The way he holds me is intense.
Almost…angry.
He pulls away, our mouths ripped apart, and I can see my spit lingering on his lips. I want to chase them. I want to press myself against him once more and take what he’s offering.
But he looks so frustrated.
His hands move again, but I don’t even bother trying to understand. I’m sure it’s nothing nice.
Maybe he wants what we had that night where he was desperate and hating both himself and me for it.
Well, I can give him that.
I step forward, and his hands falter, his brow furrowed in confusion. I wish I could tell him how I feel. I wish I could make him understand what the fuck he’s doing to me.
‘I want you,’ I sign.
He swallows heavily, his jaw ticking with the tension he’s holding, and then he gives a single, sharp nod.
My fingers curl into his pecs, and I shove him backward, his body hitting the wall with a loud slap, and his eyes narrow. I pause for a single beat, but the sounds of the locker room are quiet now. The lingering gym patrons are gone, and it’s just us.
I’m on him in a flash, my hands curling into his hair roughly, and I jerk him to the side, slanting my mouth over his once more. When I push my tongue into his mouth, he grazes it with his teeth, his body going slack, his hips arching up into mine.
Yes, this is it. This is what he wants.
To be owned. To be taken.
It must make him feel better being with a hearing person this way. If I just take what I want, it won’t seem like he’s compromising his values. It hurts to know that’s the only way he’ll have me, but my dick wants what it wants. And if I let myself think about it for even a second, I can admit my heart wants it too.
Even if this will cause me nothing but pain.
My hands twist, and Rome lets out a small gasp of pain before rocking his hips forward, showing me how much he likes it.
I push him onto his knees, and he goes willingly. There’s no camera this time, but he takes me anyway. His mouth spreads wide around my dick, and I push inside, listening to the sound of his gurgling and grunting as I fuck into his throat.
His arms are moving, one to his cock, the other to his ass.
I watch him with heavy eyes, my hips slapping forward as he swallows around me. Sensation blooms in my chest and slides down my spine. My balls draw up, and on a shaky exhale, I release into him. He chokes on my cum, and some of it slides down his chin, disappearing down the drain with the rivers of water pouring from the shower head.
Rome falls away after a beat, and he rests his forehead on my thigh as I watch him get himself off.
He has fingers in his ass and a hand around his dick, and it only takes a second before he’s crying out softly as he gets closer and closer.
The scent of his release mingles with the soap in the shower, and it makes my softening cock jerk slightly. I watch as his body trembles and shakes with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his eyes screwed shut. Then he goes limp, his chin hitting his chest as his hands settle on his thighs.
I can’t stop staring at him. His cheeks are pink and flushed from what we just did, water making his hair fall in soft, curling waves.
Fuck, he is so beautiful.
When he peers up at me, I see so much swimming in his dark eyes it nearly takes my breath away.
I reach down to stroke his cheek, but he jerks his head away, standing up so quickly his feet slip on the wet floor. I reach out to steady him, but he’s once again slappingmy hands away.
‘Don’t.’
I recognize that sign easily, and I hold my hands up in surrender. If that’s how he needs this to be, fine. I have pride. I won’t beg.
Yet.
