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“I couldn’t,” I confess, as he turns me around. My head falls back against the wall while he runs his hands over my chest. I lean forward and press my forehead against his shoulder but make a sound of protest when I feel his bulge through the towel pressing against my stomach. The water is still pelting us both and my head swims with need. My cock is pulsing so painfully. I grit my teeth as he grabs my neck and forces me to look up at him.

“Look how hungry and needy you are,” he says with awe in his voice. He brushes his lips over mine, cutting off my oxygen. I open my eyes and look straight into his heavy-lidded ones.

“Open your mouth,” he orders, while I shake my head. He grabs my throat hard, and I comply as he pushes in two fingers.

I plead with my eyes for him to stop as he now swirls three fingers around and under my tongue, before pushing them all the way to the back of my throat. I start to gag, and he laughs.

I close my eyes, but he pushes in further and I open them on a moan. Holy shit, I feel like I’m about to choke and come as tears fill my eyes. “You’re going to look at me while I’m fucking what’s mine,” he promises. It’s like he’s already fucking me with his eyes.

“Moon,” I groan around his fingers, saliva dripping down my chin. He looks down at me through those thick black lashes, and I feel like I’m about to pass out from need, of wanting him to take everything from me. To make it hurt.

“You like the thought of choking on my cock?” He runs the back of his fingers over mine and I whimper. He starts to laugh and I want to smack my fist in his face. “It feels like velvet,” he grunts, looking down when my dick hits my stomach. I close my eyes and bite on my bottom lip, cursing myself for getting hard.

I shake my head violently from left to right as I start to pant. “Or do you want me to kiss you?” he asks, licking his lips. He moans and pushes his tongue inside my mouth, the damn tongue piercing sending a chill down my spine. He’s kissing me like a starved man. With his other hand he drops his towel and I struggle to break free from his iron grip. The kiss seems to go on forever, but I don’t meet his tongue and he makes a sound of protest. I bite on the piercing drawing blood; he lets out a roar, spitting the metal out. I watch it go down the drain mixed with his blood.

He pushes me against the wall again, leaving my lips swollen and bruised while he slaps my cheek with the back of his hand. “Tell me,” he demands. “Did he touch you here?” he asks, his voice thick with disgust and is that jealousy? He moves his right hand that was around my throat a second ago down my chest.

I shake my head. “Stop, please.” My cheek heating from where his hand touched the bruise and the cut; I know he chose that side to make it hurt more. He grabs me roughly by the back of my head, turning me so my chest slams against the cold, wet wall.

“Widen your stance, Eliot,” he orders, dominating me.

I shake my head from left to right and let out a startled cry when he kicks my feet apart. I almost slip on the wet floor, but he holds me up and manhandles me, placing my back against his chest. I fall back against him, and I can feel his erection pressing against my spine.

Is he hard right now? His palm trails down my stomach, all the way down to my hard dick. I look down, watching as he rubs the tip with his thumb, spreading the pre-cum over the bulging head. I’m panting, my chest heaving so much I feel lightheaded all of a sudden. I slip but he holds me up, pressing his finger against my slit making me cry out.

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear. He licks the side of my neck and softly bites my skin a little. I press my palms flat against the cold tiles and shiver from the sensation his teeth left.

“Don’t Moon, please, I can’t.” I sound so desperate.

He slams his body against my back again. “You can, and you will. Stop saying no and listen to that other head of yours. You let him do it to you didn’t you? After I told you specifically you could only do it with me.” He’s so angry that I’m really getting scared; he could easily snap my neck if he wanted to.

I shake my head, watching as he rubs up and down my shaft. “Such a good bǎo1,” he moans in my ear. He’s stroking me like I’ve done to myself all the years I’ve known him. Fantasizing about him hovering above me, pushing my knees apart, spreading me for him as he slides inside while I struggle. Come morning, I pretended I hadn’t used that fantasy to wear myself out to go to sleep the night before. Pretended it wasn’t his name on my lips when I woke yearning to feel his touch again.

“Tell me the goddamn truth, Eliot.” The way my name spills from his lips sounds like a threat. He grabs my neck with his left hand and keeps stroking me with his other. I clutch at the wall, my hands slipping. He rests his chin on my shoulder and looks down at his hand rutting over my hard cock. I shiver and he laughs, but it sounds crazy.

“Did you let him fuck you?” He lets go of my dick and throws me against the wall. I moan in protest, my head lulling to the right against his shoulder while he pushes his front against my back. I turn my head and press my lips against his neck, and he stiffens while he presses his palm over my lower stomach. His hand digs in my waist, and I wait, licking at the spot I kissed him. He grabs my right ass cheek painfully and pinches hard. “Did you spread yourself for him? Did he touch what belongs to me?” he roars in my ear over the spray of the shower.

“No, please stop, I didn’t.” I sigh, falling forward. I press my arm against the tiles and rest my forehead against my cold skin, trying to catch my breath and not die from a heart attack.

“Tell me the truth,” he urges, his fingers digging into my flesh. It’s probably going to leave a mark on my ass, but he goes on like a madman. “Did he get a taste of this?” he asks, and he sounds so angry. He parts my ass cheeks and runs his thumb over my puckered hole. “Such a pretty tiny hole, I can’t wait to watch it stretch.”

My body shudders and I push back involuntarily, wanting him to fill me there. It aches not having him there. He chuckles in my ear. “The moment you walked into my life, it was over.” Rubbing his palm over my ass cheek, he parts my crack. “I bet you’re already twitching inside for me.”

I nod, not saying anything while he keeps circling his thumb over my crack, up and down until I can’t take it anymore and I let out a deep sigh. I’m doing everything in my power not to push back, hoping he will slip his finger inside. The yearning makes me snap.

“Let me go, Moon,” I beg, feeling the tears starting to pool my eyes as he grabs my waist to hold me in place.

“You really want me to let you go? Why are you pushing your ass against my fingers then? You have the sluttiest little ass I’ve ever seen, baby. Do you want me to disappear inside and see how tight this virgin ass really is?” His voice is so deep and seductive. “I’ve never been with a virgin before. I really need to take responsibility then, don’t you think?”

1 Bǎo: babe, baby.

Tokyo

Eliot and Moon

“Fuck you,” is my answer.

He chuckles. “You know you look like an angel, but you keep testing my resolve with this sinful face only I get to see,” he says, grabbing my jaw and pulling my chin to the right. He looks down at my hard dick over my shoulder and his smile is anything but sweet. It’s angry and possessive. I start to tremble, and he hugs me against his hot chest. I try to ignore the racing of my heart; a part of me wants him to take everything while I cry and struggle.