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Degradation – In Your Fantasy by Ateez

The room smelled faintly of vanilla and smoke. A single lamp cast a golden glow across the messy sheets where Rylanknelt, hands pressed against the cool mattress, eyes flicking nervously toward Kai, who lounged lazily on the edge of the bed. The music played low, a haunting, seductive rhythm that matched the tension in the air.
“Look at you,” Kai murmured, voice dripping with amusement and something darker, “all desperate and trembling… like you want this, don’t you?” His words weren’t a question. They didn’t need to be. Rylan’s breath hitched, the sound almost audible over the soft beat of the song.

“You… you shouldn’t—” Rylan started, but the protest caught in his throat. Kai’s finger pressed under his chin, tilting his head up just slightly. “Shh,” Kai whispered. “I know what you want. Don’t hide it from me. Don’t hide it from yourself.”

Rylan swallowed hard, cheeks burning. “I… I can’t…”

“Can’t? Or won’t?” Kai leaned closer, eyes sharp, voice lowering until it was just a harsh whisper meant only for Rylan’s ears. “You’re here because you can, because you need it. Admit it. Admit you like being told you’re nothing but mine for tonight.”

The words hit Rylan like a shockwave, and the trembling became impossible to hide. He pressed into the mattress, the need to obey—and the shame that came with it—twisting inside him. Kai’s hand trailed down his spine, teasing, testing boundaries, enjoying the tightrope between humiliation and desire.

“You’re mine,” Kai repeated, almost cruelly, “and don’t you forget it.”

Rylan gasped, a mix of fear and anticipation. The song swelled, the beat matching the racing in his chest, as every word, every touch, chipped away at his defenses, leaving him exposed… perfectly, painfully exposed.

Kai’s hand slid from Rylan’s spine down to his hips, fingers digging in just enough to leave faint marks. The low growl of the song wrapped around them like smoke.
“On your knees,” Kai said, tone sharp now. Not a suggestion—an order.

Rylan obeyed, knees sinking into the mattress, palms flat, hair falling into his face. His breath came in short bursts, heart hammering at the shift in Kai’s voice.
“That’s better,” Kai murmured. He stood behind him, close enough for Rylan to feel the heat of his body. “Look at you—shaking already. You’re such a pretty mess.” His words dripped off his tongue like poison-laced honey, cruel but deliberate.
Rylan let out a soft sound he couldn’t quite swallow. Shame and want tangled together, leaving him exposed.

Kai leaned down, his mouth just above Rylan’s ear. “Say it,” he demanded quietly. “Say you’re mine tonight.”

Rylan hesitated, fingers clenching in the sheets. “I…”

Kai’s hand slid up, gripping his jaw, forcing his head back just slightly. “Say it.”
“I’m yours tonight,” Rylan whispered, the words trembling but clear.

“That’s right.” Kai’s lips brushed his ear, but his voice stayed low, rough. “And you’re going to stay on your knees until I’m done with you. Understand?”

“Yes…”

“Good.”

Kai’s hand trailed down again, the nails scraping lightly over Rylan’s skin now, making him shudder. The song’s chorus swelled, the beat thudding like a heartbeat, while Kai whispered a string of low, biting compliments and insults against Rylan’s neck—his words alternating between “good boy” and “pathetic” like a rhythm, keeping Rylan exactly where he wanted him.
The tension wasn’t about breaking him down; it was about making him feel—the sharpness of each word, each touch, grounding him in the moment, until all he could hear was the music and Kai’s voice.

Kai began to unbutton his shirt slowly, revealing a hint of his toned chest. "Take it off," he commanded, tossing the garment aside. His muscular frame was now on full display, glistening slightly in the dim lamp light. Kai's eyes gleamed with dark promise as he loomed over Rylan. "I want you to worship every inch of me with that pretty mouth of yours."

Rylan swallowed hard, his own shirt feeling suddenly restrictive. Nervously, he reached up to obey, fingers trembling as he unbuttoned it with shaking hands. Kai watched him intently, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Once Rylan's chest was bare, Kai's hand reached out to trace the lines of his collarbone, the backs of his fingers brushing against Rylan's nipple. Rylan gasped at the contact, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. Kai chuckled lowly.

You're so responsive," Kai murmured, circling Rylan's nipple with a fingertip. "I wonder how long you'll last before you're begging for more?"

Rylan's breath came in short, sharp bursts. He couldn't find the words to respond, his mind hazing with desire and trepidation. Kai's touch left trails of fire on his skin, stoking the heat building low in his belly.

Without warning, Kai grabbed a fistful of Rylan's hair, tugging his head back sharply as he crashed their mouths together in a bruising kiss. He licked into Rylan's mouth possessively, claiming every inch of it as his own.

Rylan whimpered into the kiss, the sound swallowed by Kai's mouth. He tasted faintly of whiskey and sin, and Rylan found himself craving more. More of this dark, delicious degradation. More of Kai's cruel touch and biting words.

When Kai finally pulled away, Rylan's lips were red and swollen, his chest heaving. Kai looked down at him, eyes glinting with wicked intent.

"That's just the beginning," Kai promised darkly. "By the end of tonight, you'll be ruined for anyone else. I'll make sure of that."

With that ominous declaration, Kai pushed Rylan down onto the bed, looming over him with a predatory grin. The night was still young, and Kai had so many more filthy plans.

Kai smirked cruelly as he looked down at Rylan sprawled beneath him, taking in the flush on his cheeks and the desperation in his eyes. He leaned in closer, voice dropping to a low, mocking purr.

"Look at you, already so needy and eager. Pathetic," Kai taunted, trailing a finger down Rylan's chest, stopping just short of his waistband. "I've barely touched you, and you're already panting like a bitch in heat."

Rylan flushed deeper, a mix of shame and arousal coursing through him at the degrading words. He bit his lip to stifle a whimper, not wanting to give Kai the satisfaction of hearing how much his cruel taunts affected him.

Kai chuckled darkly, amused by Rylan's futile attempt at restraint. "Don't try to hide it," he sneered, gripping Rylan's chin roughly and forcing him to meet his cold, piercing gaze. "I can see how much you love being put in your place. How much you crave being used and degraded."

To emphasize his point, Kai punctuated his words with a sharp, stinging slap to Rylan's thigh, leaving a reddening handprint on his skin. Rylan gasped, his body jolting at the sudden pain, a shock of pleasure-pain surging through him.

"Fuck, look at that pretty red mark," Kai purred, rubbing the abused flesh almost tenderly, sending shivers down Rylan's spine. "I bet you want more of that, don't you? Want me to mark up this pale skin until you're covered in my handprints, until everyone knows you belong to me?"

Rylan's breath came in short, ragged bursts, his heart pounding wildly in his heaving chest. He couldn't deny how much the degradation turned him on, how much he craved more of Kai's cruel touch, his biting words.

"Yes," Rylan whispered hoarsely, the word escaping his lips before he could stop it. "Please..."

Kai's eyes flashed with triumphant hunger at Rylan's admission. "Please what?" he demanded, voice dripping with mocking amusement. "Please what, sir?"

Rylan swallowed hard, his pride warring with his desperate arousal. Finally, he choked out, "Please... sir. Please... degrade me more. Use me.”

Kai smirked cruelly, loving the desperate, ashamed look on Rylan's face as he begged so sweetly to be used and degraded further. "Since you asked so nicely," Kai purred, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I suppose I can grant your pathetic request."

He leaned in closer, breath hot against Rylan's ear as he whispered, "I want you to strip naked, nice and slow. Show me every inch of the body you're so eager to offer up for my use. And if you're a good boy and follow my orders, maybe I'll reward you with more of the pain and pleasure you so clearly crave."

Kai punctuated his words with a sharp nip to Rylan's earlobe, tugging on it with his teeth before releasing it. Rylan gasped, a thrill of fear and anticipation shooting down his spine at the unspoken threat and promise in Kai's words.

With shaking hands, Rylan reached for the waistband of his jeans, slowly unbuttoning them and easing down the zipper. He stood up on unsteady legs, hooking his thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeling the denim down his thighs, revealing his boxers and the prominent bulge tenting the fabric.

Kai watched him intently, eyes glinting with wicked approval as more and more of Rylan's skin was revealed. Once the jeans hit the floor with a soft thud, Rylan hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, hesitating for just a moment before pulling them down as well.

His cock sprang free, hard and flushed a deep, needy red, the tip already glistening with precum. Rylan flushed deeper, shame and arousal warring within him as he stood naked and exposed before Kai, his body trembling slightly in anticipation of what was to come next.

Kai took his time looking Rylan over, a slow, appraising once-over that left him feeling stripped bare in more ways than one. "Mmm, not bad," Kai murmured, circling around Rylan like a shark scenting blood in the water. "A bit too skinny for my tastes, but I suppose I can work with it."

He stepped closer, gripping Rylan's chin roughly and forcing him to meet his piercing gaze. "From now on, I want you to address me as sir," Kai commanded, voice hard.

Kai smirked cruelly as he watched Rylan stand there, naked and exposed, his body trembling slightly in a heady mix of shame, fear, and desperate arousal. "Not bad at all," Kai purred, circling around Rylan slowly, taking in every inch of his pale skin, his flushed cock, the way his chest heaved with each ragged breath.

"Tell me, slut," Kai demanded, gripping Rylan's chin roughly and forcing him to meet his cold, piercing gaze. "Have you ever been fucked before? Have you ever had a real man claim this tight little hole?"

Rylan flushed deeper, a whimper catching in his throat at the crude, degrading question. He shook his head mutely, unable to find the words to respond. Kai's smirk only widened, his eyes glinting with wicked intent.

"Then you're in for a treat," Kai promised darkly, releasing Rylan's chin and stepping back. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. Present yourself like the needy little whore you are."

Rylan scrambled to obey, crawling onto the bed and assuming the position Kai demanded. He felt the cool sheets against his heated skin, the soft material a stark contrast to the hard, aching flesh of his cock.

Behind him, Kai finished undressing, the sound of clothing hitting the floor making Rylan's heart race with anticipation and dread. The bed dipped slightly as Kai climbed in behind him, the heat of his body searing against Rylan's back.

"Spread your legs wider," Kai ordered, voice rough and demanding. "I want to see this greedy little cunt, want to see how badly it's begging to be filled."

Rylan spread his thighs further apart, the cool air hitting his most intimate place, making him shudder. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but somehow, shamefully aroused by the degradation.

Kai drank in the sight of Rylan splayed out before him, his tight pink hole clenching and fluttering as if begging to be filled. A dark, cruel chuckle rumbled from his chest at the delicious sight of his new plaything presenting himself so eagerly.

"Look at that hungry little fuckhole, so desperate to be stretched and used," Kai purred, tracing a fingertip teasingly around the quivering rim. "Don't worry, slut, I'm going to give this greedy cunt exactly what it needs."

To emphasize his point, Kai brought his hand down hard on Rylan's ass, the sharp crack of skin against skin echoing through the room. Rylan yelped, his body jerking forward slightly from the stinging slap before settling back into position, his hole clenching tighter.

"Count them," Kai commanded, raising his hand again. "I want to hear you count out every single spank, every single mark I leave on this pale flesh."

The spanking continued, Kai's palm raining down on Rylan's ass in a relentless rhythm, leaving a tapestry of reddening handprints in its wake. "6....Mhm!...7" Rylan panted and whimpered, counting out each stinging blow, his cock throbbing and leaking steadily beneath him.

"Twenty," Rylan gasped out, his voice ragged and thick with shameful arousal. His ass burned, the skin tender and aching, but somehow, he craved more. More pain, more degradation, more of Kai's cruel touch.

Kai paused, rubbing the abused flesh almost tenderly, feeling the heat of it against his palm. "Such a good boy, taking your punishment so well," he praised mockingly. "I think you've earned a reward."

Without warning, Kai leaned down and dragged his tongue over Rylan's hole in a long, slow lick. Rylan shuddered, a moan tearing from his throat at the sudden, intense sensation. Kai's tongue delved between his cheeks, teasing and probing, the slick muscle pushing past the tight ring of muscle to slide deep inside.

"Fuck, you taste divine," Kai growled, his breath hot against Rylan's tender skin. "I could eat this sweet little cunt for hours and never get tired of it."

To prove his point, Kai sealed his lips around Rylan's hole and sucked hard, his tongue.

Kai continued his relentless assault, sucking and licking at Rylan's hole with a hunger that bordered on feral. Rylan could only moan and whimper, his fingers fisting in the sheets as pleasure sparked through his nerves like lightning.

