I rolled on a condom and positioned myself. Pushed in hard. Fast. Buried myself completely in one thrust.
He cried out. Pain and pleasure mixed together. I froze.
"Don't stop," he demanded. "Don't you dare stop."
I didn't stop. Started moving with intensity that bordered on violence. Each thrust punctuated by everything I couldn't say. Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you. I've ruined you. Forgive me. Don't leave me.
"Harder," he gasped. "Give me everything. I can take it."
I gave him everything. Pounded into him with desperate intensity. Changed angles until I found his prostate and hit it with every stroke. Made him scream my name. Made him forget about Antonio Costello and witness tampering and compromised principles.
"That's it," I growled against his ear. "Feel this. Feel how much I need you. How much you mean to me."
"Sandro—fuck—I'm going to—"
"Come for me. Let me feel it."
He came untouched. Just from my cock hitting the right spot over and over. His ass clenched around me and pulled me deeper. I lasted maybe three more thrusts before my own orgasm hit.
I came so hard I saw stars. Buried myself as deep as I could go and emptied everything into him. All the gratitude and guilt and love and regret. All of it poured into this moment. Into him.
We collapsed together. Both shaking. Both gasping for air.
After a moment I pulled out carefully. Dealt with the condom. Started to reach for tissues to clean us up.
Emilio stopped me. "Wait. Just hold me first."
I pulled him against my chest. Felt his heart hammering against my ribs. Felt the sweat cooling on his skin. Felt the tremors running through him that had nothing to do with physical pleasure.
"I'm sorry," I said quietly. "For what I've made you become."
"You didn't make me do anything. I chose this." His voice was muffled against my neck. "Every step. Every compromise. Every line I crossed. Those were my choices."
"Choices I manipulated you into making."
"Maybe. But they're still mine." He pulled back to look at me. "Stop trying to absolve yourself by taking all the blame. I'm a grown man who made decisions with full knowledge of the consequences."
"You couldn't have known—"
"I knew enough. I knew what you were. What loving you would cost. I chose it anyway." He kissed me softly. "So stop apologizing and just love me. That's all I need from you."
I kissed him back. Poured everything I felt into it. Then grabbed the tissues and cleaned us both gently. Carefully. Like he might shatter if I was too rough.
When we were clean, I pulled him back into my arms. Held him while his breathing evened out. While his body relaxed. While he slowly fell asleep against my chest.
I stayed awake. Watching him. Memorizing the way he looked peaceful despite everything. Despite becoming someone he never wanted to be. Despite crossing every line he'd sworn he wouldn't cross.
All for me.
All because he loved me enough to sacrifice his principles at the altar of our relationship.
So I held him while he slept and thought about the attorney who'd walked into my life full of principles and idealism.
And the man he'd become. Harder. More cynical. Willing to bend rules and cross lines and compromise ethics for someone he loved.
I'd corrupted him completely.
And God help me, I didn't regret it.
