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“Come on.” He keeps pumping me up and down too and sliding his fingers in my ass over and over. It hurts so much, and fuck, I need to come so bad. I drape my legs over his shoulders, spreading myself wide open.

I cry out his name again, begging him to give me what I need.

“That’s it, bǎobèi,” he rasps, jerking me faster and faster at the same time he’s pumping in my ass. He looks so hot between my legs, with his flushed cheeks, crazy eyes, and his heaving chest. I should feel shame with my legs high up in the air and spread out like this for him, but the look on his face is so hot. The way sweat drips down his face. The way his mouth parts as he watches his fingers disappear inside my ass and he says my name like a mantra. The squelching sounds intensifying as does his labored breathing.

I grab his arms as my body shudders as he keeps finger fucking me. I bite his arm and he lets out a deep groan.

“Fuck, you’re so hard.” I secure my right knee tighter around his neck, opening myself up completely for him and he sits back on his haunches looking down at me, still holding onto my dick.

Embarrassed by my body’s betrayal, I close my eyes and let my head fall to the side.

“Open your damn eyes,” he orders, the venom dripping from his lips. “I’m right here. I promise we’ll be so good together. You’ll only come for me from now on!”

Tokyo

Eliot and Moon

I try to fill my lungs with much-needed air, my thoughts swirling through my mind.

“Open your eyes, El,” he repeats, the way his voice changes to almost sweet has me opening them. “Take a deep breath. Don’t be scared, Eliot, I’m right here,” he vows, still pumping me up and down.

The red and purple lights cast a soft glow on his tattoos and his strong and cut body filled with those beautiful tats makes my heart skip a beat. I push my ass against his fingers, and he lets go of my dick and falls forward. Grabbing my wrists in one swoop he locks them high above my head. He keeps fucking me with three fingers while our dicks rub together, and my legs drape over his shoulders while he folds me in half. His lips are almost touching mine as I stare into his eyes. Letting go of my hands, he removes his fingers and spits in his left palm and smears the saliva over our dicks, spreading the pre-cum over them. Slowly moving over me again, he puts his fingers back in my ass.

“It’s so full,” I whine, loving the way he grabs my wrist painfully and our dicks touch as our bodies tangle. It feels like we’re both waging a war, with each other, on our own.

“I know, imagine what my dick will feel like,” Moon says, his voice strained, pushing his knee against my thigh, opening me up as far as my hips let me.

He presses his lips against mine, and thrusts his tongue deep inside, eating my mouth. His tongue meets the shoves of his fingers while our dicks rub against each other over and over, hitting my new fav spot deep inside. He bites hard on my bottom lip, and I scream, his name tumbling from my throat. My ass tightens around his fingers as cum spurts against his chiseled chest. Jets of warm seed stain the snake running up his left side.

He lets out a roar himself and sprays of cum hit my chest, eyes, and lips as he comes with a growl, letting go of my ass and collapsing right on top of me. Spent and trying to catch his breath as his big body heaves. I drop my trembling legs, loving how he’s pressing himself against me. I can barely breathe, but I love it as I run my tongue over the cum on my bottom lip. I moan from the taste of him exploding on my tongue. Looking up, strands of sweaty black hair travel in front of his gaze. He moves up my body, our cum sticking between our heaving chest that are slick with sweat. He grabs my cheek and makes me look up at him. Without warning he licks at the cum trailing down my eyebrow and down my nose.

“Moon what are you doing…” I’m gasping so hard. Draping my arms around his neck, I draw him against me in a tight embrace while my body trembles.

“El,” he whispers, before he kisses me softly, so tender I want to cry. Both our bodies shake with need, with lust, desire, and unsaid things while he covers me.

He grabs the inside of my knee and pushes my leg up, and my pulsing hole clenches from not having his fingers there anymore. I need more. His hands fist my hair, pulling my head back. Our kissing isn’t sweet now, it’s hard and rough, almost like a battle we need to win. I grind my cock that’s growing hard again against his and gasp when I feel he’s as hard as before. He flexes his hips and ruts into me so hard the bed shakes and crashes against the wall.

“You want me to fuck you now?” he asks; he’s so rough, meeting my hip thrusts.

I shake my head. “No,” I grunt, “I can’t.”

Without warning, he flips me over and trails his tongue down my spine.

“No, Moon, I can’t take it,” I plead with him to stop, burying my head in the pillow. I’m exhausted, I know I’m going to pass out if he keeps this up.

He kneads my ass cheeks, and a deep masculine groan slips from his lips as he covers my body with his. “You better scream my name like you did a second ago when I fuck you, so he’ll know you belong to me now.”

My eyes fly open from the rage, fuck him, that’s it isn’t it. He wants everyone to know he’s the one screwing me. To have Yuki know he was my first, like this is some sick competition. Fuck him! I don’t belong to anyone. I whip my elbow back and hear a crack as it connects with his nose. He lets out a cry and collapses next to me, blood gushing over his mouth.

“What the fuck, El?” he roars, grabbing his white shirt and pressing it against his nose.

I jump out of bed, but I have trouble standing, my legs feel like jelly. Hopping into my sweatpants, not caring I’m not wearing my boxers I shrug on his jacket without my shirt or hoodie. Our cum have almost dried, making me feel disgusted, the bile rising in the back of my throat.

“Stop Eliot!” he yells, trying to grab my hand but I slap it away. The white dress shirt is almost completely drenched in red and it’s even spilling down his throat, leaving a bright red line over the black tattoos on his chest.

I ignore him and dump the laptop in my sports bag that has my phone already in it, and don’t look back when I hear him shout my name when I sprint out of there. Closing the door I lean against it catching my breath and push my baseball cap low over my eyes. “Dammit…”

I hear a lighter click open and shut, the sound reverberating through my head. And when I look up, Yuki is staring at me as he leans against the opposite door. His eyes are on fire. Every part of his body looks rigid and on edge.