"Please, sir," Rylan begged, his voice breaking on the title. "Please, I can't... it's too much..."

But Kai didn't stop, didn't let up his oral onslaught. Instead, he pushed Rylan's thighs further apart, spreading him wider, giving him even more access to his most intimate places. Kai's tongue delved deeper, fucking into Rylan's hole with an intensity that left him seeing stars.

"Sir, please, I'm gonna... I can't..." Rylan gasped out, his body tensing, his cock throbbing almost painfully against the sheets. The pleasure was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. He felt like he might shatter from it at any moment.

Kai pulled back slightly, his lips curling into a wicked smirk against Rylan's ass. "Go on then," he purred darkly, giving Rylan's hole one last, hard suck. "Come for me like the desperate little slut you are. Let me feel you fall apart on my tongue."

With that permission, Rylan couldn't hold back any longer. His orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his vision whiting out as pleasure exploded through every nerve ending. He came hard, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it spilled hot and thick over the sheets beneath him.

Kai groaned in approval, the vibrations rumbling through Rylan's body, drawing out his intense climax. He lapped up the evidence of Rylan's pleasure, his tongue swiping over his spent cock, cleaning him with long, slow licks until there was nothing left.

Finally, Kai sat back on his heels, looking down at Rylan with a smug, satisfied grin. "There now, don't you feel better?" he taunted, giving Rylan's ass one last, sharp smack. "Don't you feel like you belong to me now, like this greedy cunt belongs only to me?"

Rylan could only whimper in response, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his intense orgasm. He knew he was at Kai's mercy now.

Kai watched with a cruel smirk as Rylan trembled and shuddered through the aftershocks of his intense climax, the sheets beneath him damp and sticky with the evidence of his pleasure. He could see the way Rylan's body was already marked with his touch, the reddening handprints on his ass a clear sign of who he belonged to now.

"You're mine," Kai purred darkly, voice dripping with possessive satisfaction. "This tight little hole is mine, this pretty face, this gorgeous body... all of it belongs to me now."

To emphasize his point, Kai brought his fingers down to Rylan's spent cock, smearing the cooling release over his softening flesh, making Rylan gasp and twitch at the overstimulating touch.

"You see, my sweet little slut, you're not going anywhere. You're going to stay right here in this bed, in this room, and be ready and available for me to use you whenever I want," Kai commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. "I've marked you, claimed you, and now you're my property."

Rylan swallowed hard, a mix of fear and shameful anticipation swirling in his gut at Kai's ominous words. He knew he should protest, should demand to be released from this twisted game Kai was playing. But some dark part of him couldn't help but crave more, couldn't help but want to be owned, to be used, to be utterly at the mercy of this cruel, dominating man.

"So what do you say, my pretty little fucktoy?" Kai asked, voice low and dangerous. "Are you ready to be my good boy and do exactly as I say? Are you ready to give yourself over completely to me and let me ruin you for anyone else?"

Rylan's breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding wildly against his ribs. He knew he was standing on the precipice of a decision that would change everything, that would bind him irrevocably to this man and his dark desires. And God help him, but he wanted it. He wanted to be ruined, to be broken, to be reshaped into something new, something that belonged only to Kai.

"Yes, sir," Rylan whispered, his voice hoarse and rough with emotion. "I... I'm yours. I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. I'll be your good boy, your...fucktoy. "

Kai's eyes flashed with triumph and dark hunger as Rylan gave himself over so sweetly, so completely. "Good boy," he purred, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "Such an obedient little slut, so eager to please your sir."

He leaned down, capturing Rylan's lips in a hard, dominating kiss, plundering his mouth with a ruthless tongue. Rylan could only whimper into the kiss, submitting to the brutal onslaught, letting Kai claim every inch of him, inside and out.

When Kai finally pulled back, Rylan's lips were red and swollen, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. Kai smirked at the sight, trailing a finger over the abused flesh, feeling it tremble beneath his touch.

"But you're not ready for that yet," Kai murmured, voice low and dangerous. "First, I want to see how much more you can take. How much pleasure your body can endure before it breaks."

With that ominous promise, Kai reached over to the nightstand, pulling out a thick, black leather collar and a pair of matching cuffs. He held them up, letting Rylan see the shiny silver D-ring on the front of the collar, the way the cuffs gleamed under the soft lamp light.

"These are your new accessories," Kai informed him, voice hard and unyielding. "You'll wear them at all times, except when I tell you to take them off. They'll remind you that you belong to me, that every inch of this body is mine to use as I see fit."

Rylan swallowed hard, a thrill of fear and shameful excitement shooting through him at the sight of the leather restraints, at the unspoken promise of being truly bound and at Kai's mercy. He knew he was crossing a line, surrendering a piece of himself that he could never get back. And yet, some dark part of him was crying out for it, desperate to be owned so completely.

"Yes, sir," Rylan whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he met Kai's piercing gaze. "I... I understand. I'll wear them, always. I'm yours, sir."

Kai's lips curled into a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with cruel triumph. "Good boy," he praised, voice rough with anticipation. "Now, let's get you properly collared and cuffed."

Kai grinned wickedly as he wrapped the leather collar around Rylan's neck, the cool material a stark contrast to the heated skin beneath. With deft fingers, he buckled it tightly, the D-ring glinting obscenely in the soft light. Before securing it, he took out a small, pendant with the letter K on it. branding Rylan as his property.

"There," Kai purred, giving the collar a sharp tug, making Rylan gasp. "Now everyone will know who you belong to."

Next, he took the cuffs and secured them around Rylan's wrists, the leather molding to his skin like a second skin. He made sure they were tight, not enough to cut off circulation, but enough to leave faint red lines on Rylan's wrists, a subtle reminder of his new status as Kai's toy.

"There, now you're perfect," Kai said, voice dripping with cruel satisfaction. "My own personal fucktoy, ready and eager for me to use whenever I want."

To emphasize his point, Kai rolled Rylan onto his back, pushing his thighs apart and settling between them. Rylan could feel the hard, thick length of Kai's cock pressing against his own, still sensitive from his intense orgasm. He gasped, his hips jerking involuntarily, seeking more of that delicious friction.

Kai just smirked, rubbing his cock against Rylan's in a slow, teasing grind. "Already so eager for more," he taunted, voice low and rough. "Such a greedy little slut, always hungry for dick. Don't worry, I'll give this greedy cunt exactly what it needs."

With that promise, Kai reached over to the nightstand again, pulling out a bottle of lube. He slicked up his fingers, the cool liquid a shock against Rylan's heated skin. Without warning, he pushed one long, thick finger past Rylan's tight rim, sinking knuckle-deep into his still-fluttering hole.

Rylan cried out, his body clenching around the invading digit, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Kai just smirked, pumping his finger slowly, letting Rylan feel every inch of him as he stretched his tight channel.

"That's it, take it like the good little fucktoy you are," Kai growled, adding a second finger. Then three fingers in and out of his tight heat. Rylan could only moan and writhe beneath him, his body surrendering to the intense sensations, the stretch and burn of being so thoroughly fingered.

"Look at you, taking my fingers so well," Kai purred, voice dripping with cruel amusement. "I bet this greedy cunt is just dying to be filled with my cock, isn't it? Dying to be split open on my thick meat and used like the fuck hole it is."

Rylan could only whimper in response, his cock throbbing and leaking against his belly, aching for more stimulation. He felt empty, hollow, and desperate to be filled, to be claimed completely by Kai.

As if reading his mind, Kai withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving Rylan's hole clenching and fluttering around nothing. Before he could protest the loss, Kai gripped his hips tightly, tilting them up and back, and slammed his thick, hard cock into Rylan's ass with one brutal thrust.

Rylan screamed, his back arching off the bed as Kai's cock speared him open, stretching him wider than he'd ever been before. The pain was blinding, the pleasure overwhelming, and he could only clench down around the thick shaft splitting him open.

"Fuck, so fucking tight," Kai snarled, starting to move, sawing his hips back and forth, fucking into Rylan's ass with deep, powerful strokes. "This cunt was made for my cock, fits me like a fucking glove."

Rylan could only moan and sob, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes as Kai used him, fucked into him with a relentless, punishing rhythm. Each thrust hit his prostate dead-on, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine, making his own cock bounce against his belly, leaking and throbbing with desperate need.

"That's it, take it, fucking take it," Kai growled, one hand fisting in Rylan's hair, yanking his head back, forcing him to arch into each brutal thrust. "This is what you're made for, this is all you're good for. Being a tight little cock sleeve for me to use."

Rylan could only whimper his agreement, surrendering completely to the ruthless fucking, to the overwhelming pleasure.

Kai continued his relentless pace, pounding into Rylan's willing body with deep, powerful thrusts. Rylan moaned and sobbed in ecstasy, tears of pleasure streaking down his cheeks as he clung to the sheets beneath him. Despite the intensity and roughness of Kai's coupling, it was clear that every cry and whimper from Rylan's lips was born from sheer, unadulterated bliss.

"Yes, sir! Oh god, yes!" Rylan gasped out between ragged breaths, his hips rolling to meet each driving thrust. "Your cock... it feels... fuck, it feels so good inside me! I love being split open on your thick meat."

Kai grinned wickedly at Rylan's wanton cries, his grip on Rylan's hips tightening as he redoubled his efforts. "That's right, take it all, you filthy slut. Milk my cock with this greedy cunt. Show me how badly you need it."

Rylan could only moan and keen in agreement, his body shaking with the force of Kai's thrusts. He could feel every ridge and vein of Kai's shaft dragging deliciously against his sensitive walls, stoking the pleasure building in his core.

"Please, sir... please fuck me harder," Rylan begged shamelessly, his own cock throbbing and leaking against his belly. "I want... I need... I need to come, sir! Please let me come on your beautiful cock!"

Kai's eyes flashed with dark triumph at Rylan's desperate plea. "Go ahead then, you dirty whore. Come for me. Show me what a good little fucktoy you are."

With that permission, Rylan's orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave, his cock pulsing and throbbing as it spilled hot and thick over the sheets and his own belly. He cried out in rapture, seeing stars as the pleasure consumed him utterly.

Kai fucked him through his climax, his own rhythm growing erratic as he chased his own release. With a harsh shout, he buried himself balls-deep in Rylan's spasming hole and came hard, flooding Rylan's passage with thick, hot seed.

"Fuck, take it all," Kai growled, grinding his hips against Rylan's ass, making sure every last drop of his release was seated deep inside Rylan's core. "Take my load, you slut."

As Kai finished emptying himself inside Rylan, he collapsed forward, blanketing Rylan's smaller body with his own. For a long moment, he simply lay there, panting harshly against Rylan's neck, his softening cock still buried deep in Rylan's well-used hole.

Finally, Kai levered himself up on his elbows, looking down at Rylan with a soft, almost gentle expression. He brushed a few sweat-dampened strands of hair off Rylan's forehead, tucking them back behind his ear.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Kai asked, voice low and warm, a stark contrast to his earlier dominance. "I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?"

Rylan could only shake his head, a blissed-out smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "No. I'm... I'm so good. Better than good," he murmured, reaching up to cup Kai's cheek. "Thank you, for... for everything."

Kai's eyes softened further at Rylan's words, and he turned his head to press a surprisingly tender kiss to the palm of Rylan's hand. "You don't need to thank me, love. Seeing you come apart on my cock, feeling you squeeze me so tightly... that's all the thanks I need."

With that, Kai carefully pulled out of Rylan, hissing softly at the sensation. Rylan whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but Kai hushed him with another gentle kiss.

"Shh, I've got you," Kai murmured, rolling to the side and pulling Rylan with him. He gathered the smaller man into his arms, cradling him against his chest. "Let's get you cleaned up, sweetheart."

Kai helped Rylan to the bathroom, turning on the shower and adjusting the temperature. He stepped in first, holding out a hand for Rylan, assisting him under the warm spray.

As the water cascaded over them, Kai took great care in washing Rylan, his hands gliding over every inch of his skin, making sure to clean him thoroughly. He even knelt down to clean between Rylan's legs, his touch gentle and almost reverent as he tended to his lover's sensitive flesh.

Once they were both clean, Kai shut off the water and stepped out, grabbing a fluffy towel to wrap around Rylan's shoulders, rubbing him dry.

After toweling Rylan off, Kai led him back to the bedroom, his arm wrapped protectively around the smaller man's shoulders. He had already stripped the soiled sheets off the bed and replaced them with fresh, clean ones that smelled faintly of laundry detergent and fabric softener.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's get you into bed," Kai murmured, pulling back the covers invitingly. "You must be exhausted after... all that."

