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“You like it when I take it slow?”

He shakes his head, long strands of dirty blond hair falling in front of his face. He grinds back into me and lets out a low wail, and I’ve never heard anything as beautiful as this.

“Moon,” he moans, and the way he says my name is laced with so much hurt and need.

My chest constricts. I shouldn’t be doing this, flashes through my mind. I grind my molars together. Fuck, I shove him hard, and his face hits the carpet and more blood gushes out of his nose. He splutters trying not to choke on it.

I slap his ass hard, and he gasps, slamming his hips back against my thighs. Hanging his head he takes a deep breath. “Is that all you got? He gave it to me better.”

The moment the words leave his lips my vision blacks, and I grab his neck holding him down, and kick his legs apart so his ass cheeks are spread. I stare at the puckered hole, slapping him hard across the ass with my flat palm.

His back arches, and he moans as I kiss his spine, licking at the trail of sweat there. I position myself between his thighs and take my cock with my other hand. I stare at his red hole and open it a little with my thumb, it’s already twitching deep inside. El starts to struggle the moment I push my tip against the rim. I reach for my jacket and get a bottle of lube from the inside pocket. I place it on the floor next to him; he doesn’t deserve it just yet; he deserves to hurt.

“No, stop it. I can’t, not without lube,” he says alarmed.

I shake my head, leaning forward I whisper in his ear, “I’ll make it hurt so bad, that every time you sit down you think of me. The only person fucking this ass is me.” I do let a drop of spit fall between his spread cheeks to give him something except the pre-cum overflowing from my tip. “This is the only lube you’re getting.”

“Moon,” he cries out, pushing forward on a deep roar.

“Take it,” I grind out through clenched teeth, almost passing out from the tight fit. His passage is so slick, and it hugs my dick like a fucking viper.

“Fuck,” he whimpers in Mandarin, his arms and legs trembling while he tries to hold himself up. I push in further and he topples forward. His chest heaving and his body covered in sweat. I turn his head and flash him a smirk before I kiss him hungrily, swallowing every single one of his pleas and tears as he struggles with his arms bound behind his back while I hold them captive with my hand.

He looks over his shoulder, his eyes are red rimmed from crying, but he also looks so needy with his blood still dripping down his nose. His eyes are pleading while he makes a choking sound from the blood spilling down his chin.

He starts to struggle, and it spurs me on even more. “Nowhere left to run,” I promise him, looking at my dick stretching his tight hole. I pull out a little, and my shaft is red with his blood.

He groans in pain; his passage is so narrow but so wet for me.

“Oh… fuck no, please.” He sighs low and deep.

I force his head down as I tower over him and watch with rapt attention as he swallows back the blood and licks his lips, those half-lidded eyes drinking me in as his mouth parts in both pleasure and pain.

“Please use a condom, or some damn lube,” he begs, tears streaming down his face.

I shake my head. “You deserve this,” I say, my voice thick and hoarse.

His body gets covered in goosebumps; I know a part of him loves the pain. The smile that’s tugging on his lips gives him away, as his mouth opens on a silent cry while I plow into him.

He turns his head away, but I roughly pull him back. “Look at me while I fuck you,” I say through my teeth, sliding in deeper.

His body heaves as he watches me over his shoulder. Pulling out I stare at his gaping hole, “So pretty baby.” I fist my leaking cock and give it a hard tug and push back in. His moan is so deep it sends chills down my spine.

Never taking my eyes off him, I pull all the way out and flip him onto his back and he gasps while I untangle the bonds around his wrists. He rests his feet flat on the floor and looks at me while tears stream down his face.

Pushing himself up, his hands slide over the rug while he spits in my face, a mocking laugh escaping from his red swollen lips.

I grab his throat while he smirks, those big eyes rolling into the back of his head, and I settle myself between his thighs, pushing his knees up all the way to his ears.

“Fuck you, bǎobèi,” I swear, and slam my hips forward. The back of his head bangs against the rug and I shove him roughly against the floor and flip him back on his front. He collapses on the rug and turns his head while he coughs, trying to take a deep shuddering breath. His hands disappear in the fabric as he tries to hold on. I kick his legs apart and he winces. I pull back his ass and he lets me, not putting up a fight as he buries his forehead against the carpet.

“You’re not going to fight me?” I ask, my voice hoarse and cracking at the end while I run my fingers through his crack to part his cheeks. I push against his tight little hole with my thumb, bathing in his groans.

“Do what you want with me,” he whispers his voice so hollow. I frown while something slices through my chest; maybe I shouldn’t do this. “Just do what you want,” he rasps as his body deflates. “Make it hurt so bad Moon, so I can finally let you go.”

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Moon and Eliot