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SINN'OUS
The day of no return.
This is the moment everything changes. The time when it could all fall apart or it could go exactly as Sinn'ous planned. There is no way to know until he too is on the outside. But his release day is as of yet not finalised.
One last fuck is on the table to commemorate the occasion. And to give him something to think back on when the walls creep in and the cold nights drag on.
Time had passed too quickly since the lawyer had left and the date of Izz’s release had been set.
He’d already spent the night periodically waking his boy to fuck him. And now that the cells have opened and it’ll be time for the guards to arrive to take Izz away, he has one final chance to fuck his boy.
Sinn'ous rearranges Izz, placing him on his stomach, splitting his legs apart and wedges himself between them. The heat of their naked forms coming together in a way he will miss. But more surprising than the thought that he will actually miss someone for the first time in his life, is the way Izz stirs.
Slowly rousing, Izz’s voice is stained by sleep. “Sin?”
“Spread your legs.” Sinn'ous is met with complete compliance, Izz’s legs splitting wider, where he settles into a better position between them.
“I’m sore.” Izz murmurs into the pillow.
“I know.”It will mean you will walk out of Sandstone Correctional with nothing but me on your mind.
Lining his cock up he breaches the tight ring of muscle, left over lube coupled by his cum from their previous activities is enough to ease the way for Sinn'ous to bury his cock in Izz’s still tight heat.
Every time they do this it’s just as good as the first. His body comes alive in sensations he could never hope to describe. Fuck. It’s almost as good as killing.
Almost.
Praise Satan.
He knows where this gift came from. And he will forever be indebted to Satan for it.
There is no gentle start to the fucking, his pace is immediately brutal. Skin slapping skin as he drives his cock into Izz. Hips pounding into Izz’s ass. His hands in fists, braced by Izz’s head. He holds nothing back. Taking his pleasure from the body below him. Every snap of his hips is punctuated by the gasped moans of the smaller body under him.
Over and over. He pounds the constricting heat clinging to his cock, trying to milk him for all his worth.
He isn’t going to last long, doubtful he has any cum left, this is going to be a dry orgasm that’s about to hurt like fuck. But what is pleasure without the added sting of pain.
As suspected, the climax he is hit by is one that circulates an acute pain which radiates out from his lower back to his balls. Chasing away his breath and stealing his composure. He cries out, shooting what has to be dust into the bowels of his boy. Where it will stay, joining the rest of his claim of Izz.
If he had a butt plug he would trap it all inside. Something he will have to buy when he gets out.
Rolling off Izz, he collapses beside him. Ragged breaths rocking his whole body.
Fuck that was good.
Painful. But good.
Reluctantly they both rise, relieve themselves, and dress. Where they discover Rogers standing outside the cell, leaning back against the junction separating the cells. His face is blank, but it doesn’t take a genius to know he’d been here waiting for them to finish fucking.
Izz must sense this too, because he flushes a deep shade of red, ducking his eyes. It almost has Sinn'ous grinning.
“Bye.” Izz blurts, ducking in to squeeze a quick hug around Sinn'ous’s waist, then stepping back just as fast.
I want to take everything that is you and reconstruct it to suit me. You’re mine, and I will have this. I groomed you into accepting this, I will groom you into everything else. You won’t see it coming, you will never see it, not until it’s too late and I’ve already sunk myself into your very psyche. You’re such a naively innocent thing, I will destroy every ounce of resistance in you.
Instead of saying any of this, he bites his tongue. And when the correct words don’t immediately jump at him, he stays silent. Content to watch Izz one final time as he limps down the platform, then the stairs, across the wing, and into the corridor. Gone for now. But not forever.