Rylan could only nod, a yawn escaping his lips as he climbed into the bed, the clean sheets cool and soothing against his skin. Kai followed him in, spooning up behind Rylan and pulling him close, tucking the covers around them both.

"Sleep now, love," Kai whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the back of Rylan's neck. "I've got you. You're safe with me."

As Rylan drifted off to sleep, lulled by the steady beat of Kai's heart and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he felt a sense of warmth and contentment wash over him. He knew he had made the right choice in giving himself over to Kai, in trusting the dominant man with his pleasure and his body.

And as he succumbed to the darkness of sleep, Rylan knew that he would face whatever challenges and adventures tomorrow brought, as long as he had Kai by his side. Together, they would weather any storm, any trial, and emerge stronger for it.

Besides, he thought with a small, sleepy smile, tomorrow would bring new delights and new pleasures to explore. And he couldn't wait to experience them all, as Kai's loving and willing partner.

With that thought, Rylan let the darkness take him, his breathing evening out as he slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber in Kai's strong arms.

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Adrian's hands roamed Nico's bound body, tracing the lines of his muscles, the dip of his waist, the curve of his hips. He could feel Nico trembling under his touch, could hear the hitch in his breath, the soft gasp that escaped his lips. It was intoxicating, this power he held over him.

"You're exquisite like this," Adrian murmured, voice low and rough with desire. "So responsive, so... obedient." His fingers dipped lower, teasing along the waistband of Nico's pants. "I want to mark every inch of you, claim you, make you mine in every way possible."

Nico's eyes fluttered closed, a moan catching in his throat as Adrian's hand slipped beneath the fabric, fingers brushing against his hardening length. "Please..." he whimpered, hips bucking slightly into the touch.

Adrian chuckled, dark and low. "Shh, patience, my dear. I'm going to take my time with you tonight." He wrapped his fingers around Nico's cock, stroking slowly, teasingly, his thumb circling the sensitive head. "I want to feel you lose control, want to hear you scream my name until it's the only thing etched in your brain."

His other hand slid up Nico's chest, fingers splaying across his sternum, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. "I bet you're thinking of filthy things." Adrian purred, voice a sinful whisper. "That's what you're thinking about, isn't it? The dirty, filthy things I'm going to do to you?"

Nico keened, a desperate sound that caught in his throat. His cock throbbed in Adrian's grip, leaking pre-cum, aching for more. "Yes," he gasped out, voice ragged. "Want you to... want you to ruin me."

"Oh, I will," Adrian promised darkly. "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else. You'll never want another touch but mine." He squeezed Nico's length almost painfully, thumb pressing hard against the slit. "Now, let's get these off you, shall we?"

With deliberate slowness, Adrian peeled Nico's pants down his legs, baring him completely to his heated gaze.

Adrian drank in the sight of Nico's naked, bound body splayed out before him, every inch of smooth skin and lean muscle on lewd display. He could feel his own cock straining against the confines of his slacks, aching to be buried inside that tight heat. But he wanted to take his time, to savor every moment of Nico's surrender.

"You're mine now," Adrian growled possessively, trailing his fingers down Nico's chest and abs, feeling them quiver under his touch. "All mine to do with as I please." He wrapped a hand around Nico's throat, applying just enough pressure to make his breathing a bit more labored. "And right now, I'd like to make you scream."

Adrian leaned down and captured one of Nico's nipples between his teeth, biting down just shy of too hard before sucking greedily at the sensitive nub. His other hand drifted lower, grasping Nico's weeping cock and stroking it in a slow, teasing rhythm that made Nico writhe against his bonds.

"Fuck, you taste divine," Adrian purred against his skin, licking a wet stripe up to Nico's collarbone. "I could devour you whole." To punctuate his words, he sank his teeth into the side of Nico's neck, marking him, claiming him.

Nico cried out, a broken sound of pleasure and pain, his hips bucking frantically into Adrian's hand. "Please, please..." he babbled, lost to the sensation, drowning in the overwhelming pleasure of being at Adrian's mercy.

Adrian just laughed, dark and wicked, as he released Nico's throat and wrapped his fingers around his balls, rolling them roughly in his palm. "Please what, babe? Tell me what you need." His thumb and forefinger wrapped around the base of Nico's cock, squeezing almost painfully as he continued to stroke the sensitive head with his other hand.

"Need... need you inside me," Nico gasped out, his voice raw and desperate. "Want to feel you in me, want you to ruin me for anyone else. Please, please fuck me!"

Grinning brutally, Adrian released Nico's cock and balls, leaving them throbbing and aching. He grabbed the lube and slicked his fingers generously before pressing one, then two, then three digits knuckle-deep into Nico's clenched hole.

Adrian grinned at Nico's desperate pleas, relishing the power he held over his bound lover. "Since you asked so nicely..." he purred, voice dripping with dark promise. He grabbed the fluffy black handcuffs attached to the headboard, wrapping them tightly around Nico's hands, then forced his legs up and back, nearly bending him in half. The position left Nico's ass and hole utterly exposed, vulnerable, and ready for Adrian's taking.

"You're going to be screaming my name all night long," Adrian growled, giving Nico's ass a sharp smack that left a red handprint blooming across his cheek. Nico yelped, his cock jumping against his belly at the sudden sting. Adrian just chuckled, rubbing the reddened skin soothingly before delivering another slap to the other cheek. He continued to alternate, spanking Nico's ass until it was a fiery red, until Nico was sobbing and writhing against the bonds holding his hands.

Only then did Adrian stop, grabbing the lube and dripping a generous amount onto Nico's fluttering hole. He rubbed the slick around the furled flesh, pressing against it teasingly before sinking one long finger inside the tight heat. Nico clenched down greedily around the intrusion, his inner muscles gripping Adrian's finger like a vice.

“Fuck, you're so tight, babe.” Adrian groaned, working his finger in and out of Nico's ass, curling it just so to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside. He added a second finger, then a third, pumping them in and out, stretching Nico open, preparing him for what was to come.

Nico could only keen and gasp, his cock drooling pre-cum onto his stomach as Adrian finger-fucked him, hitting that sweet spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids. He was so lost in sensation that he barely noticed when Adrian removed his fingers, until he felt the blunt head of a hard cock pressing against his entrance.

"Beg for it," Adrian demanded, his voice a dark snarl. "Beg me to fuck you, to make you mine." He pressed forward just slightly, the head of his cock popping past Nico's rim, and waited for his lover's plea.

"Please!" Nico sobbed, his voice breaking on the word. "Please, please fuck me! I need you so badly.”

Adrian smirked in sadistic glee as Nico begged so sweetly for his cock. "Such a good little slut, begging so prettily," he purred, petting Nico's head affectionately. "Since you asked so nicely..."

With that, he pressed forward, sinking his cock past Nico's tight rim and into the clutching heat of his ass. They both groaned at the sensation, Nico's inner muscles gripping Adrian's shaft like a silken vice. Adrian didn't stop until he was buried to the hilt, his balls pressed against Nico's ass.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Adrian grunted, giving a sharp thrust of his hips that made Nico see stars. "So goddamn tight and hot around my cock." He rolled his hips, grinding against Nico's prostate, making him cry out.

He gripped Nico's hips bruisingly hard as he notched the swollen head of his cock against Nico's slick, stretched hole. "I'm going to split you open on my dick, ruin this tight little ass until you can't walk straight." With one brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep inside Nico, not giving him any time to adjust before he started up a relentless pace.

Nico screamed, his voice echoing off the walls as Adrian fucked into him with animalistic intensity. The chain binding his arms rattled with each powerful thrust, the leather straps creaking under the force of their coupling. Nico could only take it, could only surrender to the brutal fucking, his body jolting with every slam of Adrian's hips against his ass.

He attached a leash to the ring of the choker, giving it a sharp tug to ensure it was secure. Nico gasped, his hands scrabbling at the chains binding his wrists as the collar tightened around his throat.

"This marks you as my property now," Adrian growled, his voice a dark rumble against the shell of Nico's ear. "My toy, my plaything, to use as I see fit." He punctuated his words with a brutal thrust of his hips, slamming his cock deep into Nico's ass, making him cry out. The sound turned into a choked-off moan as Adrian tightened the leash, restricting his airflow just enough to make him dizzy with lack of oxygen.

Adrian could feel Nico's pulse racing beneath his fingers, could see the desperation and need burning in his eyes. It fueled his own lust, his own desire to claim and conquer. He started to move faster, his hips slapping against Nico's ass with every thrust, the obscene sound of skin on skin filling the room.

"Fuck, you feel incredible," Adrian grunted, sweat beading on his brow as he rutted into Nico's willing body. "So fucking tight, so perfect around my cock." He could feel his balls tightening, his orgasm building, but he held back, determined to make this last as long as possible.

He wanted to mark Nico inside and out, wanted to fill him up until he was dripping with his essence. He wanted Nico to reek of him, to be branded by his scent and taste. His hand tightened on the leash, pulling Nico's head back further, forcing him to arch his spine and push his hips up to meet Adrian's thrusts.

"That's it, fuck, take it," Adrian snarled, his voice ragged and rough with pleasure. "Take my fucking cock like the desperate slut you are." He could feel Nico's body starting to quake.

Adrian's thrusts became erratic, his rhythm faltering as he chased his rapidly approaching climax. The leash tightened further, cutting off Nico's air completely as Adrian slammed into him with short, sharp jabs, grinding his cock as deep as it could go. Nico's vision started to darken around the edges, spots of black creeping in as he gasped and choked, trying desperately to suck in air that wouldn't come.

"Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna..." Adrian grunted, his voice a strangled roar as his orgasm finally overtook him. His cock jerked and spasmed inside Nico, painting his insides white with thick ropes of cum. He collapsed forward, crushing Nico into the mattress with his weight as he emptied himself completely, filling Nico to the brim with his release.

For a long, agonizing moment, there was only the sound of their ragged breathing and the pounding of their hearts. Then, finally, Adrian loosened the leash, allowing Nico to gulp down precious air in great, heaving breaths. He could feel the hot, sticky essence of their coupling seeping out around his softening cock, dripping down his balls and thighs.

"Beautiful," Adrian murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied. He brushed sweat-drenched hair back from Nico's face, his touch almost tender. "Absolutely fucking beautiful." He rolled to the side, pulling Nico with him, holding him close. Nico could only whimper softly, his body aching and used, his mind blank and empty except for the lingering aftershocks of pleasure and pain. He was utterly spent, completely wrecked, and utterly content to be owned, to be claimed, to be Adrian's.

Adrian held him close, one large hand resting possessively on Nico's hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. "Mine," he rumbled, voice a dark, satisfied growl. "All mine." He nuzzled into the sweat-damp hair at Nico's nape, breathing in the scent of sex and sweat and satisfaction. In that moment, everything was perfect, everything was right. Nico was his, now and forever. And he would never let him go.

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The bass from the song vibrated low through the speakers, the steady rhythm pulsing like a heartbeat. Elias lay back against the pillows, his wrists loosely tied in place, his chest rising and falling in anticipation. Across from him, Maris stood tall, leather straps snug around her waist, the sleek harness gleaming faintly in the dim light.
“You wanted this,” Maris said softly, but her voice carried a weight that made Elias shiver. She moved onto the bed, deliberate and sure, her fingers brushing over his skin as if testing just how ready he was.
Elias swallowed hard, his cheeks flushed. “Y-yeah… I did.”
Maris tilted her head, smirking as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his ear. “Then beg me. Let me hear it.”
He hesitated, pride clashing with need, but the way her hand pressed firmly against his thigh left him no choice. “Please… Maris, I need it.”
“That’s better.”
The beat of the song swelled as she positioned herself, the harness cool against his skin before the first slow push made him gasp. His back arched instinctively, a low groan slipping from his throat, and Maris’s smirk deepened.
“Look at you,” she teased, her voice husky with control. “Taking it so well. My good boy.”
Every thrust was steady, intentional, matching the rhythm of the music—slow enough to tease, deep enough to make Elias lose control of his breath. His hands tugged helplessly at the restraints, muscles trembling, but Maris stayed in full control, her grip firm on his hips.
“You’re mine tonight,” she whispered sharply, leaning over him, eyes burning with dominance. “Every sound you make belongs to me.”
The room filled with the song’s dark pulse, Elias’s soft gasps, and Maris’s controlled rhythm—an intoxicating blend of surrender and power, perfectly wrapped in the heat of their roles reversed.

