Which is a hell of a time for Reni to walk in. Right in time to see Sinn'ous’s claim. There will be no denial to this now. Izz belongs to him. Balls deep in his boy, pleasant sparks lighting over his heated skin. His chest heaving in well-earned exhaustion. If he hadn’t just cum he would hold Reni’s eyes while he brought himself to completion. To ensure the point has been made.
Jasper Marcelo is mine.
Reni has stopped dead in his tracks, eyes blown wide. And practically trips over himself in his haste to backtrack out of the cell.
Sound reclaims their small bubble of peace. Dragging in the outside world of prison life. Though the way Izz’s lips tug into a grin makes it worth it. The softness in which his boy peers up at him. It’s how they stay, coming back from the exertion, breathing as one entity.
They stay locked together for so long his cock begins to harden once more. And the need to sate his desires is raging back in full blast.
Pulling out his softening cock when the lunch alarm screams at them, his stomach twists in answer. But his hunger can wait. At least for food. This other hunger building in his balls can be fulfilled first.
Flipping Izz over onto his stomach, he pauses long enough to line his cock back up. Then he’s plunging back inside. Pulling a choked off whimper from his boy.
The hole bunk is moving at this point. Not technically, but it feels that way with how hard he’s driving into the pliant body below him. Hips thudding into Izz’s ass. Taking him from behind, digging his fingers into his hips to leave bruises.
He’s taken aback by Izz’s bold begging. “Harder.”
It startles a dark chuckle from his chest. And he obliges. Yanking Izz’s hips up to put his boy to his knees. He takes himroughly from behind. Driving into Izz at the same time he pulls his boy’s slender hips back onto his cock.
Izz makes a move to get his hands under him, it’s easily squashed by a hand shoved down between his shoulder blades. To pin his boy’s chest to the mattress. All he wants is access to his ass at an angle that drags his cock in and out of the tight channel constricting him.
And this change in angle has the spongy head of his cock rubbing deep inside, tickling every nerve ending he has on the damn thing. It’s too much. To the point of blinding pleasure.
He has Izz’s hips gripped in both hands, fingers digging into the pliant flesh. At that moment he feels the tension release from his boy, a telling sign of falling into complete submission.
Sinn'ous pounds into the willing hole, over and over. Until he is tipping off the edge, his semen spurting from his balls to jet out his cock, landing deep inside his boy. Painting his insides white.
51
SINN'OUS
Izz should be grateful for what Sinn'ous is giving him. The chance to rid himself of responsibility, not to mention the opportunity to show just how much he can follow orders.
Over the week it’s become abundantly clear that Sinn'ous chose his prey wisely. That he broke down his prey to the extent of total reliance.
And besides, Izz should show his gratitude for Sinn'ous’s protection.
He’s aware he’s told Izz how he won’t push him. How he will stop. Won’t take anything not willingly given.
Well. That’s not entirely true.
Sinn'ous has an inner beast licking so close to the surface it can taste Izz, and it wants out.
So, when he steps to Izz’s cell, and finds the naive thing tucking in the sheets of his bunk, and bent over said bunk. Ass on full display. That clear plastic wrap he stuck over his darker needs can’t stop him from stepping bodily through it.
He subdues Izz with a hand to the back of the neck, using his weight to pin him down, pressing his boy’s face into the bunk. The surge of fight that takes over Izz and has him trying to break free, is easily squashed. And not a drop of strain has to go into doing it. There is a panic he can sense rising in his prey. Caught, and unaware by whom.
Oh, he could dig into it. He could eat it and leave no crumbs.
Each muffled word yelled into the twin stacked mattresses does absolutely nothing to dissuade him.
Satan, help me for I have found my everything.
He doesn’t look too closely at the words flicking past his eyes. No. Not when he has a warm squirming body fighting so delightfully under him.
Smirk growing, he presses in tighter. His hips flush to Izz’s wriggling ass, chest laying over his rapidly rising and falling back. He can feel every terrified breath, and hoarse cry.
I can taste the fear. Satan, help me.
