“I want to carve myself into you. I want to make you bleed.”
“You can. Oh fuck. Do it.”
But I don’t, I just spin him around and bend him over, his ass jutting out, letting the water act as lube as I thrust my dick through his clenched cheeks. My name is printed right there on his ass and it turns me on even more. The way he wears it with pride.
I squeeze his cheeks together more forcefully, and Bane arches his back slightly, trying to force me into his hole, but not yet.Blyat, not yet.
I grab onto his hair and pull him backward, almost to the point of pain, his spine bowed sharply as my release barrelsthrough me. My cum coats his lower back as I thrust my way through it, and then without asking, I push a wet finger into his hole, pressing against the little nub and making Bane lurch forward, his mouth open in a scream as he shoots his release across the wall.
I watch it slide down the tiles and swirl down the drain, not letting up on the pressure on his prostate. His body writhes against me and only goes limp when I slowly pull myself from him.
His legs are shaking, and I pull him up against my chest, holding him up. His head lolls back onto my shoulder, his eyelids fluttering shut.
“Can’t wait for you to own my ass.”
“I already do. My name’s there.”
He lets out a soft giggle and then turns his head slightly, brushing his nose against my neck.
“I liked kissing you.”
“Mm.”
“You can kiss me anytime,” he says.
“I’ll remember that.”
He sighs and then pulls away from me, bringing the bar of soap up to my hands and washing them for me. He knows how much uncleanliness bothers me, and he’s washing it all away.
My heart beats in triplets as I watch him do this.
That’s not healthy. None of this is.
But then again, I’ve never really been mentally stable. And he definitely isn’t.
Sanity is overrated to begin with.
17
BANE
“I’m starving,” I say as I wiggle in the passenger seat, letting Georgiy drive us down the highway. We’re both fresh and clean, murder and blood sadly behind us, and my bruised lips from his kisses are currently smacking together nonstop.
I can still feel him against me. The way he bit me. The way his tongue slid against mine.
It’s making me hard just thinking about it.
“Stop making that noise,” Georgiy bites out from the driver’s seat.
“I can still taste you. I’m savoring it.”
He peers at me, and his lips twitch. “Very well.”
“It is very well. I would like to kiss you again. If you’d let me.”
“I’ll let you. When I’m ready.”
“Oh, so it’s going to be a surprise.” I rub my hands together and then rub my cock for good measure. It perks up at the sensation right before Georgiy drags my hand away from my crotch and links his fingers with mine.
