As if to prove that fact further, Sila paused over him and stared at Bay incredulously.
Maybe it was all in his head, but Bay thought perhaps there was also a hint of approval. He couldn’t be certain and, in the next instant, all rational or coherent thought fled his mind as Sila started to fuck into him in sharp, unharried strokes.
The way he did it kept himself from ever fully pulling out, the head of his cock constantly battering against Bay’s prostate. The attention ensured that it wasn’t long before Bay’s dick responded, his balls drawing tight as arousal swept through him. The pain from being too dry was still there, but it didn’t prevent him from enjoying himself, the exact opposite actually.
The pain reminded him he was still alive.
The pleasure made him grateful for that fact.
Within a matter of minutes, Bay was shamefully close to spilling his seed and he gripped the comforter in his hands and moaned, arching his back to meet Sila’s next thrust.
Only to whine when all at once that cock left him, the hot body that’d been hovering over him leaving right along with it. His eyes popped open, tracking Sila’s movements as the younger man got off the bed and grabbed something else from the end table he’d left open.
“We fuck too often,” Sila grumbled as he returned. “You’re not as tight as that first time.”
“You mean I’m not bleeding as much.”
“It hurts for me when you’re too dry. Don’t get this twisted. This isn’t for you.”
“I know.” Bay grew silent as he watched Sila open the bottle of lube he’d just gotten. He sucked in a breath when one of his legs was shoved back up, his knee practically at the side of his head now, lifting his hole high in the air for Sila, who aimed and squirted a generous amount all over it.
As soon as he was satisfied, he tossed the bottle somewhere off to the side and then flipped Bay onto his stomach. Instead of lifting his hips, he blanketed his body over his, slipping a knee between his thighs so they were spread. His cock found its target in a flash, and then he was back to rutting into him, his movements more primal than they’d been before.
“That’s better,” Sila groaned and dropped his mouth to the spot between Bay’s left shoulder and his neck. “Now I can get in all the way. I couldn’t before.” As if to prove it, he slammed in and rotated his hips.
Bay felt himself stretch around that intruding member, felt it bump up against his lower stomach in a way that was uncomfortable and pleasurable all at once.
“You owe me blood,” Sila said absently, and that was all the warning he gave before his teeth were clamping down and breaking through Bay’s skin.
He screamed and grabbed at the comforter, but there was no way he could move himself from beneath Sila’s heavy form. The pain in his shoulder had only just started to turn to a dull throb when suddenly Sila was lifting him onto his knees.
Sila captured both his wrists and tugged his arms behind him, forcing his cock in at the same time. He pulled hard enough the muscles in Bay’s arms strained. “I want to hurt you.”
“So,” Bay gasped and rocked back into a particularly hard thrust, “do. Hurt me. I can take it.”
Or he’d die trying.
He’d meant it when he’d said he changed his mind, but it wasn’t because he’d gotten sudden clarity that the world was a beautiful place and worth living in or any such nonsense.
No, as he’d been choking on Sila’s cock, his vision winking out for the second time that night, it’d really hit him that if he died, that would be it. There’d be no more Sila delivering pain or pleasure. No more of Sila’s devilish grins, the ones he kept hidden from the rest of the world and only showed Bay when they were alone like this.
No more touches, rough or soft or anywhere in between. No more bleeding for him or coming for him or running from him for the thrill of it.
Everything would just be…over.
And wasn’t that what had driven him to that bridge in the first place? The fear that Sila had left him, that he was now alone, that’s what he’d been about to jump from. That’s what scared Bay the most. Death was nothing. But losing Sila?
Bay understood what was happening here. What his student intended to do. He’d taken Bay’s words as a challenge, which meant he’d do his hardest to prove Bay couldn’t take it. That Bay had made a mistake and chosen wrong. He wanted to make Bay regret forcing his hand—because that’s what he’d done, and they both knew it.
“You dropped the knife,” Bay reminded him, the words coming out a slur delivered between gasps and grunts as that cock speared through him over and over again. The lube had provided an easier glide in, but it’d done nothing to abate the fact he hadn’t been properly prepared beforehand. Taking something that large without being opened up meant it still hurt.
But not nearly enough.
“Don’t tempt me,” Sila replied, his voice a low growl. He shoved Bay back down and held him by the back of the neck with one hand. The other slapped him across the ass, hard enough there was no doubt he was leaving behind fingerprint shaped welts all over Bay’s skin. He kept it up too, one hit followed by another, and then another.
Until Bay was a wriggling mess, his ass burning on the outside and inside, his face shoved so hard into the mattress he could only suck in short intakes of breath from one corner of his mouth.
Sila vanished from behind him a second time, and this time Bay sobbed at the sudden absence, his entire body going lax and boneless. The sound of metal clinking against metal came soon after, and then Sila was hooking something to the ring at Bay’s collar.