Another sharp thrust made Elias gasp, his fingers curling into fists against the sheets. The sensation of the toy pressing deep inside him, coupled with Maris's dominant grip, sent electric jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine.
"Maris..." he panted out, eyes fluttering shut as he lost himself to the intense sensations. "Fuck... it feels so good..."
She chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through him. "That's the point, baby. Tonight, this is all about your pleasure."
Her hips rolled in a steady rhythm, each push burying the toy deeper, each pull leaving him aching for more. The room echoed with the lewd squelches of the lube, the creaking of the mattress, and Elias's increasingly desperate noises.
Maris leaned down, her breasts brushing against his chest as she captured his mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue dominated his, claiming him thoroughly as her hands roamed his body, squeezing, caressing, pinching. Marking him as hers.
"Look at you," she purred against his lips, "Taking my cock like you were made for it. Such a good little slut for me."
Elias could only whimper in response, lost in a haze of lust and submission. His cock throbbed against his belly, leaking steadily onto his skin. The dual stimulation of the toy inside him and Maris's skillful touches pushed him rapidly towards the edge.
"Maris... I can't... I'm going to..." he gasped out, feeling his climax building with alarming speed.
She smirked against his mouth. "Not yet, baby. Not until I say so. Hold it back for me."
Her words were a command, and despite his desperation, Elias tried to obey. He bit his lip hard, fingers digging into his palms, as he fought to hold off his impending orgasm.
Maris seemed to sense his struggle, and she increased her pace, slamming into him with more force. The room filled with the obscene slap of skin on skin, punctuated by Elias's choked-off moans.
"Come on, baby," she urged, her voice a sinful purr in his ear. "Give it to me. I want to feel you come undone on my cock. Now."
With a strangled cry, Elias let go, his body seizing up as his orgasm crashed over him. His cock jerked.

Maris felt Elias's body tense and then shudder beneath her as his climax hit him like a tidal wave. His cock throbbed almost painfully as it pulsed out stream after stream of his hot seed, coating his stomach and chest with sticky ribbons of white. The sensation of his inner walls clenching rhythmically around the toy buried deep inside him made Maris groan in satisfaction, feeling his pleasure as if it were her own.
"That's it, baby," she cooed, continuing to rock her hips in shallow thrusts, working him through his intense orgasm. "Let me feel you. I want to feel every last aftershock, every tremor of bliss."
Elias could only whimper and moan incoherently, his body wracked with sensation, as Maris expertly rode out his climax with him. She leaned down to lick the salt-sweet taste of his skin, lapping up the pearlescent drops of come that had splattered onto his chest. Her tongue swirled around a nipple before she drew it into her mouth, suckling gently as her hand drifted lower, cupping and squeezing the soft, sensitive flesh of his spent cock.
"Mmmm, you taste divine," Maris murmured, releasing his nipple with a soft pop. "I could get addicted to your flavor."
She continued to stroke him through the aftershocks, until his cock softened and his breathing returned to a more normal pace. Only then did she slow her own movements, coming to a stop with the toy still nestled deep inside him.
Elias gazed up at her with hazy, adoring eyes, a blissed-out grin on his face. "Wow... that was incredible," he said softly, his voice a bit hoarse from his cries of pleasure. "I've never felt anything like that before."
Maris smiled down at him, a mix of satisfaction and dark promise. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, baby. But we're far from done. The night is young, and I plan to make the most of every minute with you."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Get ready, Elias. Because before the sun rises, I intend to ruin you for anyone else. By the time I'm through with you, you won't even remember your own name.

Maris felt Elias shudder beneath her, a thrill running through him at her darkly whispered promise. His spent cock twitched weakly against his thigh, already anticipating more.
"Maris..." he breathed out, a mix of awe and trepidation in his tone. "Are you serious? You really want to... all night long?"
She smirked at his wide-eyed expression, trailing a finger down his chest and over his stomach, circling his navel. "Oh, baby... I thought you wanted this. I thought you wanted me to make you forget everything but my name, everything but the feeling of my body against yours, my hands on your skin, my voice in your ear..."
Her hand drifted lower, cupping his soft cock gently, giving it a teasing squeeze. "I'm going to worship this gorgeous body of yours until you're drunk on pleasure, until you're addicted to my touch. I'm going to fuck you in ways you've never even dreamed of, in positions that will make your head spin and your legs weak. I'm going to make you scream my name until it's the only word you know, until it's seared into your brain and branded on your very soul."
She leaned in closer, her lips a hairsbreadth from his. "So yes, Elias... I'm deadly serious. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be ruined for anyone else. You'll be mine, completely and utterly. Is that still what you want?"
Her eyes blazed into his, dark and intense, the promise of untold pleasures and unimaginable ecstasies shining in their depths. The room seemed to grow warmer, the air thicker, heavy with the weight of her words and the anticipation of the night to come.
Elias swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. He knew he should feel daunted, overwhelmed even, by the sheer intensity of her desire, the all-consuming nature of her lust. But all he could feel was a rising tide of excitement, of heady, breathless anticipation.
"Yes..." he whispered, his voice ragged with emotion. "God, yes... I want that. I want you, Maris. I want you to ruin me, to make me yours. I want to be addicted to you, to crave you, to need you like I need air to breathe."
A slow, wicked smile spread across Maris's face.

Maris's smile was a thing of dark beauty, a promise of pleasure and possession. "Good boy," she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. "You don't know how happy you've made me by giving me permission to claim you so completely."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his in the lightest of kisses, a whisper of a caress that left Elias aching for more.

She helped him onto the bed, pushing him down onto his back against the pillows. She grabbed his ankles, pushing his legs up and back towards his chest, nearly bending him in half. The new position left him completely exposed and vulnerable, his asshole on full display.
Maris grabbed the bottle of lube, slicking up the thick toy with generous amounts of the slippery fluid. She tossed the bottle aside and grabbed Elias's hips, pulling him towards her as she settled herself between his spread thighs.
"Remember, baby, you wanted this," she said, her voice a low, seductive growl. "You wanted me to ruin you, to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible. So take it, Elias. Take every fucking inch of me."
With that, she lined up the fat head of the toy against his slick, ready hole and pushed. The thick shaft stretched him wide, spreading him open in a way that bordered on pain, but Elias was too far gone in lust to care. He needed this, needed her, needed to be filled and used and claimed.
Maris set a hard, fast pace, slamming into him.

Maris set a relentless pace, pounding into Elias with a force that shook the sturdy bed frame. The room filled with the obscene slap of flesh against flesh, punctuated by Elias's wanton moans and cries of ecstasy. Each powerful thrust buried the thick toy deep inside him, stretching him wider, filling him more completely than he had ever been before.

She leaned over him, changing the angle of her thrusts to hit that special spot inside him that made stars explode behind his eyelids. Elias could only scream, his fingers scrabbling for purchase against the sheets as pleasure overwhelmed him.
"That's it, baby, let me hear you. I want the whole fucking neighborhood to know who you belong to, who's ruining this tight ass of yours," Maris growled, punctuating her words with sharp, deep thrusts.
Elias could only babble incoherently, a stream of pleas and praises falling from his lips. "Yes, Maris, fuck, yes! Harder, please, more! Ruin me, break me, make me yours!"

Maris could feel Elias's body tensing, his muscles pulling taut as a bowstring about to snap. His cock throbbed almost violently in her grasp, the thick vein on the underside pulsing with each hammering beat of his heart. She knew he was close, teetering on the brink of a mind-shattering climax.
"That's it, baby," she urged, her voice a low, seductive growl in his ear. "Let it happen. Give yourself to it, to me. I want to feel you come apart, want to hear you scream my name as you paint our bodies with your release."
She angled her hips, driving the toy in deep and grinding against that special bundle of nerves inside him. At the same time, she tightened her grip on his cock, stroking him with a fierce, demanding rhythm that left him no choice but to obey her unspoken command.
Elias let out a strangled cry, his back arching off the bed as his orgasm crashed over him like a tidal wave. His cock jerked and pulsed in Maris's hand, spilling thick ropes of come that splattered against his chest and stomach, some even reaching Maris's fingers.
Maris worked him through it, stroking and grinding, milking every last drop of pleasure from his shuddering body. She felt his inner walls clench rhythmically around the toy buried deep inside him, gripping it like a vice as he rode out the intense waves of his climax.
"That's my good boy," she praised, her voice a low, satisfied murmur. "Look at you, coming so hard for me. I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."
She leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss. Her tongue plundered his mouth, swallowing his cries of rapture, tasting the pleasure on his lips. She kissed him until he was boneless, until he collapsed back against the mattress, panting and spent.

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The soft glow of the room caught in Hyunjin’s hair as he hovered over Felix, hands warm on his hips.
“Look at you,” Hyunjin murmured, voice low and full of heat. “So perfect… every little shiver, every breath—you’re incredible.”
Felix’s chest rose quickly, cheeks flushed. “H-Hyunjin…”
Hyunjin’s hand slid along his side, squeezing lightly, tugging him closer. “You like that, don’t you? That I notice everything about you?”
“Yes…” Felix whispered, eyes wide and shining.
“Good boy,” Hyunjin praised, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck. “You’re so… responsive. So beautiful like this. Every sound you make belongs to me.”
Felix shivered, arching slightly as Hyunjin’s hands roamed, praising every reaction, every curve, every soft gasp. “You… you feel so good under me,” Hyunjin breathed, leaning close. “I love seeing you like this. You’re mine, Felix… my perfect boy.”
Felix whimpered softly, melting under the weight of Hyunjin’s words and touch, each compliment making him feel more exposed, more wanted, more owned—exactly how Hyunjin liked him.

Hyunjin continued his sensual exploration of Felix's body, hands gliding appreciatively over every dip and curve. "Your skin is so soft and smooth, like velvet," Hyunjin murmured, pressing tender kisses along Felix's neck and collarbone. "I could spend hours just touching you like this."

Felix's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips as Hyunjin's fingers traced the waistband of his boxers. "You're driving me crazy, Hyunjin," he whimpered, hips squirming slightly.

"Shh, just relax baby," Hyunjin soothed, his deep voice rumbling through Felix's chest. "Let me make you feel good. You deserve to be worshipped like you deserve to be."

Slowly, teasingly, Hyunjin peeled off Felix's boxers slightly, revealing more of his smooth, creamy skin. He paused to admire the way Felix's length strained against the confines of his underwear, the outline clearly visible. "Look at you, already so hard for me," Hyunjin purred approvingly. "I love seeing how much you want me."

Blushing deeply, Felix bit his lip and nodded shyly. Hyunjin leaned in to capture his mouth in a slow, deep kiss, tongue delving in to caress Felix's in a sensual dance. His hands continued their explorations, mapping out every inch of newly exposed skin, squeezing and kneading, leaving no part of Felix untouched or unappreciated.

Hyunjin settled himself between Felix's thighs, the hard length of him pressing insistently against the other man's arousal through their underwear. He rocked slowly, sensually, letting Felix feel every thick inch of him as he lavished attention on the sensitive skin where Felix's neck met his shoulder.

"You feel so good against me," Hyunjin breathed, voice heavy with desire. "I want to make love to you so slowly, so thoroughly, until you can't remember anything but the feeling of my body against yours, inside you, surrounding you completely."

Felix whimpered and wrapped his legs around Hyunjin's waist, pulling him closer even as he arched into the teasing pressure. "Please, Hyunjin," he begged softly, eyes hazy and cheeks flushed. "I need you... I need to feel all of you."

Hyunjin continued his roaming and caressing every inch of Felix's exposed skin. "You're exquisite, Felix," he murmured, voice low and heavy with desire. "Every little sound, every breath, every shiver - it's all music to my ears. You're playing my favorite symphony."

He dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses along Felix's chest, tongue swirling around a nipple before drawing it into his mouth to suck gently. His hand slid down to palm Felix through his underwear, feeling the hard, hot length of him throb against the fabric.

"You're so hard for me already, baby," Hyunjin purred, giving Felix a slow, firm squeeze. "I can feel how much you want this, how much you need me. You're mine, all mine, and I'm going to take such good care of you."

Felix keened softly, hips bucking up into Hyunjin's touch as his head tipped back, lost in the sensations. Hyunjin took his time, lavishing attention on every part of Felix's chest and abdomen, fingers dancing along the waistband of his underwear teasingly, not yet pulling them down, but letting Felix feel the promise of what was to come.

