Ackor’s strained voice told Silver to stop. He said he was done and to hurry up. All of his words were ignored. After another moment, he started struggling beneath the Emperor, clearly trying to push him off though with little effort. It was mostly to make a point, Nuri could tell, but his frustration grew the longer Silver continued to fuck into him with little to no heed to his frantic movements.
Ackor said he was feeling over sensitive and tears were starting to fill his eyes. Almost as if it affronted him, Silver flipped the man over, repositioning him with his ass high in the air and then thrust back into him hard enough to have the bed rattling against the wall.
Ackor screamed and flailed, clawing at the sheets as he was brutally fucked from behind. He called out Silver’s name, but it didn’t appear as though the Emperor even heard him.
Silver’s expression was a blank slate, his grunts low and almost inaudible amidst the other man’s crying. His jaw was clenched and his movements were focused, keeping a steady,pounding rhythm that didn’t break no matter what the man beneath him said or did.
Nuri couldn’t look away. It was horrible, but…He shifted on his feet, eyes glued to the screen, to the sinewy muscles covered in a sheen of sweat, and the glistening cock ramming into Ackor’s slightly smaller body. He hated himself for it, but he found his thoughts drifting, mind wondering what it would feel like to have all of that shoved deep inside of him instead. To be pinned down just like that and forced to take whatever Silver wanted to give…To cry out for him like Ackor was doing.
And it was clear, despite his protests, that Ackor was enjoying it. He’d stopped trying to get away entirely and instead was practically drooling all over the pillow, tears still rolling down his ruddy cheeks.
He’d stopped trying to get away, but it was still wrong.
“He said no,” Nuri reminded himself, but the Emperor was there and clearly heard him, mistaking the words as meant for him.
“I didn’t realize in the moment,” Silver told him absently.
“That is not a good excuse.”
“He gave consent in the beginning,” he said.
“But then he told you to stop.”
“He’s satisfied in the end. Doesn’t that count?”
“Was that part recorded as well?” Nuri asked. On screen, Silver’s expression tightened, and it looked like he was finally about to come. Sure enough, he let out a guttural growl, slamming his cock all the way into Ackor. He held the man steady against him as he emptied, fingers digging into his skin, bruising. “You left marks.”
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Is it always this…” He’d been about to ask if sex with Silver was always this rough, but caught himself. He shook his head. “No one else has threatened you with a sex tape before.”
“It isn’t always like this,” Silver answered anyway, easily able to pick up on Nuri’s train of thought. “That night, I lost control. I forgot who I was with.”
“Is that why you also didn’t notice you were being secretly recorded?” Nuri crossed his arms, trying to focus on the conversation and keep himself from overheating. He was starting to feel tight down there and knew if he didn’t keep distracted, he’d get hard right here and now in front of Silver. Which so couldn’t happen. He was nothing if not professional, and getting hard over your boss's sex tape? When there was dubious consent involved? Big no-no.
“This is the part he cut out of the footage.” Silver motioned back to the screen, not that he needed to. Nuri hadn’t looked away in at least five minutes.
Once he was done, the Silver in the footage finally pulled away, dropping Ackor’s body to the bed carelessly. He settled onto the edge, legs slightly spread, spent cock in full view of the camera, though he reached down and picked his pants from the floor, quickly dressing.
Ackor stretched on the bed and rolled over slightly to glance at Silver. His lips were curved in a satisfied smile and when he spoke his words were practically purred. “That was fantastic. When can I see you again?”
The Silver on the screen had done up his pants and was currently working on lacing up his boots. “I’ll be on the cover of this month’s Pro Magazine,” he stated absently. “You’ll see me everywhere.”
Ackor chuckled, clearly thinking it was a joke.
Nuri knew better.
“How about dinner Friday?” He sat up on the bed and went to wrap his arms around Silver, but the Emperor slapped his hands away and stood.
“Pass.”
Ackor frowned. “Saturday?”
“It seems like you’re a little slow,” Silver sighed and snatched his shirt off the ground. “I had exactly one use for you and now you’ve served your purpose. There’s no need for either of us to ever meet again.”
Nuri jumped when the screen suddenly froze, whipping his head over to find Silver holding out the remote.
“The rest is just me leaving and him screaming obscenities,” Silver explained. “Nothing of importance.”
