He tugs Izz off, dragging him by the hair to position him on his back, head at the very edge of the bunk, Sinn'ous standing over him.
Now this position gives him power.
Izz tries to speak, but it’s not something Sinn'ous cares to hear, instead he tightens a fist around his throat, tilting his boy’s head back. And shoves his cock back inside, deep enough to feel the head of his cock in his hand. Feeling it move back and forth under the skin of Izz’s throat is doing something beastly to him. Sending signals of possessiveness that have him needing to cum down that pretty little throat and mark it as his.
Hips rocking in a steady rhythm he takes his cock down Izz’s throat over and over. Thrusting half his cock into his mouth every time. The forced way he is staying his hand for violence is a testament to how much control he possesses over himself. The fact that he isn’t driving balls deep on every thrust is an all-consuming thought.
How I could fuck my cock straight down and you wouldn’t be able to stop me.
Sinn'ous moans, doubling his speed. Feeling his cock and watching it disappear inside. Plump lips stretched around his girth, and tears leak from the corners of Izz’s eyes. And through it all, Izz hasn’t pushed back once. He is lying there and taking what Sinn'ous gives.
Getting off to inflicting pain has his resolve crumbling, he shoves balls deep on the next thrust, hand slapping down on Izz’s chest when his prey convulses in a way that looks like he’s about to try to pull back. His other hand is secure around Izz’s throat, a grip he can feel squeezing his cock.
“Fuck.”The moaned curse slips out. The resulting full body shudder he’s hit with is worth it, Izz’s throat spasms and constricts, and it has Sinn'ous choking back a gasp.
He uses Izz’s throat brutally. A collection of shallow thrusts followed by him driving straight in and stopping only when Izz’s lips hit the base of his cock.
For the sole purpose of his boy’s continued pliance, he speaks words of reassuring encouragement. “You’re taking me so well.” “Keep going.” “I know you can take it.”
And each time he follows it up by sending his cock deep. Choking his boy and revelling in the total power he holds in his hands.
He can’t stop it. His orgasm crashes into him in a whole body stiffen. He thrusts down Izz’s throat as deep as he can go, and releases rope after rope of hot cum into his boy. His vision blackens on the edges, riding the wave which takes him into a place of complete satisfaction to mark his boy in this way.
Half aware of his boy pushing back on his thighs, he knows he should pull back. Even when he wants to hold his cock down that spasming throat until it goes slack and his boy loses consciousness. He jerks his hips forward one last time, ringing the last drops of cum from his cock.
“Good boy,” he praises. “Very good boy.”
Sinn'ous guides Izz’s head back, slowly allowing his cock to slide free. His boy immediately starts coughing, and rolls onto his side to drag in air. While Sinn'ous basks in the afterglow, cock lying limp and spent.
Oh, he’s going to be doing this a lot more.
61
SINN'OUS
Convincing Izz to stay the night had gone about the way Sinn'ous expected. He’d simply told Izz he was to stay and the boy had perched on the bunk and done as he was told. Fucking Izz into the mattress for half the night had also gone the way he planned.
The way his boy gives in, the way he obeys. It’s everything Sinn'ous could have hoped for.
And now it’s time to throw down the glove,and hand plant some seeds where they will grow, no matter what happens. Once planted they cannot be undone.
The cell would be cold if it isn’t for the warm body pressed up against his side. The thin sheet covering their naked forms reeks of sex. And they will be adding to it.
Sinn'ous rearranges their bodies so he is tucked between Izz’s legs, and he is on his back exposed to whatever Sinn'ous wants to do to him. And that comes in the form of an asked request, that isn’t a request.
A hand over Izz’s mouth will keep him silent in the earlyhours, A-Wing is only just beginning to stir. The noises are changing from snores to rising chatter, and sounds of men preparing for a new day behind bars.
Sinn'ous presses his palm down tight, it causes sleep deprived eyes to flutter open. He pays no mind to the mumbled words, leaning in he clamps his teeth over the pliant flesh above a reasonablydefined pec. And bites down hard. When his boy starts thrashing, he sinks his body weight onto him to pin him still. He doesn’t let up until he tastes the tang of coppery bloodin his mouth. And even then, all he does is remove his teeth, and lick over the wound, lapping at the continued trickle of blood.
Sinn'ous makes a noise of approval in the back of his throat, lifting his head to look into red tinted eyes, a trail of tears leaking from each corner.
“You don’t mind that I marked you, do you?” he phrases this one more along the lines of a question. It has to come across as a choice, give the illusion of control, to pacify him into believing this is his idea.
The hesitant nod is a start, but he needs it to be a vigorous agreement with no hesitation. Still, it’s progress on the right path.
“I have something I need from you.” He pauses long enough to allow Izz to nod. “I want you to take my cock down this pretty little throat,” he strokes his hand over Izz’s pulse point, trailing his fingertips up to his jaw, his other hand still holding Izz’s mouth hostage. It’s been a handful of days since he first fucked Izz’s throat and he has done it at least once a day since then. “But this won’t be like the other times. No. This time you will hold my cock all the way down your throat, and you won’t take it out. Not until you pass out. I want to cum deep in your stomach as your eyes roll back in your head. I want to feel you slump on my cock as I take my release.”
Sinn'ous removes his hand and cuts off any reply by his own lips, planting a desperate hungry kiss on Izz. And his boy returns the lip lock in full body enthusiasm. Tongue chasing tongue.
