“What?” Aneski frowned. “No, why would I do that? I just want you. It’s always been you.”
“Really?”
“Yes.” He wiggled his hips. “Flix. Do you want me to beg more? I can. Tell me.”
Flix laughed, but he sounded pleased, not mocking.
Which meant Ani was on the right track.
“Be’tessi,” he continued, hoping to grab onto that thread and make Flix happy enough to finally fuck him. “I want you so bad. I need you. Please? The toy wasn’t big enough, didn’t hit me deep enough. Only you can fuck me right. Your cock is the best. I bet they’d like it.”
“Like what?” Flix eased his crown past that ring of muscle, stopping as soon as a blissed sound slipped out of Ani, the buzz momentarily purging his mind of anything and everything. “What would they like, baby?”
Who?
Oh, right.
Their audience.
They were talking about the audience.
“Seeing your come dripping from my abused hole,” Aneski replied, sure painting that particular picture would do the trick and earn him—
He howled when Flix drove into him, the swing arching in the air as the Brumal member controlled it. His cock pushed right past any lingering resistance, driving in as deep as it could possibly get so that Ani felt the pressure all the way to his abdomen.
“Say my name, Ani,” Flix ordered as he pulled Aneski on and off of him, his hips thrusting forward and back in a sharp motion that had him stuffed to the hilt and then all the way out in the next instant.
Whenever Aneski was empty, his insides clenched, and he made a sound of desperation.
“You don’t have to be polite,” Flix added, and Ani only caught on because his subconscious knew he’d be punished again if he didn’t.
Flix wanted his actual name this time, not be’tessi. He wanted everyone to hear Aneski call it and for there to be no mistaking who he was referring to. That was fine. Easy. He could do that. Give him that.
So long as Flix kept giving him his cock in return.
He cried it out like a mantra over and over again, Flix’s name on repeat, growing more and more frantic sounding with each passing breath. His muscles ached from the forced position, and he was starting to regret the blindfold after all, wishing he could see Flix’s body pounding into his, see if Flix was enjoying it as much as he was.
“Who do you belong to?” Flix demanded.
“You!” He could feel how close he was, his balls drawing tight. His dick slapped between them from the rough motions, but he didn’t think he’d even need to be touched there to reach orgasm. “Flix!”
“Have you ever wanted anyone else?”
“Literally never!” True. True enough, if he were in his right state of mind, he’d probably blush. But what did it matter now? Who cared if the whole world knew he’d always had an obsession with the man wildly and publicly, claiming him?
“So all those other people you spread these thighs for…?”
“Meant nothing,” Ani insisted.
“Who was your first again?”
“You!” Even if the prick couldn’t recall. He’d set aside his irritation over that for later.
“That’s right. And I’m going to be your last.” The second Flix’s fingers brushed against Aneski’s swollen dick he exploded.
Come shot all over them in waves as he thrashed through it, the orgasm so intense there were sparks of white light behind his covered eyes, and his back arched. The sensations of Flix thrusting in and out of him only drew it on until he was sobbing and begging and no longer understood what he was even pleading for anymore.
Flix plugged him up one last time, screwing into him so he could feel the sharp press of his hipbones against the backs of his thighs, and then he growled as he emptied. “How’s that feel?”
