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“Stop, Moon, what are you doing? No,” I beg, as I press my fists against his chest, getting scared all of a sudden. It would be so easy for him to shove my knee up and force himself deep inside, but I’m not ready. I can’t take him yet; he’ll rearrange my organs.

“Why?” he asks, and he truly sounds obsessed and crazy at the same time. Like he can’t believe I would deny him anything. “You really think I would push your leg up and fill your narrow, wet passage. You need more practice for that, bǎobèi.”

“Fuck you,” I bark out. “Why don’t you use the guys you usually sleep with to scratch your itch?”

“Is this what you think of me? That there are others?” he questions with so much restrained rage in his voice. It’s not just directed at me, but at himself. He hates what I did to him, and how much he liked it. “You’re fucking disgusting.”

“I know. We both are.”

He grabs my chin again, making me tilt my head to look up at him. His other arm is still around my neck holding me in place. He propels me against the tiles, running his knuckles over the side of my hard dick while he presses his stomach against mine.

I arch my back and moan as our dicks rub together.

“No one but me,” he groans, pressing his lips against my exposed neck, and licks and sucks the sensitive skin there. He grips my shaft painfully, tugging hard as I plead for him to stop.

“It hurts,” I sigh against his lips begging with my eyes for him to let me go. “Please stop, I need—” I breathe as he strokes my slit. I whimper and start to tremble, and a satisfied grunt leaves his throat. He places his mouth against mine, not kissing but swallowing my pleadings, all my moans. “Do you need to come so badly? I’m going to make it hurt. You know that, right? You’ve denied me for too long.”

“I’ve n-n-ever…” I stutter.

“You never what?” he asks against my mouth.

“No one has ever, besides you,” I begin, my voice breaking while he pinches me again.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he whispers in my ear like a threat, a promise that if I don’t behave and tell him the truth, he’s going to really kill me.

He already is, I think as he starts to rub me up and down, using the water and my pre-cum as lube.

“You like that?” he muses, his voice coming out like a breathless whisper. He kicks my legs apart spreading me wider. My puckered hole hurts; I need him there too. I feel like I’m in heat as I rut against him, wanting him to go faster. To make me come again like he once did.

“Yes, Moon, fuck,” I swear in Mandarin. “Please make it hurt,” I beg, falling against his chest.

“That’s what you like isn’t it, someone who will make you hurt?” It doesn’t sound like an accusation, but like he’s in awe and intrigued at the same time. Not stopping his rough assault on my dick, he trails his tongue down my throat, laying kisses on my jaw. My breathing comes out in quick pants as my head falls back against his elbow.

“Did he do this to you too?” he asks, and he sounds angry and disappointed at the same time as his hand disappears in my hair.

I shake my head, the sensation of his hand around my dick making me almost delirious while he grabs the back of my head.

“Did he suck you off like you did to me?” he asks, the headlock making me wheeze.

I nod as tears cloud my vision; we’re so close. “I was drunk, Moon. I can’t really remember what happened.”

“You were drunk?” he questions. “Did you like it?”

“No, fuck you! I didn’t even want to do it.” But he pressed me down on the couch and the moment he swallowed me I thought of the man currently jerking me off, I want to yell in his face, but I can’t seem to form the words. I came in seconds, and Yuki left right after thanking me for the show with Endo in tow. I’m not going to tell him this. I’m not going to tell him the only person I feel something for, the only one I want to have me, is Moon. I’m sure as fuck not going to tell him I showered for an hour after what Yuki did while Endo watched.

“You’re a whore,” he tells me, still moving his hand up and down, “like your mother.”

My eyes flash open, and I want to kick him in the groin, but he pushes his knee against my thigh, holding me in place while I struggle. My cock is leaking and throbbing painfully.

“I like it when you fight me.” He drags out a moan; my body is on fire from need and desire. He keeps rubbing me up and down, his mouth inches from mine as he watches me shatter right in front of his eyes. The asshole said those things on purpose. When my name falls from his lips, I come with a loud groan against his stomach, taking him by surprise judging by the way his eyebrows rise. He’s covered in my seed, dripping down over the tattoos hitting his thighs while it trickles down his semi-hard dick.

He steps in between my leg with his left and angles my chin in his direction. Leaning down, he devours my mouth with his. I moan and bite on his bottom lip, drawing a sound of protest from his throat. I can taste the blood as our tongues swirl together for the upper hand, that he of course wins. Grabbing the back of his neck I deepen the kiss, panting and begging him to claim me as his. To mark me like the tattoos on his body. I want him. Hiking a leg over his ass his hand comes under my thigh holding me in place. I want him to trail his fingers up and bury them deep inside. To feel his big cock disappearing in my tight hole while I’m shaking and drenched in his sweat and cum. I want him to make me beg, to not let me come for hours. I want him to make it hurt, to make me feel something.

He hisses my name as we both push our hips forward rubbing our cocks together. Our tongues are tangled together in a war the moment both of our orgasms take us by surprise. I cry out again while he growls, and our cum mixes and drips down both our bodies like the water from the shower. I never imagined I could come this fast, let alone two times in a row. But why does mine look almost clear?

His eyes flash to mine and a sly smile grazes his lips. “Eliot, did you just piss on me?”

“What? No, n-no,” I stammer, and he rubs his hand over his stomach and licks at his palm.