“I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to love it,”Shadrach said. “When we get out of the shower, I’ll spread you out and take my time with you. But right now I just have to have you.”
Isaac burned from within, his cock hard and heavy with need between his legs. “Yes, yes, please.”
“Turn around.”
His body was on fire as he turned, pressing his forehead to the cool shower wall. He waited in anticipation of Shadrach’s touch and the burst of pleasure that would soon follow, but… it didn’t come. Instead, gentle fingers trailed down his spine.
“You have blood here, too,” Shadrach said, his tone unreadable.
Isaac remembered the bite of the metal buckle against his skin. He pushed away from the wall, backing into the spray, and Shadrach’s hands helped wash away the red.
“He hurt you.” His voice was laced with a growl, polyphonic and unnatural.
“And then I killed him,” Isaac said. “He planned to do worse, I think. But he didn’t get the chance.”
“Worse how?”
Isaac shook his head. “Don’t make me tell it right now. I don’t want to think about him. I want to stay here with you.”
Shadrach plastered himself against Isaac’s back, one arm wrapping around his waist and the other curling around his throat, guiding his head back against Shadrach’s shoulder. “Good. Stay with me. Stay with me forever.”
A human couldn’t have forever, but Isaac wanted to promise whatever he could. If he was doomed to Hell anyway, he was damn sure going to enjoy the ride down. “As long as I’m able,” he rasped.
Shadrach’s hands disappeared for a moment, but hedidn’t go far, mouthing kisses down Isaac’s neck and biting the meat of his shoulder. Pain sparkled behind his eyes, and he moaned loudly. When Shadrach’s hands returned, one flattened against his chest while the other dropped between their bodies, pressing slick and warm against his hole. Isaac’s breath left him in a rush, and a shiver of excitement rippled down his spine.
“Have you ever done this before?” Shadrach asked. “Let someone inside you?”
“No.” But he wanted to. He wanted to feel taken, consumed, wanted to give himself over wholly, at least for a little while, and let someone else call the shots for him. He couldn’t undo the sins he’d committed tonight, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. If that made him a monster, so be it. He was in good company, and for the first time in his life, he felt free. It was hard to cling to the hard-learned piety when Shadrach’s hands felt so good. If he was truly meant for Hell, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad with Shadrach by his side.
Shadrach slapped his face. From this angle, it wasn’t hard enough to jerk his head to one side, but it was still enough to sting. All his spiraling thoughts screeched to a halt at the sharp prickles of pain on his cheek. His body unlocked—when had he gone still?—and he raised a hand to his face, feeling the heat on his cheek and an answering pool of it in his gut. He turned his head to look at Shadrach over his shoulder, who was studying him intently.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but stop it,” Shadrach said darkly. “Focus on me.”
“You hit me,” he said blankly.
“I did. Did you like it?”
Isaac swallowed. “I did.”
Shadrach grinned. “I thought so. You like pain, right?”
“Certain kinds of pain, yes.”
“Yes,” Shadrach purred. “I know all about the good kind of pain. The bad kind, too, but don’t worry, I won’t be using any of that with you.” His other hand returned to Isaac’s hole, massaging for a moment and then pressing mercilessly inside. He moved slow, as though to give Isaac’s body time to adjust, but he didn’t stop until it was up to the knuckle.
Isaac panted into the steamy air, the water drumming on his aching cock.
“You say you haven’t done this before,” Shadrach murmured low in his ear, wiggling his finger just slightly. “Have you fucked before?”
“No. Never had an interest—fuck.” Shadrach’s finger slid out and tunneled back in, slow and deep, over and over. Isaac’s back arched, his thighs tensing.
“But you like this. You like when it feels like too much. You like when it hurts.”
Isaac whined, trying to cant his hips back. He needed more, needed Shadrach to move faster or harder.Something.“Yes, yes, I do,” he said impatiently. “I thought you were going to fuck me. Just hurry up already!”
Shadrach chuckled. “Goddamn, you’re going to be so much fun.” Without warning, he pushed a second finger in with the first, and the burn rolled up Isaac’s spine. Twisting his wrist to and fro, he fucked Isaac in earnest with his fingers, and Isaac couldn’t stop the crazed noises from leaving him, rocking back to meet each thrust and chasing the hot, building pleasure in his gut. But he didn’t want to come on Shadrach’s fingers. He wanted to come with Shadrach inside him.
“Enough, enough, I’m ready,” he said in a rush, trying topull away, but Shadrach’s other arm kept him pinned against his body.
