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I put him down, toss the knife on the bed near the pillow, and then order him to strip while I do the same. When he’s done, Michael crawls on the bed, giving me for a too-brief, very smutty vision of his round ass. Then he turns belly up and lays down, legs open, hard cock pointing at the almost white hair peppering his pecs. His skin is so pale, his green veins create a blood road map all over his body. It’s so damn hot.
He is lithe but fit, with some definition. The tempting V of his lower abdomen points downward, drawing my gaze to his pink, hard length again. He calls my name. His heavy-lidded eyes are begging me to join him and fuck him into the mattress. That’s how I like him. Horny for me.
I grab my cock and, after slicking the length with some precum, start giving it slow, hard pumps. “I see you in all your bloody beauty, babe.” My eyes are eating every soft and hard line of him.
“You really see me, don’t you?” he asks in a timid voice.
“You’re a vision, Michael.” My knee sinks into the bed. Then the other follows. And I slide on top of him like a predator, holding my weight on my elbows. “I prefer seeing you with my cock buried all the way inside your ass. But under me? Ready to be taken? It’s damn sweet too.”
He lets out a long, shuddering breath, and a shadow of a smile appears on his lips. I turn my head and start leaving light nips and long licks over the cuts on his arms. They are part of him, therefore mine as well. The feel of hands touching me usually annoys the hell out of me. But Michael’s fingers running through my hair, tightening around my locks and scratching my scalp? I don’t know how I ever existed without them.
I grab the knife near the pillow and hand it to him. “Cut me,” I command him. “I want the same marks you bear on my arms. I want to make them mine.”
“You-you can’t do that. Can’t… take them away.” His eyes turn glassy.
“I don’t want to take them away. I want to share them with you,” I correct him.
He still doesn’t take the knife.
“You’ve suppressed a part of yourself. And it turned against you.” I stroke one of the scars lightly, feeling him shivering under me. “You should have embraced it. Accepted it. Like I do. Let go, Michael. You’re fucking beautiful. Do what we both want. Cut me, babe!”
He looks deeply inside my eyes before gripping the knife with a trembling hand. He slowly turns the blade to my right bicep.
“A little lower,” I instruct him, wanting the wound to be in the exact same spot as his. His shiny blond head tilts slightly to the left before I feel the blade hesitantly sink in. “Attaboy,” I groan in pleasure. “That’s it. So fucking good.”
The cut is not as deep as the others I made, but it takes him longer. And the slow aching sting makes me hiss with desire. As soon as he lifts the knife, his tongue goes in its place. The moan escaping his lips turns my balls into heavy, boiling vessels ready to shoot. And when he sucks, the sensations coursing through me… it can only be described as raw pleasure. I always had a penchant for pain, but never thought I’d enjoy it in the bedroom. The way Michael is giving it to me though? It’s making my cock drip like a broken faucet.
While he keeps mouthing my wound, I push his legs wider, spit on my finger and lower them. I stroke some saliva over the puckered rim, and then force a digit all the way in.
“Ahhh!” he screams, dropping his head on the pillow. His upper teeth dig into his red lip. “More. Give me more,” he whispers thickly.
I push myself back on my knees. Lifting his bent legs up and opening my mouth, I let spit fall on the crack of his ass. It’s obscenely satisfying to see it roll down and disappear under him. I gather it and push another finger inside his tight warmth.
He moans loudly and arches up from the bed. The knife falls from his hand and rolls on the floor. My fingers are pumping ruthlessly inside him when I growl, looming over him, “Now, let me hear how much you like taking my fingers up your ass, when it’s already full of my cum.”
“So much. Shit! Please.” Seeing him sweating and twisting under me, screaming in bliss, takes me to the point of no return. I pull out my fingers and roll him around.
“Hands and knees. Open those cheeks for me. Show me what’s mine.” Pushing his forehead against the bed, he follows my instructions eagerly. I take a moment to admire the pink entrance I plan to ruin… eventually. “Keep them open. I want to see our bodies become one when my cock sinks inside you.”
I spit some more on my already dripping cock and smear the fluids all over it before lining it up at his entrance. With a powerful thrust, I push through the ring, half-way inside. He whimpers but widens his knees, pushing his cheeks more apart. I pull back before ramming all eight inches of raw, hard dick inside him.
He cries and moans, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” His blunt nails dig into his skin. I grab his waist to hold my cock deep as he tentatively works his hips in circles.
There’s no resistance, only a demand for more. And all my red cells are rapidly set on fire. I’m fucking high having him, defenseless and willing under me. Taking every slam of my cock like a perfect slut. His cries turn downright filthy, and I’m addicted to every single sound he utters. Mindlessly encouraging me to fuck him harder, deeper.
The feel of his wet, hot, suctioning channel taking my whole dick, clenching around it, makes my eyes cross. Desire overwhelms me and I turn into a mindless animal chasing his own pleasure. I grab Michael’s hair and lift his head from the mattress, pumping wildly inside his ass. My other hand takes hold of his shoulder to pull his body roughly against my hips every time I piston forward.
“Raph,” he yells my name, his voice raw.
I feel the urge to mark his skin. Claim him, with bites and bruises that will make him moan louder. I drop down on him, placing a hand on the sheets. His fingers let go of his asscheeks. But before I can let him know my displeasure, he begins to respond to each one of my thrusts with a hard and fast bucking of his hips, fucking himself frantically on my cock.
I tilt his head to the side to expose his neck to me.
“Yes,” he whimpers, licking his lips. His hand finds mine on top of the sheets and he laces our fingers together, just before my teeth sink deeply in his soft flesh. As soon as I taste blood, I suck it hard into my mouth, relishing his moans. Michael is impaling himself wildly on my cock. My balls slapping against his ass.
“Your belly is full of my blood. Your ass of my cum,” I growl near his ear. “And you’re working my cock for another load. You belong to me, Michael.”
“Raph.” His blue eyes find mine. “I-I love you,” he chokes out. Hearing him saying those words opens something inside me. Something I kept locked since the day they tore him from me.