"Soon, love," Hyunjin breathed against his skin, voice a low rumble. "I'm going to make you feel so good, so complete. But first, I want to watch you fall apart just from my touch, just from the way I worship this gorgeous body of yours."

He slid a hand up to cup Felix's cheek, thumb brushing over his plump bottom lip, feeling it tremble. The other hand continued its sensual exploration, dipping lower, teasing along the crease of Felix's thigh, making him shudder and gasp.

"Don't hold back, baby," Hyunjin encouraged softly. "I want to hear every sound, every breath, every little moan. Give yourself to me completely, and I'll make this so good for you. I promise."

Hyunjin leaned in to capture Felix's mouth in a deep, sensual kiss, tongue delving in to claim and caress, urging him to let go, to surrender completely to the pleasure only Hyunjin could give him.

Felix whimpered into his mouth, hands fisting in Hyunjin's hair.

Hyunjin took his time peeling off Felix's underwear, revealing him inch by tantalizing inch. He paused to admire each new expanse of smooth skin, running appreciative hands and lips over the freshly exposed flesh. "Beautiful," he murmured, voice low and heavy with desire. "Absolutely beautiful."

Once Felix was fully bared to him, Hyunjin took a moment to simply look at him, taking in the sight of his lover laid out beneath him like a feast for the senses. His eyes darkened with want as they roamed over Felix's body, lingering on the hard, aching length of him, the flushed skin, the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

"You're stunning, baby," Hyunjin praised, hand wrapping around Felix's length, giving it a slow, firm stroke. "I could spend hours just admiring you like this, touching you, tasting you..." He leaned down to press a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the head of Felix's cock, tongue flicking out to lap at the bead of moisture gathered at the tip.

Felix gasped, hips jerking up into Hyunjin's touch as his hands fisted in the sheets beneath him. "Hyunjin," he breathed, voice strained and tight with pleasure. "Please... I need..."

"Shh, I know what you need, love," Hyunjin soothed, voice a deep, sensual rumble. "And I'm going to give it to you. But first, I want to watch you fall apart, just from my touch, just from the way I worship this gorgeous body of yours."

He continued his sensual assault, hands and mouth working in tandem to drive Felix closer to the edge. Fingers traced the crease of his thigh, dipped teasingly into his navel, squeezed the firm globes of his ass. Lips and tongue laved attention on every inch of skin, from his nipples to the sensitive flesh behind his knees, each touch designed to stoke the flames of Felix's desire.

Hyunjin settled between Felix's thighs, his hard, denim-covered arousal pressing insistently against Felix's own. He rolled his hips slowly, sensually, letting Felix feel every thick inch of him as he continued his sensual onslaught.

"You feel so good, baby," Hyunjin murmured.

Hyunjin took his time exploring every inch of Felix's bare skin, his hands and mouth leaving no part of him untouched or unappreciated. He mapped out the curves and planes of his lover's body, committing every contour to memory, reveling in the silky smoothness of his skin.

"You're exquisite, Felix," Hyunjin breathed, voice low and heavy with desire. "Every little sound, every breath, every shiver - it's all music to my ears. You're playing my favorite symphony, and I'm going to listen to every note."

He dipped his head to press open-mouthed kisses along the length of Felix's arousal, tongue tracing the thick vein on the underside, feeling it pulse against his lips. His hand wrapped around Felix's length, stroking him slowly, firmly, squeezing the hard flesh as if savoring its weight and heat.

"You're so hard for me, so eager," Hyunjin purred, voice a deep, sensual rumble. "I can feel how much you want this, how much you need me. You're mine, all mine, and I'm going to take such good care of you."

Felix could only whimper and moan in response, hands fisting in Hyunjin's hair, holding him close as he arched into every touch. His hips jerked and twitched, seeking more of that delicious friction, craving the feel of Hyunjin's body against his own.

Hyunjin gave him what he needed, taking his time, building the pleasure slowly, steadily. He lavished attention on Felix's most sensitive spots, from the tight, aching flesh of his nipples to the weeping tip of his cock, until Felix was writhing beneath him, lost in a haze of sensation.

"Hyunjin, please," Felix gasped out, voice tight and strained. "I... I can't... it's too much..."

"Shh, I know, baby," Hyunjin soothed, pressing a tender kiss to the inside of Felix's thigh. "I've got you. I'm going to take care of you. Just let go, love. Let me feel you come undone."

With that, he took Felix into his mouth, swallowing him down to the hilt, his nose pressing against the neat thatch of curls at the base of Felix's arousal. He held him there, throat working around the thick shaft.

Hyunjin began to move, setting a slow, sensual rhythm as he worked his mouth up and down Felix's length. His hand pumped what he couldn't take in, twisting and squeezing in time with the bobbing of his head. The obscene sound of his suckling filled the room, mingling with the wet, slick noises of his hand working feverishly over Felix's aching flesh.

Felix was lost in a fog of pleasure, his body writhing and twitching as Hyunjin took him apart piece by piece. Each drag of his tongue, each squeeze of his hand, each breathy purr of appreciation sent jolts of electricity zinging up and down Felix's spine. He could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter in his core, his balls drawing up close to his body as his climax approached.

"That's it, baby," Hyunjin encouraged, voice muffled around Felix's thickness. "Let me feel you. Come for me, Felix. I want to taste your pleasure."

His fingers dipped lower, teasing over the sensitive skin behind Felix's balls, pressing lightly against his taint. The added stimulation had Felix seeing stars, his vision whiting out as his body finally shattered.

"Hyunjin!" Felix screamed, voice cracking as he came hard, his hips jerking up off the bed as thick ropes of his release painted Hyunjin's throat. His body convulsed and shuddered, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over him, leaving him gasping and shaking in its aftermath.

Hyunjin drank it down greedily, swallowing every drop of Felix's essence as he worked him through his climax, coaxing out every last bit of pleasure. Only when Felix collapsed back against the bed, boneless and spent, did he release him, crawling up his body to capture his mouth in a searing kiss.

"You're incredible," Hyunjin praised, voice rough and low from his efforts. "I've never seen anything so beautiful as you coming apart in my arms like that." He brushed sweat-damped hair back from Felix's forehead, cupping his cheek tenderly. "I love you so much, Felix. More than anything in this world."

Felix could only whimper in response, turning into the caress, nuzzling into Hyunjin's palm.

Hyunjin settled himself between Felix's thighs, the thick ridge of his arousal pressing insistently against Felix's sensitive flesh. He rocked slowly, sensually, letting Felix feel every hard inch of him as he leaned down to capture his mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. His tongue delved in to claim Felix's, to dance and twine with his own, pouring all his desire and love into the embrace.

"Tell me you want this, baby," Hyunjin murmured against his lips, voice low and heavy with need. "Tell me you need to feel me inside you, filling you, completing you. I want to make love to you until you can't tell where I end and you begin."

Felix whimpered into his mouth, wrapping his legs around Hyunjin's waist to pull him closer. "Please, Hyunjin," he breathed, nipping at his lover's bottom lip. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me, stretching me, claiming me. I want to be yours, completely and utterly yours."

With a low, approving growl, Hyunjin reached down to line himself up, the broad head of his cock pressing against Felix's entrance. He paused for a moment, savoring the anticipation, before slowly pushing forward, sinking into the tight, silky heat of Felix's body inch by delicious inch.

They both groaned at the sensation, eyes fluttering shut as Hyunjin hilted inside him, his heavy balls resting against Felix's ass. He stayed still for a long moment, letting Felix adjust to the stretch, before starting to move. His thrusts were slow and deep, each one dragging his thick length out until just the tip remained inside, before pushing back in to the hilt, filling and completing Felix so perfectly.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Hyunjin gasped, voice strained with pleasure. "So tight, so hot and perfect around me. Like you were made just for me."

Felix could only moan in response, his body undulating beneath Hyunjin's, meeting each thrust with the roll of his own hips. He clutched at Hyunjin's shoulders, nails digging into the firm muscle as he lost himself in the rhythm, in the delicious slide of Hyunjin's body against his own.

His hands roamed over Felix's skin, caressing and kneading, leaving no part of him untouched or unappreciated.

each deep thrust pushing him higher, stoking the flames of his desire. He took his time, savoring every little gasp, every breathy moan, as if it were a precious gift. His hands roamed over Felix's skin, caressing and kneading, leaving no part of him untouched or unappreciated.

"God, Felix, you feel incredible," Hyunjin groaned, voice low and rough with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect around me. Like you were made to take my cock, to be filled by me."

Felix could only whimper in response, his body undulating beneath Hyunjin's, meeting each deep, sensual thrust with the roll of his own hips. "H-Hyunjin," he gasped out, voice tight and strained. "You're... mmm... you're so deep. So big."

Hyunjin smiled, pressing a tender kiss to the sweat-damped skin of Felix's neck, his throat, his jaw. "I know, baby. I know I'm stretching you, filling you so full. But you're taking me so well, like this was what you were born to do. Like this was what your body was made for - to be mine, to be claimed by me."

He punctuated his words with a particularly deep thrust, grinding his pelvis against Felix's, letting him feel the heavy weight of his arousal nestled deep inside him. Felix keened softly, his head tipping back, the column of his throat bared in a gesture of complete surrender.

"That's it, sweetheart," Hyunjin murmured, voice a deep, sensual rumble. "Give yourself to me, all of yourself. Let me make you feel good, so good. I want to ruin you for anyone else, want you to know that this body, this pleasure, belongs to me and me alone."

Felix could only moan in response, his body clenching down around Hyunjin's thickness, as if trying to hold him in, to keep him deep inside him forever. The wet, obscene sound of their coupling filled the room, mingling with the soulful strains of the music playing softly in the background.

"Hyunjin," Felix gasped out, voice a high, breathy keen. "I... I'm getting close. I can't... can't hold back much longer."

Hyunjin could feel Felix's body tensing, could sense his impending release in the way his inner muscles fluttered and clenched around his throbbing length. He doubled his efforts, hips snapping forward with increased urgency, determined to bring his lover to the pinnacle of pleasure.

"That's it, baby," Hyunjin encouraged

Let go for me. Come undone in my arms, around my cock. I want to feel your pleasure, want to watch you shatter."

He reached between their sweat-slicked bodies to find Felix's weeping arousal, wrapping his fingers around the sensitive flesh, stroking it in time with his increasingly rough thrusts. The added stimulation had Felix seeing stars, his back arching clean off the bed as he cried out his rapture.

"Hyunjin!" Felix screamed, voice cracking as his climax slammed into him like a tidal wave. His body convulsed, every muscle pulled taut as ecstasy overwhelmed his senses, leaving him drowning in a sea of sensation.

The sight of Felix coming apart so beautifully, so completely, pushed Hyunjin over the edge. With a hoarse shout of his lover's name, he buried himself to the hilt inside the clutching heat of Felix's body, his own release pulsing out in thick, hot spurts, painting Felix's inner walls with his essence.

They clung to each other as the aftershocks rolled over them, bodies trembling and hearts pounding in sync. Hyunjin pressed tender kisses to every part of Felix he could reach, murmuring words of love and praise, his voice rough with emotion.

"Felix," he breathed, cupping his lover's face, thumb brushing over his kiss-swollen lips. "You're incredible. I love you so much, more than anything in this world or the next. You're mine, completely and utterly, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me."

Felix could only whimper in response, turning into the caress, nuzzling into Hyunjin's palm, his eyes shining with unshed tears of joy and contentment. "I love you too," he whispered, voice hoarse from his cries of pleasure. "More than words can ever express. I'm yours, Hyunjin, now and forever."

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Grell lay sprawled across the bed, crimson hair fanned out like silk against the pillows, lips parted in a wicked grin as Sebastian pinned her hips down with gloved hands.
“Mmm, darling… so rough tonight,” she purred, voice dripping with delight.
Sebastian didn’t bother with a reply—his silence spoke volumes. His eyes burned with command, his grip tightening with perfect control.
William stood beside them, fingers adjusting his glasses before sliding deliberately over Grell’s thigh. “You’re insufferably loud,” he muttered, though his voice carried a heat that betrayed his restraint.
From behind, a low chuckle rumbled. Undertaker leaned in close, silver hair falling over his face as he traced a teasing finger along her jaw. “Ohh… look at you, lass. Trembling and begging for all of us to play with you.”
Grell gasped, caught between Sebastian’s weight, William’s firm grip, and Undertaker’s mischievous touch. Her body trembled, overwhelmed by them, yet her grin only widened.
“Ohhh, darlings,” she moaned, lashes fluttering. “All three of you at once… you’ll ruin me.”
The three men exchanged glances—Sebastian’s calm dominance, William’s rigid control, Undertaker’s wicked playfulness—before closing in on her together. Grell was enveloped, touched from every angle, their combined attention drowning her in waves of ecstasy she craved more of.

