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I lick the shell of his ear and he shivers; I need to remember this. “So sensitive,” I groan.

His breath feels so hot against my lips while we both pant. “I don’t want this,” he says defiantly. “Stop, please.”

I grab his throat and pinch to make his eyes travel back into his skull.

A satisfied smile grazes his lips as he closes his eyes in bliss, while I moan into his ear. Planting his lips over mine, his tongue dips in taking my breath away. I know he’s only kissing me out of obligation, but that’s all going to change. He’ll like it one day.

“I like the taste of your lips,” I whisper against his ear, and he growls like he’s disgusted. “One day you’re going to spread your legs willingly for me. But for now, kiss me,” I order, looking down at him.

He glances up at me with half-lidded eyes that are full of disgust, and wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand before he kisses me again. I groan into his mouth closing my eyes.

Does he like being told what to do too, to cry, getting cursed at, degraded? Me to be in control all the time? Does he have a submissive streak to my dominance? Fuck, if that’s the case I’ll die right here and take him with me to hell.

My throat constricts as I plow into him; I’m so close. I can feel myself reaching the edge already. Wrapping my hand around his throat while I rub my thumb over his swollen bottom lip, I order, “Suck.” He bites on my thumb as he smiles around my finger, drawing blood and I slap him hard across the face. I feel his dick twitch. “You like it when it hurts don’t you?” I ask, my voice trailing off as I stare at the tent in his sweatpants.

“No,” he replies, but I know he’s lying; there’s so much need in his voice I can taste it on my tongue. He’s panting as he falls back against the wall, a smirk turning up the corner of his lip as his cheek turns red from my slap.

Lowering my head, I kiss the left side of his mouth. His eyes start to droop, and his eyes travel into the back of his head as I manhandle him and grab his jaw hard.

“Ah fuck you, Moon,” he growls, clutching the back of my neck, his mouth claiming mine, locking us in a breathless kiss that seems to go on forever.

“I will, just wait,” I promise against his lips, as he climbs onto me. I’m never letting him go.

He begins to whimper, his thighs quivering while I run my hand over the inside of his thigh all the way up to his groin. Running my thumb across my lower lip, I smile, loving his taste on my tongue. I’ve never tasted anything this sweet. My cock stiffens from the way he looks at me with his mouth a little parted and his body trembling as he tries to catch his breath while spit runs down his chin. His eyes caress every inch of my body before stopping at my pulsing cock.

“Do whatever you want with me,” he husks against my ear. “Make the pain go away.”

I frown, pulling back and watch him with his eyes closed leaning against the wall, his chest heaving. I drop his leg, but he has trouble keeping himself upright. I push my elbows under his shoulders, holding him in place as I press my left hand flat against the wall. “What pain, Eliot?” I whisper, softly brushing my finger over his cheek. No one hurts him beside me. I’ll kill them. I’ll burn down the world for him.

“Everything, take it all from me.” He sighs, and when he opens his eyes, they’re red-rimmed and full of questions.

I tug him against my chest, his arms instinctively winding around my waist as he buries his face in the curve of my neck. I hold him close, feeling the tremor of his breath against my skin. In that moment, I know I’ll do everything for him, he only needs to ask. I might have owned him the day his father gave him to me, to do with whatever I want, when I want. But one day he’ll be my equal and stand right beside me. Like Tian and Dash.

“Make it stop,” he whispers, burying his face against my shoulder while he trembles.

I softly brush my hand through his long hair, while he purrs contently.

Arching his back, he rubs himself against me as he lays kisses on my throat and my cock aches.

“You don’t have to,” I hear myself say. “I’ve waited for years, I can wait longer,” I tell him, and it’s the truth. I’ll wait forever.

He shakes his head. “I can’t,” he replies and takes my wrist, leading my hand to his waistband. Can’t because of his obligation to me, or because he wants to? I push his shirt up and his stomach dips as I run the tips of my fingers over his smooth skin and the coarse hairs there. Shivering he watches me while I hold him. He has nowhere left to escape, except into my arms. I slide my fingers under his waistband and stroke the pad of my thumb over the velvet wet tip of his dick pressing against the top while he whispers my name; it sounds so sensual, so needy.

“Argh,” he breathes against my chest. He’s so goddamn wet. I hold him in place by draping my arms over his shoulder. Maybe I’m a sick bastard for liking how scared a part of him still is, but I need it. I need him to fear me.

“You know all the things I want to do to you? How much I want you to scream for me to stop?” I say against his ear, and he trembles from my touch while I hold him up. “I’ll never stop.”

All the roads I walked led me to him, and everything I have inside I’ll give to him. It might not be love, I can never love anyone, but I’ll make sure he feels everything he wants to. Because to me there’s only him. Every part of him belongs to me. I own him even in death.

Ten years ago, Shanghai

Moon and Eliot

He pushes himself against my hand and his dick swells. Flashing me a naughty smile, his fists are still clenched like he’s fighting with himself to decide if he wants this, if he likes this.

My eyes widen; he’s really much bigger than I thought he would be, and so hard, smooth, and wet. I pull my hand out of his pants and stare at the sticky pre-cum on my fingers. He buries his face against the crook of my neck like he’s embarrassed.

“Never turn away from me,” I order. He looks up at me with big eyes. I squish his cheeks and stare at him. He looks so young with those big eyes full of questions I don’t have the answers to. I press my leg against his knees to kick them apart and he gasps. “Look at me while I’m doing what I want to you.” He watches as I push my fingers coated with his pre-cum into in my mouth. I moan, closing my eyes in bliss. I’ve never tasted anything like this. My dick gets harder to the point of bursting. I need to come so bad just by his taste alone.