Blaze POV
I know he won’t agree, but watching him squirm underneath me is fucking satisfying. Plus, he’s stopped actively telling me to get off him. I think he’s starting to come around.
Still, I have questions. A lot of them. I know almost nothing about him, except that this is where he lives and where he works.
I grind down into him again just to hear that sweet groan slip out of his mouth. “I need an answer, Dylan. You agree to let me fuck you, and I’ll leave you alone after.”
Okay, that’s complete bullshit. I won’t leave him alone. All I really want is for him to accept that he’s gay, at least with me.
“You won’t leave me alone. I’m not fucking stupid,” he mutters.
I tilt my head and nod. “I promise. Swear down on my bike.” I’ve got more than one bike anyway. If one has to explode for this, it’ll be worth it.
“O-okay.”
Fuck, I love when he stutters. I don’t even know why, but it does something to me. I try not to stare too hard. Did he really just agree to let me fuck him? Does he actually realise what he just said?
He wasn’t supposed to agree. He was supposed to negotiate, push back, offer me something else. Anything but this.
And now I’m the one hesitating. Me.
I pull back, flip him over onto his stomach.
He’s not saying no. He’ll say it any second now… right?
I grab the small bottle of lube from my pocket and his eyes go wide.
“You have lube with you?”
I fuck a lot of guys. I’ve learned to always carry it. I don’t tell him that though. Instead I lean over him and bite down on the side of his neck. “I was hopeful you’d agree.”
I pour some lube onto my fingers and slide them between his cheeks, rubbing gently at first before slowly pushing one finger inside him. He groans, his head dropping forward into the mattress.
My free hand strokes down his back as I add a second finger, listening to every broken sound he makes. He rocks back slightly, pushing onto my fingers and I bite his neck.
He rocks back onto my fingers again, a shaky little sound escaping him. I smile against his neck and push a third finger in slowly, stretching him wider. He’s so fucking tight it makes my cock throb.
“Easy, Little Rabbit,” I murmur, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the side of his throat before sinking my teeth in just hard enough to leave a mark. He jerks, a broken groan tearing out of him, but he doesn’t pull away.
I twist my fingers deeper, opening them, working him open while my mouth stays on his neck, kissing, licking, biting. Every time my teeth sink in, his hole clenches around my fingers like he can’t decide if he wants to fight it or beg for more.
He’s breathing hard, face buried in the sheets, hips twitching back against my hand even as his body stays tense. I can feel the war going on inside him. Part of him wants to tell me to stop. The other part is already chasing the stretch.
I curl my fingers, searching, and the second I brush his prostate he gasps sharply, whole body shuddering.
“There it is,” I whisper against his skin, biting down again as I rub that spot over and over, slow and deliberate. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He whimpers, fists twisting in the sheets, but he doesn’t say no. He doesn’t tell me to stop. He just keeps rocking back onto my fingers like his body has already made the decision for him.
I add a little more lube, making sure everything is slick, and push four fingers in this time, careful, but firm. He moans louder, the sound muffled by the mattress. His thighs are trembling.
Keeping my mouth on his neck, I begin sucking and biting, marking him up while I fuck him open with my fingers. Every thrust of my hand is steady and deep, giving him no room to hide from how good it feels.
He’s right on the edge, not just physically, but mentally. I can feel it in the way he’s shaking, the way his breathing keeps catching. He’s letting me do this. He’s not fighting anymore.
Not really.
Leaning in closer, my lips brush his ear as I twist my fingers again, pressing hard against that spot that makes his whole body jolt.
“You’re doing so good for me,” I murmur, voice low and rough. “Taking my fingers so deep even though you keep telling yourself you shouldn’t.”
He lets out another broken sound, hips pushing back helplessly.
I don’t stop.
I keep working his ass, stretching him, teasing that spot, kissing and biting his neck until his legs are shaking and his moans are coming nonstop.
He’s not saying no.
His hole is clenching around my fingers, hot and slick, and I can feel how close he is to losing it completely.
I finally pull my fingers free. Dylan lets out a broken whimper at the sudden emptiness, his body twitching on the bed.
My eyes flick to the condom I’d tossed onto the mattress earlier.
I always use one. Always. No exceptions.
But right now, staring at it, all I can think about is how good he would feel raw.
How tight and hot he’d be with nothing between us.
I want to feel every inch of him, every pulse, every flutter when he comes.
I hesitate for half a second, jaw tight.
Fuck it.
I grab the lube instead, slick my cock up generously, and line myself up against his hole. The head presses against him, hot and blunt.
Dylan tenses immediately. “Wait—”
I push in slowly, just the tip at first. He groans, trying to pull away, hips shifting forward like he can escape the stretch.
“It feels weird,” he gasps, voice strained. “Blaze, it’s too—”
I don’t let him finish, instead I grip his hips hard and thrust all the way in with one smooth, deep stroke.