Grell arched her back as Sebastian's gloved hand slid up her hips, pushing her dress higher. His touch was electric, sending shivers through her body. She could feel the heat of his skin through the thin fabric, the strength in his fingers as they gripped her flesh.

Meanwhile, William's hand slid higher up her leg, his fingers brushing against her inner thigh. Grell gasped, her body trembling at his touch. She could feel the heat radiating off of him, the way his breath hitched slightly as he touched her.

Undertaker leaned in close, his silver hair falling forward as he traced a finger along her jawline. Grell shuddered at the feeling of his finger on her skin, the way his breath was hot against her ear.

She was completely surrounded, touched from every angle. Hands roamed over her curves, gripping and caressing her most sensitive spots. Grell could feel the hard, muscular chests pressed against her back and front, the way their breaths mingled together as they breathed in unison.

Grell's dress was pushed up around her waist, and she could feel the cool air of the room against her bare skin. She was completely exposed, vulnerable, and at the mercy of their desires. But she loved every second of it, reveling in the feeling of being wanted, of being desired by three such powerful, handsome men.

Grell's body was on fire, her skin tingling with anticipation. She could feel the heat building between her legs, the aching emptiness that begged to be filled. She arched her hips up against Sebastian, craving more of his touch, more of his dominance.

"Please..." Grell whimpered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I need... I need..."

Grell shuddered as Sebastian's gloved hand slidt to her thigh, pushing her dress up to expose the lacy edge of her panties. She was already damp, the flimsy fabric clinging to her most intimate area. Grell's heart raced as Sebastian's fingers brushed against her clothed sex, teasing her through the thin material.

Beside them, William's hand gripped Grell's thigh more firmly, kneading the soft flesh. His thumb brushed maddeningly close to her panty-clad slit, making Grell gasp. She could feel the heat emanating from William, the tension in his body.

Behind Grell, Undertaker's fingers crept up her spine, tracing her curves with agonizing slowness. He leaned in, breath hot against her ear. "Such a naughty little slut, aren't you, lass? Begging for all our cocks at once."

Grell arched into their touches, overwhelmed by sensation. Her nipples strained against the confines of her dress, aching to be touched, to be tasted. She could feel the wetness between her thighs increasing, the throbbing emptiness in her core crying out to be filled.

"Ohhh, fuck," Grell whimpered, head thrown back as she writhed between them.

Grell's breath hitched as Sebastian's fingers pushed her panties aside, his gloved digits slipping through her slick folds. She was dripping wet, her arousal coating his fingers as he teased her entrance. Grell's hips bucked up against his hand, desperate for more contact, more stimulation.

"Aahh!" Grell cried out, back arching as Sebastian slowly pushed a finger inside her tight heat.

Beside her, William's hand slid higher, his fingers brushing directly against Grell's swollen clit. The touch made Grell see stars, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. William's eyes darkened behind his glasses at her reaction.

"Sensitive little thing, aren't you?" William murmured, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I wonder how long you'll last, with all this stimulation..."

Behind Grell, Undertaker's hand slid around to cup her breast, kneading the soft mound. He slightly ran His finger over the scar on grell's chest. His thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled her stiff nipple, sending jolts of pleasure racing through Grell's body.

"Such a responsive, " Undertaker purred, his Scottish brogue rumbling through Grell. "I can feel your heart racing."

Grell could only whimper and moan, completely at the mercy of their touches, their teasing. Sebastian pumped his finger slowly in and out of her clenching heat, curling it to brush against that special spot inside her. William rubbed her clit with increasing pressure, the rough pad of his finger circling and tapping the sensitive nub. And Undertaker plucked at her nipple, sending sparks of sharp pleasure-pain through her.

Grell's body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming with sensation. The pleasure was overwhelming, the arousal building to a crest. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in her core.

"... oh god..." Grell panted, writhing between them. "I'm going to... I can't... it's too much...!"

Her muscles clenched, her walls fluttered around Sebastian's pumping finger as her climax crashed over her. Grell threw her head back and screamed, her pleasure echoing off the walls as she came undone.

But the men didn't stop their ministrations, determined to wring every last drop.

Grell convulsed beneath them, her body shaking with the force of her climax. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Sebastian's finger, gripping him like a velvet vice as he continued to pump slowly, helping her ride out the waves of her intense orgasm.

As Grell came down from her high, William's fingers left her sensitive clit, making her whimper at the loss of stimulation. But then his hands gripped her hips, flipping her over onto her stomach in one swift movement. Grell's dress was completely pushed up around her waist, her panties torn away, leaving her bare and exposed.

Undertaker's hands slid around to grip her ass, kneading the firm globes. He spread them apart, exposing Grell's tight, puckered hole to their hungry gazes. Grell shuddered, feeling vulnerable and deliciously dirty as they stared at her most intimate place.

"Look at that pretty little asshole," Undertaker purred, voice dripping with lust. "Tight and tiny... I wonder how it would feel squeezing my cock..."

She was still sensitive from her orgasm, her body thrumming with need. The thought of Undertaker's thick cock stretching her out, claiming her most taboo hole, made Grell's mouth water.

Behind his glasses, William's eyes flashed with intensity as he took in the erotic sight of Grell's bare ass and dripping cunt. He reached out, fingers brushing through her soaked folds, gathering her juices. Grell whimpered, hips twitching as he touched her sensitive flesh.

"And this greedy little cunt," William murmured. "Already so hungry for more..."

His fingers pushed inside, two digits sinking knuckle-deep into Grell's fluttering heat. Grell cried out, pushing back against his hand, fucking herself on his fingers as he pumped them slowly in and out.

Sebastian's hand slid up Grell's spine, gripping the nape of her neck. He forced her head down, pushing her cheek against the mattress as he loomed over her. Grell could see the thick outline of his cock straining against his pants.

Grell moaned loudly as William pumped his fingers faster, the wet squelching sounds of her arousal filling the room. Her body trembled, a second orgasm building rapidly as he curled his fingers to hit that perfect spot inside her with every thrust.

“I'm gonna... you're gonna make me cum again..."

Undertaker chuckled darkly, gripping Grell's hips harder as he spread her ass cheeks wider. The cool air hit her exposed hole, making it clench and flutter. Grell could feel Undertaker's cock, hard and hot, pressing against her lower back. She desperately wanted him to flip her over and shove that massive dick up her ass, to stretch her out and fill her up.

Looming over Grell, Sebastian unzipped his pants, his huge cock springing free. It was thick and long, the fat head an angry red, leaking pre-cum. Grell's mouth watered at the sight, her cunt clenching around William's pumping fingers. She ached to taste him, to feel that impressive cock splitting her open.

"Please..." Grell begged, voice muffled against the mattress. "Please fuck me... please fill me... I need your cocks so badly..."

She was delirious with lust, consumed by the desire to be used, to be claimed, to be utterly ruined.

“Please..." Grell whimpered, pushing her hips back desperately as William's fingers pounded into her.

Her begging seemed to spur them on. Sebastian fisted a hand in her hair, gripping tight as he rubbed the leaking head of his cock over her kiss-swollen lips.

Grell's eyes fluttered shut as Sebastian's cock head pressed insistently against her lips, smearing her lipstick with his pre-cum. She parted her lips eagerly, sticking out her tongue to lap at his leaking slit, moaning at the taste of him.

William scissored his fingers inside her clenching cunt, stretching her open, preparing her for what was to come. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing quick circles around the sensitive nub. Grell cried out around Sebastian's cock, the vibrations making the head throb against her tongue.

Behind Grell, Undertaker gripped his shaft, pumping it slowly as he watched Sebastian push forward. Grell's lips stretched obscenely around his girth as he shoved into her mouth, not stopping until he hit the back of her throat. Grell gagged slightly, tears springing to her eyes as he filled her vision, her world narrowing down to the thick, pulsing cock stuffing her face.

Sebastian groaned as he felt Grell's throat constrict around him, the tight, silken heat enveloping his sensitive flesh. He started to thrust, fucking her face with deep, powerful strokes.

Grell moaned brokenly around the thick flesh plunging in and out of her mouth, the sound muffled and garbled. William's fingers never ceased their relentless pounding of her dripping cunt, plunging in and out, curling to hit that special spot inside her with every thrust.

Grell's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as Sebastian's thick cock pounded into her throat. Drool leaked down her chin, dripping onto her.

Behind Grell, Undertaker gripped her hips hard enough to bruise as he notched the flared head of his massive cock against her tiny, puckered asshole. Grell clenched instinctively, the tight ring of muscle fluttering around the tip of his dick. She was terrified and thrilled at the same time, knowing that massive shaft was about to split her open.

"Oh god, yes..." Grell slurred around Sebastian's pistoning cock, voice vibrating deliciously.

The head of his cock popped past her tight ring, stretching Grell wide around his girth. Grell screamed around the cock in her mouth, the sound muffled and garbled as Undertaker forced more of his cock into her clenching hole.

William watched intently, fingers pumping faster, rubbing harder at Grell's clit as Undertaker's cock sank deeper into her ass. Grell's pussy clenched vice-tight around his fingers, dripping arousal all over his hand as he finger-fucked her hard and fast.

"Cum for us, love," William demanded, voice rough with lust.

Grell's body seized, back arching as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy spasmed wildly around William's fingers, gushing fluid all over his hand as she came screamingly hard. At the same time, Undertaker shoved the last of his cock into Grell's ass.

As Grell's intense orgasm subsided, leaving her trembling and gasping, the men shifted their positions. Sebastian sat back on the bed, his hard, glistening cock jutting up proudly from a nest of dark curls. Grell found herself flipped over and positioned on top of him, straddling his hips. She could feel the thick heat of his shaft pressing against her drenched slit, making her clit throb with renewed desire.

Behind Grell, Undertaker gripped her waist, his strong hands spanning her narrow torso. He lifted her effortlessly, encouraging her to raise her hips as he lined his massive, spit-slick cock back up with her gaping, twitching asshole. Grell shuddered, feeling utterly stuffed and stretched, both her holes filled to capacity by their impressive cocks.

Grell's lipstick was smeared around her mouth. She looked debauched, utterly fucked-out, and gorgeous.

Come here," William growled, fisting a hand in Grell's hair and pulling her down towards his straining erection. "Wrap those lips around my cock. Show me how badly you want to taste me."

Grell moaned, the sound vibrating around the thick dick stretching her asshole as she leaned forward and took William's shaft into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the swollen head, lapping up the bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip. The musky scent flooded her senses, making her head spin with lust.

Behind her, Undertaker gripped Grell's hips harder, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her ass. He rocked forward, pushing more of his massive cock past the tight ring of her asshole. Grell's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out in bliss as she was split open on their shafts, stuffed full from both ends.

"Oh fuck..." Grell slurred around William's cock, voice muffled and garbled. "Oh god... so big... so deep..."

Grell's pussy clenched and fluttered around Sebastian's cock as she sank down onto him, taking him to the hilt. She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of him stretching her open, filling her up so perfectly. Grell's head fell back, a low moan escaping her lips as she started to grind her hips against his.

Behind Grell, Undertaker gripped her hips tighter, fingers digging into the soft globes of her ass. He started to thrust, pulling out until just the fat head of his cock remained nestled in her tight hole, before slamming back in, burying himself to the balls in Grell's hot, velvety depths.

"Fuck, lass," Undertaker growled, voice rough with pleasure. "So fuckin' tight... squeezing me like a goddamn vice..."

Grell could only whimper in response, her mouth full of William's throbbing cock. She started to bob her head, taking him deeper, swallowing around his thickness as she sucked him off sloppily. Spit dribbled down her chin, dripping onto her heaving tits as she worked his shaft with enthusiasm.

William groaned, fisting her hair tighter as he started to thrust into her hot mouth. "That's it,”

Under Grell, Sebastian gripped her hips, guiding her as she rode him. He thrust up to meet her downward motions, the wet slap of flesh on flesh filling the room along with the obscene squelch of Grell's dripping cunt being fucked hard and fast.

Grell's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as she was spit roasted between their cocks. She could feel every thick, pulsing inch of Sebastian's shaft stretching her open as he pounded up into her. At the same time, Undertaker's massive cock was plunging in and out of her asshole, the thick head kissing her cervix with every brutal thrust.

