened them now.
He couldn’t explain why, but he had to see. He had to know what was happening.
Day was untying the crucifix from the railing while the man cried weakly. Day forced the man to tilt his head back, and he raised the crucifix up into the air—
Don’t look, don’t look, you stupid bastard, don’t look!
Goldie squeezed his eyes shut, but it was impossible to escape the man’s agonized scream of pain and the wet squelch of the crucifix repeatedly passing into soft tissue. There was a heavy thump followed by silence. Only then was Goldie brave enough to open his eyes again.
The man was on the floor, and he was not moving. Goldie couldn’t see what Day had done with the crucifix, and maybe it was better that he didn’t in spite of his perverse curiosity.
The crucifix was still in Day’s hand, dripping with blood, and Day’s face was flushed. He turned his attention to Goldie, reaching for him with his other hand. He petted his hair, nodding urgently as he thrust faster.
Christ, Day was about to come moments after killing a man.
Goldie’s guts clenched in shame, his own dick throbbing, and he sucked Day’s cock until his cheeks were aching. He watched Day’s chest rise and fall quickly, and he saw the muscles of his lean stomach tense as he got ready to blow.
“Mmm… mm… oh, angel!” Day whispered brokenly, letting out a quick shout as his hips jerked forward.
Goldie was ready for a hot splash of come, but nothing came. Day’s hips stalled out and went still. Goldie’s eyes flicked up to Day’s face, grunting in confusion. He didn’t understand why Day was stopping when he’d clearly been ready to bust.
Day shook his head, and he tugged on Goldie’s hair, urging him up.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Goldie asked, licking his lips and wiping off his mouth. “Why didn’t you finish?”
Day wiped his bloody hand off on the side of the bed, and he stretched over to reach beneath the mattress. He pulled out a tube of KY Jelly that had been hidden there, and he smirked.
“Are you fucking serious?” Goldie actually laughed.
Day stretched out on his back, scooting up until his head hit the pillow. He slid off his underwear, naked now except for his socks. “And God said, I shall provide a mount for you, a steed sired by a royal stud, and you will ride him into paradise.” He ran the tip of his tongue seductively over his top lip, his eyes dark. “You will ride him into paradise forever.”
“Fuck, baby. Yes. Yes, sir.” Goldie obediently crawled into bed with Day, and the bed squeaked louder from his added weight. His arms and legs were shaking as he shuffled out of his sweats. He didn’t know if it was still the residual clutches of adrenaline, but he couldn’t stop trembling. He gasped as Day impatiently grabbed him and pulled him right on top.
Day’s fingers greedily clawed at Goldie’s inner thigh, and he untwisted the top of the lubricant with his teeth. He spat it out onto the floor and then squeezed a big dollop to slick up his cock with. He slapped his hand against Goldie’s hole, massaging the excess lube there as he slipped a finger in.
“Ah, God. Yes. Yes, please.” Goldie whimpered as Day’s finger thrust, trying to get into position. He was so much bigger than Day, and he didn’t know where to put his hands. He was afraid of being too heavy, and he hesitated to straddle Day’s hips properly. He pushed down against Day’s hand, but he didn’t sit back any farther.
Day’s brow scrunched, perhaps trying to work out the source of Goldie’s discomfort. He guided his cock up to Goldie’s hole, pushing in until the head was seated, and then he grabbed Goldie’s hips.