The second I bottom out, buried to the hilt inside his tight heat, Dylan’s whole body locks up. A sharp, broken cry tears out of him and his cock pulses hard against the sheets.
He comes instantly.
His hole clenches violently around my cock as he spills all over the bed, shaking and moaning through it. The orgasm hits him so fast and so hard that his legs give out, leaving him trembling beneath me.
I stay buried deep, not moving yet, just feeling the way he spasms and flutters around me. He’s so fucking tight it almost hurts, and the fact that he just came the moment I sank all the way in makes something dark and possessive twist in my chest.
He’s still panting, face pressed into the mattress, body limp and oversensitive.
Leaning down, I press my chest to his back, lips brushing his ear.
“Fuck, Dylan,” I murmur, voice rough. “You just came from me sliding in.”
He doesn’t answer. He just shudders, another weak sound escaping him as his hole continues to pulse around my bare cock.
And I haven’t even started moving yet.
I give him a moment, letting him feel the stretch, letting him adjust to being full of me. Then I slowly pull back and thrust forward again.
I’m trying to be careful. I normally fuck hard, like I’m trying to ruin whoever’s underneath me. I’m never soft. But this isn’t the time for that. I want him ruined, yeah, I want him sobbing and admitting how much he craves this. I don’t want him so broken that he swears he’ll never do it again.
So I move fast, but I hold back the worst of my strength.
Every time I drive in and hit that spot, he whimpers and buries his face deeper into the mattress. “F-f-fuck.” His voice is muffled and shaky.
I grab his hips and drag them up higher, getting a better angle. It works instantly. Now nothing but broken sounds and desperate little pleas spill out of him.
He feels fucking incredible. Maybe it’s because this is the first time I’ve ever fucked someone raw. I watch, almost hypnotised, as my cock disappears into his tight hole. All I can think about now is how his ass is going to look when I fill it with my cum and it starts dripping out of him.
I keep thrusting, each stroke breaking him open a little more. The sounds he makes are driving me insane.
Shifting my weight, I position myself higher so I’m thrusting down into him. His moans get louder, his body starts shaking, then goes limp beneath me.
“No running, Little Rabbit,” I groan, voice turning rougher. I grab the back of his neck and slam down harder. “This fucking ass was made for me.”
I press my chest flush against his back and start moving quicker, hips snapping with more force. I’m slipping. The control I was holding onto is cracking fast. He feels too fucking good.
My hand stays locked on the back of his neck while my other fist twists into his hair. I yank his head up so I can hear every single sound he makes.
“That’s it,” I growl, thrusting harder, deeper. “Give me it. Give me fucking everything.”
The last of my restraint snaps. I stop holding back and stop pretending that I can be gentle.
My grip on the back of his neck tightens hard enough to bruise as I slam into him with full force.
Dylan cries out, the sound raw and broken, his smaller body jolting violently under every brutal thrust. He’s so fucking tiny compared to me, no muscle, no size, just soft skin and trembling limbs that can’t do shit to push me off.
I love it.
I fuck him like the sadist I am, hips snapping hard and deep, using my weight to pin him completely to the mattress. Each thrust drives him forward, his face smashing into the sheets. He’s so small I can wrap one hand around the back of his neck and still have room to spare.
“Fuck, you’re tiny,” I growl, voice dark and low. “Look at you… taking my cock like you were born for it.”
I yank his head back harder by the hair, forcing his back to arch. His whole body shakes uncontrollably. Tears are leaking from the corners of his eyes now, and the sight of it sends a vicious thrill through me.
I lean down, bite the side of his neck hard enough to break skin, and slam in even deeper. He screams, the sound hoarse and desperate.
“That’s it,” I snarl against his ear. “Scream for me, Little Rabbit. No one’s coming to save you.”
I lose the last thread of control.
My hips piston faster, rougher, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.
I’m fucking him like I want to break him in half.
Every brutal thrust makes his smaller frame jolt and shudder.
He’s so tight, so hot, and the way his hole flutters and clenches around my bare cock is driving me insane.
I grab his hip with my free hand, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, and use the leverage to pound into him even harder. He’s crying now, soft, wrecked sobs mixing with his moans.
I don’t stop. I can’t.
The sadistic part of me I usually keep leashed is wide awake and hungry. I want him ruined. I want him to feel me for days. I want him to remember exactly who owns this ass now.
My pace turns punishing. I’m fucking him so hard the bed creaks and slams against the wall. Dylan’s voice cracks, his body going completely limp under me as I use him.
“Gonna fill you up,” I rasp, teeth clenched. “Gonna pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for hours.”
I thrust deep one last time, grinding against his prostate as I finally come.
A harsh groan tears out of me as I spill inside him, hot and thick, pulse after pulse flooding his tight little hole. I keep my cock buried to the hilt, hips twitching as I empty every drop into him.
Dylan’s body spasms weakly beneath me, another broken sob escaping his lips.
I stay on top of him, breathing hard, my much larger frame completely covering his smaller one.