Although, it’s still worth it.
He presses forward with his hips to slide further in. And the velvet heat which welcomes him is heaven—
Sinn'ous frowns at that thought, because,gross. Nothing is heaven, only Hell. Hell is where the party is at. And this right here, is what life is all about. The fiery pits of Hell all wrapped up in a petite body all for Sinn'ous’s taking.
Jasper Marcelo is my Hell.
“D-doesn’t feel like I am.” Izz grits out, his arm muscles shaking with how hard he’s gripping the mattresses.
Sinn'ous chuckles, a genuine sound of amusement that startles himself. Because damn if this isn’t his kind of Hell. And to top it off, the sound vibrates down his body and into his cock. He can literally feel the pulsing responses coming from his cock.
He fists his hands by Izz’s head, holding his weight off Izz’s back as he leans over him. The skin on skin, half body contact driving the whole experience home.
Thank you, Satan.
“Get up on all fours. The angle change will help you adjust.” It won’t, but Sinn'ous needs the full body contact.
Izz does as ordered. His back hitting Sinn'ous’s chest and the height difference becomes screamingly obvious. As does the sheer vulnerability of his boy. Izz has no defences, his muscles are more a delicate decoration to lure in apartnernot to fight off a threat.
Not that Sinn'ous is one of those—a threat, not anymore. He hasn’t thought of killing Izz once since he started this encounter. Usually when he fucks he has to remind himself not to kill his sex partner. Now though, his only struggle is with the need to cum. And he cannot do that until he’s planted so deep inside Izz there will be no way to wash his spunkout.
“It’s not helping, Sin . . .” Izz whines, tugging Sinn'ous back into the conversation. But also serving to deepen their connection, more of his cock slipping inside.
This is Satan’s reward, a gift for all the years Sinn'ous has wholeheartedly worked for Him.
“Helps take your mind off it.”
Izz scoffs, clearly catching onto how much this is—dare he say—amusinghim. He’s never bantered with a sex partnerbefore. It’s . . . different.
“Liar,” Izz accuses, letting his head hang on his shoulders, too weak to hold it up any longer. Skin glistening in a clear coat of sweat.
“Allows me to do this,” Sinn'ous bites onto Izz’s shoulder, causing Izz to cry out in a way that drives the sound into his predatory instincts.
Izz pushes up against Sinn'ous’s chest, and the way his boy playfully acknowledges his display of dominance rattles him for a moment.
“You alright for me to move,” Sinn'ous licks over the bite mark he’s put in Izz’s shoulder. Not yet hard enough to break skin, but they’ll get to that point very soon. He will have blood running over Izz’s skin while he fucks him hard into the mattress. It just won’t be today.
“Yes,” Izz’s voice is a breathy exhale. And it has a deep effect on Sinn'ous’s pride, that he has his boy under him falling apart on his cock. If that isn’t an ego boost he doesn’t know what is.
Sinn'ous shifts his position to reach more of Izz’s neck, kissing up the delicate throat to suck under his ear. The salt on his skin is adding to the fire burning under Sinn'ous’s own.
He can’t hold back any longer. He needs more.
“Let me know if it becomes too much,” Sin nips gently at Izz’s ear lobe, “I’m not into rape.”
Rotating his hips he starts in at a leisurely pace, rolling his hips to push deeper each time. Inserting more of his cock with each shallow thrust forward.
His mind is a mess, unravelling the very foundation of who he thought he was. The gentle side he is showing his boy is outside of the realm of what he thought he was capable of. He hasn’t even shown this level of vulnerabilities to his brother, and now he has it out in the open for Izz.
“W-wait. Wait,” Izz gasps. Sticking his arm back to grip Sin’s thigh, jolting him out of the bubble he’d created around them.
Sinn'ous stills in a way he ignores, he is not inspecting why he’s giving in to someone a hell of a lot weaker than him. “You need a minute to adjust?” He leans back over to brace his fist on the bed, using the readjustment in position to clear his head. And the distraction of rubbing his other hand up and down Izz’s side to ground him. Because there is no way he is stopping in his own pleasure to check on another’s comfort. He doesn’t do that. He takes whatever he wants and gives the world the finger if they think they can stop him.
You don’t kill as many as he has and care if someone else isuncomfortable.
“No—yes. I mean. I don’t know,” Izz blurts out words that make it glaringly obvious he has no idea what he wants.
Sinn'ous can guess though.