Grell's pussy clenched and spasmed around Sebastian's pistoning shaft, drenching it in her juices as she was used hard from both ends. Her asshole gripped Undertaker's cock like a silken fist, the tight ring of muscle squeezing and massaging his plunging length.

Grell was in heaven, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

Grell's mind went blank, all thoughts fleeing as she was reduced to pure sensation. Her body was a live wire of pleasure, every nerve ending screaming with bliss as she was split open on their massive cocks. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room - the slap of flesh on flesh, the squelch of Grell's dripping cunt being pounded mercilessly, and the lewd slurping noises of her sucking William's shaft with wild abandon.

"Mmmmph... mmm... haaahh..." Grell's moans and whimpers were muffled around the thick cock plunging in and out of her mouth.

Behind Grell, Undertaker hammered into her asshole with brutal force, the force of his thrusts making her whole body jerk and shake. William released her hair, leaning down to catch a nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.

Grell screamed around his cock, the sound vibrating deliciously around his shaft as her orgasm crashed over her.

"Ffffuck... mmmnnnfuck... cumming... haaahhh... cumming so hard..." Grell slurred, voice garbled and broken as she was fucked through her peak, her body shaking and shuddering with the force of her release.

Sebastian groaned, hips stuttering as Grell's walls clamped down around him like a silken fist. He gripped her hips harder, slamming up into her as he chased his own end, determined to paint her insides white with his hot, thick seed.

Behind Grell, Undertaker snarled, fingers digging into the meat of her ass as he pounded into her harder, faster.

Grell's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as her body shook and trembled with the force of her climax. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around Sebastian's shaft, greedily trying to milk his cock for all it was worth. At the same time, her asshole rippled and squeezed around Undertaker's pistoning length, the tight ring of muscle gripping him like a velvet glove as he fucked her through her intense orgasm.

Behind Grell, Undertaker gripped her hips with bruising force, fingers sinking into the plump flesh of her ass. He slammed into her harder, faster, the wet slap of flesh on flesh ringing out as he chased his own end. Grell could feel the thick head of his massive cock kissing her cervix with every brutal thrust, pushing her up the shaft of Sebastian's cock.

Grell could only moan and whimper in response, her pussy gushing and dripping all over Sebastian's pistoning shaft. Sebastian gripped her hips, slamming up into her with short, sharp thrusts as he felt his own climax building. His cock throbbed and jerked inside Grell's fluttering cunt, the head flaring wide as his orgasm approached.

Behind them, William gripped Grell's hair tighter, fucking into her sucking mouth with long, deep strokes. Grell could feel his cock pulsing and twitching against her tongue, the thick shaft growing hotter and harder as he neared his end.

As the intense climax crashed over them, the men shifted positions, leaving Grell trembling and gasping. Sebastian remained lying on his back, his still-hard cock glistening with Grell's juices, jutting up proudly from a nest of dark curls.

Undertaker swung a leg over to straddle Sebastian's hips, sinking down onto his thick shaft with a guttural groan. Sebastian's eyes widened as he was engulfed in the tight, silken heat of Undertaker's ass, the massive length of his cock stretching him.

William climbed onto the bed, straddling Sebastian chest. Sebastian looked up at him. Behind William, Undertaker put his dick in William.

Grell watched coming down from her orgasm.

Grell, still dazed from her intense orgasm, swung a leg over to straddle Sebastian's face. She looked down at him with heavy-lidded eyes, a fucked-stupid grin spreading across her face.

As Grell settled her slick folds over Sebastian's lips, he parted them, sticking out his tongue. He dragged it slowly up Grell's slit, savoring the tangy-sweet flavor of her arousal. Grell gasped and shuddered above him, gripping Sebastian's hair.

Undertaker gripped William's slim hips, pulling him back against his muscular chest. William let out a startled gasp as he felt the thick head of Undertaker's massive cock press against his entrance.

With that, he gripped William's hips tighter and pushed forward, the fat head of his cock popping past the tight ring of muscle guarding William's hole. William cried out, back arching as he was split open on the first few inches of Undertaker's huge shaft.

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“It's really hot in here." Deidara moaned out, feeling Itachi hit his prostate.

“Mm, I would open the window but I wouldn't want everyone to hear your pretty moans” Itachi caught Deidara’s lips in a kiss.

“Nghh... Itachi, please..." Deidara whimpered

Itachi pulled out and thrust back in Deidara with one swift movement. Deidara threw his head back with a scream of pure ecstasy as Itachi thrust up hard and deep, burying his massive cock to the hilt inside Deidara’s dripping, needy hole. Deidara’s velvety walls clenched and fluttered around the thick intrusion, gripping Itachi's shaft like a vice.

“Please what Deidara?” Itachi grabbed Deidara’s hips and pounded into him.

Deidara screamed in pleasure, as Itachi grabbed his hips with a firm grip and began to pound into him mercilessly. The wet, obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as Itachi's thick cock slammed in and out of Deidara's dripping hole. “Window please!” Deidara moaned

“Ride me, Deidara.” Itachi reached up to the window

Moaning in pleasure, Deidara started to move his hips in time with Itachi's thrusts. He lifted himself until just the tip of Itachi's cock remained inside him, before slamming back down, taking every thick inch deep into his desperate, clenching heat.

Itachi smoothly opens the window “You have to be quiet now, Dei.”

“Mm! Keep me quiet Itachi!” Deidara moans out, tears falling from his eyes. Itachi kisses Deidara passionately.

“Can I choke you, Deidara?” Itachi thrusts into Deidara hard.

“Yes! Please!” He moaned continuing to roll and grind his hips, taking Itachi's thick cock deep into his tight, slick heat with each bounce.

Deidara whimpered and shuddered as he felt Itachi's strong hand wrap gently around his slender throat. His eyes fluttered shut, a thrill of fear and intense arousal shooting through his body. He continued to ride Itachi's cock with desperate, needy movements, his slick walls clenching and unclenching around the thick shaft stretching him open.

"Mmph... y-yes... " Deidara panted, his voice strained as Itachi's hand slightly tightened. Drool trickled down his chin, his tongue lolling out as he lost himself in the overwhelming sensations. "F-feels good... don't stop..."

The night stretched on, loud with their clashes, quiet with their pauses. It wasn’t smooth or practiced — not yet. Deidara was reckless, wild, chasing sensations, while Itachi was precise, controlled, every movement deliberate. They didn’t fit together perfectly, but that was what made it thrilling.

By the time they collapsed onto Deidara’s bed, sweat-slick and breathing heavy, the artist couldn’t stop laughing.
“Damn, Uchiha,” he said between chuckles, chest rising and falling. “Didn’t think you had it in you, hm.”

Itachi sat at the edge of the bed, posture still composed despite his disheveled hair and flushed skin. His gaze turned toward Deidara, unreadable as ever.
“You underestimate too much,” he said simply.

Deidara propped himself up on his elbows, smirking. “Maybe I do. Guess I’ll just have to… test that more often.”

For the first time, he thought he saw the faintest curve of Itachi’s lips. Not a smile, not exactly. But close.

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The silver edge glinted under the low light, catching just enough reflection to make Kellin’s pulse jump. Vic turned the blade slowly in his hand, not menacingly—just enough to make the air hum with something electric.
“You’re twitching,” Vic said with a quiet laugh. “Didn’t think you’d flinch so easily.”
Kellin smirked, masking the quick rise of his heartbeat. “I’m not scared of you.”
“Good,” Vic murmured, stepping closer. The space between them shrank to a breath. “You shouldn’t be. I’d never hurt you.”
The knife’s tip hovered just above Kellin’s collarbone, tracing the air an inch from his skin. It wasn’t the blade that made him shiver—it was the precision, the way Vic’s hand stayed steady even when Kellin moved.
“Trust me?” Vic asked, eyes sharp but voice calm.
Kellin nodded once, jaw set. “Always.”
Vic smiled faintly, lowering the knife just enough to let the tension ease but not disappear. “That’s what I like about you,” he said softly. “You know when to keep still.”
Kellin met his gaze, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “You like the game too much to stop.”
Vic’s smirk returned, small and knowing. “Maybe. Or maybe I just like you when you’re brave.”
The knife caught the light again as he stepped back, the air between them thick with trust and something unspoken—danger, control, and the thrill of walking the edge without ever crossing it.

Kellin's heart raced as Vic invaded his personal space, the cool metal of the knife blade a hairsbreadth from his skin. He could feel the heat radiating off Vic's body, could see the intense focus in his dark eyes. Kellin swallowed hard, but he didn't back down. He refused to show fear, even as adrenaline surged through his veins.

"Brave?" Kellin smirked, tilting his chin up to meet Vic's gaze head-on. "Or just foolish? There's a fine line, you know." His voice was low and calm, belying the frantic pounding of his heart. The knife seemed to blur before his eyes, but he blinked away the distraction.

Vic's lips curved into a slow, wicked smile. "Foolishness is a sin I can forgive in you, Kellin." He took another step closer, until their chests nearly brushed. Kellin could feel the hard planes of Vic's body, could smell the musky scent of his skin. It made his mouth go dry.

"Careful," Kellin murmured, "keep talking like that and I might start to think you have feelings for me." He meant it as a joke, but there was an undercurrent of truth beneath the quip. An unspoken question.

Vic's eyes flashed, and for a moment, Kellin thought he saw a flicker of something raw and real in their depths. Something that had nothing to do with games or power plays. Then it was gone, hidden behind the usual cool composure.

"Don't be ridiculous," Vic scoffed, but there was no bite to his words. If anything, he sounded almost...affectionate? "I don't have feelings, Kellin. You know that."

Kellin raised an eyebrow. "Could've fooled me," he muttered, unable to look away from Vic's intense stare. His heart hammered against his ribs, a staccato rhythm that echoed the charged silence between them.

Vic was close enough now that Kellin could feel his breath on his face, could see the way his throat worked as he swallowed. The knife seemed to gleam with a life of its own, a silver serpent poised to strike. Kellin's skin prickled with gooseflesh, anticipation and something far more primal coiled tight in his gut.

"Tell me, Kellin," Vic murmured, his voice a low, dark rumble that seemed to vibrate through Kellin's bones. The knife's edge pressed ever so slightly against his collarbone, not hard enough to break skin, but with enough pressure for Kellin to feel the unspoken threat lurking beneath the surface. "Do you trust me enough to let me cut you?"

Kellin's breath hitched, his chest tightening at the implication. He knew Vic would never hurt him, not really. But the idea of that sharp blade slicing into his flesh, of feeling the sting and seeing the red bloom of his own blood...it sent a thrill of something dark and forbidden racing down his spine. Kellin's tongue flicked out to wet his suddenly dry lips.

"What are you proposing, exactly?" Kellin asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His heart felt like it might beat out of his chest, a wild, erratic rhythm that pulsed hot and insistent beneath his skin. The air between them felt charged, electric, like the very atmosphere might ignite from the tension coiled tight in their bodies.

Vic's eyes flashed, a glimmer of something wild and hungry in their depths. "I'm proposing," he said slowly, deliberately, "that I cut you. And you let me." His grip tightened fractionally on the knife hilt, the leather of the wrap creaking softly in the quiet of the room.

"And in return," Vic continued, his gaze never leaving Kellin's, "you give me...control." His other hand came up, palm open, fingers splayed. Waiting.

Kellin's eyes flicked down to that hand, then back up to Vic's face. He swallowed hard, his mouth gone bone-dry, his throat clicking audibly in the heavy silence. Kellin knew what Vic was asking. Knew the line he was being asked to cross. And god help him, but he wanted to cross it. Wanted to give Vic that power, that trust, that...control.

"Why?" Kellin asked, his voice rough, ragged. "Why me?" He needed to hear it. Needed to know that this wasn't just some twisted game to Vic. That there was something more behind it. Something real.

Vic was silent for a long moment. So long that Kellin began to wonder if he would answer at all. Then, slowly, Vic spoke.

"Because," Vic said at last, his voice low and intense, "you're the only one I trust enough to want this with. The only one I want to...have this kind of intimacy with." His thumb brushed lightly over the knife's edge, a subtle reminder of the danger, the thrill, the dark promise hanging between them.

"With you, Kellin, I don't have to hold back. I don't have to pretend. You see the real me, the parts I don't show anyone else." Vic's gaze searched Kellin's face, his eyes dark and fervent. "And you still choose to stand here, in front of me, with no fear and no hesitation."

