This could end one way or it could end another way. One would be mutually beneficial. The other would lack finesse, and be awfully messy.
And oh, how he can taste the latter. The rich thick coating of blood.
“Fuuuck.”He bites the word out under his breath, lengthening its syllables. Much too quiet for Izz to hear over his feeble attempts to push Sinn'ous off.
Satan.
The name is a plea. A plea for strength.
A decision is made. A snapping of energy within his mind drawing in his desire and coiling around his entire essence.
He runs his tongue up the side of Izz’s neck. To the place just below his ear, sucking a mark into his skin. While the body below him shudders in what is unmistakably disgust, still failing to escape Sinn'ous’s grasp.
He nips the ear, then murmurs into it. “Your safe word is red, if you wish for me to stop.” Will he stop if Izz says the word? No, more than likely not. Not when he is so deep into this. Not when his raging hard on is digging into such an enticing ass begging to be fucked.
And it’s as if his words hold the keys to the universe. Izz’s whole body slumps. The tension, the fight, everything. Drains completely out of him.
Sinn'ous tightens a hand on Izz’s hip. Nuzzling his face into the crook of the throat at his disposal. He releases his hand fromhis boy’s neck, sliding his hand over the sheets to stretch out above them, taking the final drop to lay all his weight on top of the body below him.
And his boy stays put, willingly submitting to Sinn'ous’s ministrations. To Sinn'ous’s control.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you.” Not a question. But he wants an answer. An answer he gets, with the ripe enthusiastic nod of his boy’s head.
He slides his hips back long enough to pull his leaking cock from his pants, and yank down Izz’s to expose his ass. The hot, soft ass Sinn'ous can’t get enough of.
All mine.
He doesn’t bother with lube, his precum will have to do. And the remnants of whatever lube may or may not remain from when he fucked Izz a handful of hours ago.
It’s all he has the presence of mind to give. Rubbing his slick crown over the still tight pucker of Izz’s anus sends a jolt of pleasure to his balls. Damn, if he won’t cum before he’s even inside that welcoming heat.
“Bite down onto something.” He commands, then thrusts his hips forward, breaching the tight hole. He’s only in by the head, but it’s all he needs, to have his thighs shaking.
Staving off the all-consuming drive to cum, and mark what is his, is almost impossible.
Almost.
But he manages. Just barely. It’s a fight he takes up against his aching balls. Because damn if they aren’t screaming to let loose.
The icing on top of his deprived cake comes carried on the muffled shriek from below. Izz’s back muscles visibly tense under his shirt. The shirt Sinn'ous shoves up to expose those straining muscles.
He has everything here. He could just as easily pull a razor and cut open Izz’s skin—
The thought pauses mid contemplation. Because he can. Or at least he will be able to. And very soon. Not now. He isn’t in the right frame of mind to be merciful and not kill. But when he is, he will take this. The biting has already paved the way for this.
Speaking of.
Sinn'ous leans in and bites down hard below the ribs. Causing a tightening of the already tight hole around his cock. His cock that is not yet fully seated.
He’ll have to resolve that.
Shifting his feet and widening his stance, Sinn'ous plunges inside. Driving his cock deep into the tight channel that opens to allow him in. Hot, velvety. Fucking everything.
Satan. Satan.
He chants the name, as he fucks his boy. Driving his cock in as deep as he can get, and wanting to go deeper. He wants to fuck Izz’s very soul.
Lasting is not an option. It isn’t about that. This is about dominance and control. Power over another living thing. Something he can do whatever the hell he wants with and it will keep coming back for more. Begging for more.
