My mouth latched onto his throat, biting, sucking, leaving marks that would last for days. Between thrusts, I kissed him hard, tongues tangled, spit everywhere, owning him with every filthy touch. I could feel the tremble in his thighs, the way his cock bounced against my stomach, leaking and needy.
“Take it,” I growled into his skin, nipping at his ear, driving in even harder, deeper. “Take all of it, baby. Take every inch. Let me breed you—let me own you, make you mine.”
Nate sobbed, body arched, voice a broken litany of “yes, yes, more, fuck me, Evan, never stop, please?—”
Sweat dripped down my back as I drove into him again and again, cock swollen, every nerve on fire, loving the way he opened for me, gave me everything. I gripped his thigh, lifted him higher, changed the angle, slammed in deep, feeling his hole flutter and clench, begging for every drop, every filthy promise I could give him.
The wall shook with every thrust. I watched his face—wrecked, beautiful, wild with need—felt the heat of his breath against my cheek, the way his mouth searched for mine. I gave him everything, body and soul, marking him with every slam, every grind, every filthy, worshipful claim.
No mercy. No holding back. Just pure, savage need. Just my cock owning him, filling him, stretching him, making him mine all over again.
“Look at you,” I panted, teeth gritted, voice raw. “You’re perfect, Nate. You take me so fucking well. You’re made for this. Made for me.”
My mouth found his again, tongue fucking in time with my hips, every kiss a promise, every thrust a vow that he’d never have to wonder who he belonged to. His hands scrambled over my back, nails digging in, hips rolling to meet every drive, every grinding push.
Fucking him against that wall, holding him up, owning every second, I felt more alive than I ever had. My cock throbbed inside him, aching to breed, to fill, to mark, to claim—over and over, until there was nothing left but need and heat and the promise of forever.
Still, I didn’t let him come. Not yet. I wanted him desperate, wanted him ruined, wanted him so full of me that he’d never forget what it was to belong.
“Beg for it, baby,” I snarled, biting his jaw, flexing harder, deeper. “Beg me to breed you, beg me to never stop. Let me hear it.”
His voice cracked, tears streaming down his face as he choked out, “Please, Evan, please, fill me, make me yours, fuck me, breed me, don’t ever stop?—”
Every plea Nate made clawed through my chest, the sound raw, broken, desperate in a way that stripped me down to nerve and hunger. I pulled out just enough to watch his hole flutter, stretched wide around the head of my cock, still greedy for every inch. The sight made something snap inside me—a possessive, animal joy that nothing else in the world could touch.
“Fuck, Nate, you’re so tight,” I groaned, voice guttural, forehead pressed to the back of his neck. “You grip me like younever want to let go. Look at you, taking all of me, begging for more. You were made for this—made to be filled, stretched, used. Mine.”
With my cock still buried inside, I shifted my grip, forcing his hips up, arching his back until his ass was the only thing I could see. Spit and lube dripped down the backs of his thighs, glistening in the low lamplight, proof of every savage thrust. My hand found the base of my cock, pulled out almost all the way, then shoved in hard, making him sob and claw at the wall, desperate for every brutal inch.
“Need you even tighter, sweetheart. Need to ruin you.” My slicked fingers slid between his cheeks, pushing inside beside my cock. One finger, then two, then three, stretching him wider, making him shake and whimper, hole clenching around both cock and fingers like he never wanted me to leave.
The stretch was obscene, filthy—his body opening for me, taking every bit of roughness I could give. My thumb circled his rim, teasing the edges, loving the way he writhed and tried to push back, hungry for every inch, every violation.
“Gonna fuck you open until you can’t close around anything but me,” I growled, leaning down to bite his shoulder, tongue lapping at the sweat-slick skin. “Gonna make you so loose you’ll leak me for days. Gonna stuff you so full you can’t think about anything but my cock inside you, my cum dripping down your thighs.”
Nate’s voice shattered, high and frantic, every word torn from his chest. “Yes, yes, please, Evan, want it—need you, need to feel you, never gonna let anyone else?—”
Palming his hip with one hand, I fucked my fingers in deep, twisting, scissoring, working him open while my cock pinned him to the wall. The friction made him gasp and shudder, toes curling, whole body taut like a wire about to snap. Every time heclenched, I fucked in harder, forcing him to take everything, no mercy, no pause.
Pulling my fingers out, I spit down on his hole, watching it glisten, watching his body twitch and beg for more. My cock slid back in, filling him in one brutal thrust, and the sound he made was pure surrender—raw, broken, absolutely perfect.
“Such a good boy, Nate,” I whispered, voice rough with pride. “You take it so fucking well. Nobody else gets to see you like this. Nobody else gets to own you, to break you open and put you back together again.”
Gripping his shoulders, I forced him to arch back, his chest pressed flat against the wall, ass shoved out, hole stretched wide and full. Each thrust sent him up on his toes, moaning, begging, sobbing for more. Sweat dripped down my back, and the room was full of the scent of us—feral, wild, hot and dirty.
Nate’s hands scrabbled at the plaster, looking for purchase, wanting to be held down, wanting to give up every ounce of control. My mouth latched onto his neck, biting, sucking, branding him as mine, promising him forever with every mark.
“You feel that?” I hissed in his ear, grinding deep, hips flush to his ass, fingers still working his rim, coaxing every tremor out of him. “That’s what it means to belong. That’s what it means to be loved by me. Gonna keep you like this—wrecked, ruined, desperate, begging for it—forever.”
He nodded, frantic, voice little more than a whimper. “Don’t stop, Evan, please, don’t ever stop, need you—need to be full, need to be yours?—”
Each snap of my hips got rougher, deeper, the slap of skin echoing around the room, bodies grinding, rutting, pushing us both past reason. Three fingers pressed in next to my cock, stretching him to the limit, making him twitch and sob, body trembling under the onslaught.
Raising my head, I watched us in the mirror—saw the way I bent over him, muscles tensed, sweat dripping, my cock splitting him open, my fingers working him filthy and obscene. The sight made my balls draw up, made my hunger triple.
My other hand stroked his cock, rough and demanding, thumb teasing the slit, working him in time with every thrust. Nate’s cries filled the air, begging, sobbing, giving me everything. His body writhed, trying to take more, give more, be more—just for me.
Dragging Nate off the wall took all the control I had left. His body felt weightless in my arms, limp and trembling, breath coming in shattered bursts. The sight of his skin—red where I’d marked him, spit-slick, rim shining with lube and my own hunger—made something primal take over.