Vic's hand shifted, the knife's blade now resting flat against Kellin's collarbone, the cool metal a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. Kellin's breath caught, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared back at Vic, lost in the intensity of his gaze.

"I want to mark you," Vic murmured, his lips barely moving, his words a dark caress against Kellin's ear. "I want to claim you, in the only way I know how. With trust. With surrender. With...faith."

Vic's other hand, the one not holding the knife, came up to cup Kellin's jaw, his fingers strong and sure against his skin. His calloused thumb brushed over Kellin's cheekbone, a gesture that was almost tender. Almost loving.

"Let me do this, Kellin," Vic breathed, his forehead now a mere whisper from Kellin's own. "Let me have this piece of you. This part of yourself that you only give to me. No one else."

The knife pressed a little harder against Kellin's collarbone, not enough to break skin, but with a clear, unspoken promise. Vic's eyes blazed into his, dark and deep and full of a fierce, burning intensity.

"Say yes, Kellin," Vic rasped, his voice rough and low and aching with a need that made Kellin's blood run hot. "Say yes, and give yourself to me. Completely. Utterly. Without fear or regret."

Kellin's heart slammed against his ribs, a wild, frantic rhythm that echoed the chaos of thoughts and emotions swirling through his mind. Vic's words, his touch, the dark promise in his eyes...it was all too much. Too intense. Too real. Too...everything.

But even as fear tried to rear its ugly head, as instinct screamed at Kellin to pull away, to run, to save himself...he couldn't. He wouldn't. Because Vic was right. He did trust him. Completely. Utterly. In a way no one else had ever earned that trust before.

Kellin's hand came up to cover Vic's on his jaw, his fingers curling around his as he leaned into the touch. Into Vic. He felt the knife press harder against his collarbone, the edge biting into his skin just shy of breaking through. It hurt. But it also...excited him. In a dark, twisted way, it made him feel alive.

"Okay," Kellin whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. "Okay, Vic." He swallowed hard, his mouth gone dry, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth. "You can...you can cut me. Do it."

He held Vic's gaze, his eyes wide and dark in the low light, reflecting the intensity of Vic's own stare. Kellin's other hand came up to grip Vic's hip, his fingers digging into the firm muscle there, anchoring himself. Grounding himself.

"Claim me," Kellin breathed, his voice barely audible. "Mark me. Make me...yours." The last word came out as a desperate, aching plea. A surrender.

He felt Vic's answering shudder, felt the knife tremble against his skin, felt the way Vic's fingers tightened on his jaw. Then, slowly, deliberately, Vic began to drag the knife down Kellin's chest, a thin red line blooming in its wake. It stung. It burned. It hurt. But it also felt...amazing.

Kellin gasped, his back arching slightly as he fought the urge to pull away. He forced himself to stay still, to trust Vic, to give himself over to the sensation. To the experience. To Vic.

"More," Kellin gasped out, his voice ragged and raw. "Please...more." He didn't know if he was begging for more pain or more of Vic

Kellin's plea seemed to ignite something primal in Vic. His eyes flashed with a feral, almost possessive light as he gazed down at Kellin, taking in the red line of blood blossoming across his chest, the way Kellin's skin flushed and his chest heaved with each ragged breath. Vic's grip on the knife tightened, the leather creaking softly, as his other hand slid from Kellin's jaw to the back of his neck, fingers sinking into his hair, holding him in place.

"As you wish," Vic growled, his voice a low, dark rumble that reverberated through Kellin's very bones. Then, with a sudden, sharp movement, he dragged the knife down further, cutting a matching line parallel to the first. The sting was sharper this time, the pain lancing hot and bright before fading to a dull, throbbing ache.

Kellin couldn't help but gasp, his fingers digging harder into Vic's hip as he struggled to remain still. Vic's grip on his hair kept him anchored, kept him from jerking away from the sharp, searing pain. Kellin's heart raced, adrenaline surging through his veins as his body was flooded with a dizzying mix of fear and exhilaration, of trust and surrender.

"Fuck, Kellin," Vic rasped, his breath coming faster now, his chest rising and falling rapidly against Kellin's own. "You're...god, you're breathtaking like this. So beautiful. So brave." His thumb brushed over the fresh cut, smearing the blood, before bringing the digit to his lips. Vic's tongue flicked out, tasting Kellin's essence, his pain, his submission.

Kellin shuddered, a full-body tremor that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the heat building between them. Vic's reaction, his words, the way he looked at Kellin like he was the only thing that mattered in the world...it set something ablaze deep inside him. A fire he'd never felt before. A hunger he'd never known he had.

"More," Kellin gasped out again, his voice breaking on the word. "I need...I need you to..." He trailed off, unable to find the words. Unable to put into syllables the overwhelming, all-consuming desire that gripped him. The need to be owned. Claimed. Consumed by Vic utterly and completely. Body and soul.

Sensing Kellin's desperate, wordless plea. His eyes darkened with a hunger that made Kellin's heart stutter in his chest. Without a word, Vic began to cut deeper, faster, the knife flashing as he carved a intricate pattern into Kellin's skin. Kellin cried out, his voice ragged and raw as pain exploded across his nerve endings, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't. Vic held him firm, his grip unbreakable as he marked Kellin's body as his own.

"Vic," Kellin gasped, tears of pain and overwhelming sensation stinging his eyes. "Please, I...I can't..." But he didn't know what he was begging for. Couldn't form the words to express the maelstrom of feelings ripping through him. The terror and the exhilaration. The agony and the ecstasy. He was lost in it. Lost in Vic. Lost in the dark, twisted pleasure of surrendering himself completely to another person.

His mouth crashed against Kellin's in a brutal, demanding kiss. Vic's tongue shoved past Kellin's lips, claiming every inch of his mouth, swallowing his cries, his moans, his wordless pleas. Kellin could taste the coppery tang of his own blood on Vic's tongue, could feel the scrape of Vic's stubble against his sensitive skin. It was overwhelming. Intense. A claiming. A taking. A complete and utter possession.

Vic's hands roamed Kellin's body, touching him everywhere, touching the cuts he'd inflicted, the marks he'd left. He traced the lines of red with reverent fingers, as if in awe of his own handiwork. As if Kellin's pain, Kellin's surrender, was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The most precious gift.

Kellin arched into Vic's touch, gasping and shaking and crying out his pleasure. He couldn't get enough. Needed more. Needed Vic to take him. To claim him. To own him so completely that he forgot where he ended and Vic began.

"Please," Kellin begged, his voice hoarse and broken and desperate. "Please, Vic. I...I need..." He needed Vic

Vic understood Kellin's unspoken plea. He could see it in the wild, desperate look in Kellin's tear-filled eyes, in the way his body trembled and arched against his own, in the broken, ragged gasps and whimpers that fell from his kiss-swollen lips. Kellin needed to be taken. To be filled. To be utterly and completely consumed by Vic.

With a low, guttural growl that spoke of pure, primal male satisfaction and desire, Vic swept Kellin up into his arms. He carried him over to the bed, never breaking the intense, claiming kiss. Kellin could feel the heat of Vic's body, the hard muscles that rippled beneath his skin as he moved. It made Kellin's own skin prickle with goosebumps, his nerves alight with anticipation and need.

Vic laid Kellin down on the bed, covering his body with his own. Kellin could feel every inch of Vic pressed against him, from his chest to his hips to his thighs. He could feel the hard, insistent press of Vic's arousal through their clothes, hot and heavy and promising.

Vic's hands roamed Kellin's body, touching, caressing, mapping every cut, every mark, every inch of skin. He traced the lines he'd carved into Kellin's flesh, his fingers coming away stained with blood. Kellin shuddered and gasped at the sensation, at the knowledge that he was marked. Claimed. Vic's.

"Mine," Vic growled against Kellin's throat, his lips brushing the racing pulse there. "You're mine, Kellin. All mine." He nipped at the sensitive skin, his teeth scraping, his tongue soothing. Claiming. Possessing.

"Tell me," Vic demanded, his voice a low, dark rumble that vibrated through Kellin's chest. "Tell me you're mine, Kellin. Say it."

Kellin knew Vic needed to hear it. Needed to know that Kellin accepted his claim. That he embraced it. That he wanted it as much as Vic did. With a ragged, desperate sob, Kellin tilted his head back and met Vic's gaze. His eyes were wild, his face flushed and streaked with tears, his lips parted and panting. He looked utterly debauched. Utterly beautiful.

"I'm yours," Kellin gasped out

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Luca leans against the doorframe, his eyes locked on Damon. The older man is sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand buried in his pants as he strokes himself. His other hand rubs over his chest, pinching and tweaking a nipple.

"Damon, baby," Luca purrs. "You look so good like that. So hot and horny for me."

Damon lets out a soft moan, his hips rocking slightly. "Mmm, you know I love having you watch me touch myself. Knowing you're getting off on it too."

Luca licks his lips. "Fuck yeah, I love it. Watching you get lost in pleasure, imagining it's my hand stroking your big cock."

Damon's breathing picks up as he pumps faster. "Ah, fuck... Luca, I'm getting close. Gonna cum so hard for you."

Luca reaches down to palm himself through his jeans. "Do it, baby. Cum for me. I want to see you lose control."

With a guttural groan, Damon spills over his fist, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm. Luca groans in sympathy, his own jeans growing tight.

"Damn, Damon. That was hot as fuck," Luca breathes.

Luca pushes off the doorframe and stalks towards the bed, eyes dark with lust. Damon watches him, chest heaving, still coming down from his high.

"Come here, baby," Luca growls. "I need to taste you."

Damon parts his thighs, and Luca kneels between them. He licks a slow stripe up Damon's shaft, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his cum. Damon gasps, back arching.

"Luca, oh fuck..."

Luca takes him into his mouth, sucking hard. Damon's hands fly to Luca's hair, gripping tight as he rocks his hips. Luca moans around him, the vibrations shooting straight to Damon's core.

Luca bobs his head, taking Damon deeper. He reaches down to fondle Damon's heavy balls, rolling them in his palm. Damon's cock pulses on his tongue and he knows he won't last long.

"Ah, Luca, please... I'm gonna..."

Luca pulls off with a wet pop, grinning up at Damon. "Cum in my mouth, baby. Wanna swallow every drop."

Damon lets go with a hoarse cry, his seed spurting down Luca's throat. Luca gulps it down greedily, not spilling a single drop.

When he's drained Damon completely, Luca sits back on his haunches and catches Damon's mouth in a deep, filthy kiss. Damon moans into it, tasting himself.

They break apart, panting. Luca cups Damon's face tenderly.

"I love you," he murmurs. "And I love watching you fall apart for me."

Damon smiles drowsily, pulling Luca down for another kiss. "Love you too, Luca. Now come fuck me."

Luca smiles wickedly and climbs onto the bed, straddling Damon's hips. He grinds down, feeling Damon's softening cock slip between his cheeks.

"You want my cock, baby?" Luca reaches back to grip Damon's hips. "Want me to split you open on it?"

"Yes, fuck yes," Damon groans.

Luca reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the lube, slicking up his thick shaft. He positions himself over Damon's hole, the blunt head nudging against it.

"Gonna take you so deep," Luca promises, then starts to sink down.

Damon throws his head back with a shout as Luca's cock spears into him, stretching him wide. Luca doesn't stop until he's buried to the hilt, his heavy balls resting against Damon's ass.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Luca pants, giving a shallow thrust. "Gonna feel so good when I start moving."

"Please," Damon begs. "Fuck me hard, Luca. Want to feel you for days."

Luca leans forward, bracing his hands on the headboard. He draws back until just the tip remains inside Damon, then slams back in. Damon cries out, nails digging into Luca's shoulders.

He sets a brutal pace, pistoning his hips as he ruts into Damon's hole. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room. Damon meets him thrust for thrust, the bed frame creaking with the force of their coupling.

"That's it, baby," Luca groans. "Take my cock. Fuck, you're so hot and slick inside."

Damon's hole clenches around Luca's pistoning shaft, fluttering and gripping. He's so close already, Luca's relentless pounding driving him towards the edge.

"Gonna cum," Damon warns breathlessly. "Gonna cum on your cock."

"Do it," Luca commands, hammering into him. "Let go, baby. Cum for me."

With a strangled moan, Damon comes undone, his cock spurting weakly as his orgasm crashes over him. Luca buries himself to the root one last time, his own climax hitting him like a freight train. He grinds deep as he empties himself inside Damon's spasming channel.

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As the sun climbed higher, its rays intensified, forcing Kenji and Hiro to seek refuge indoors. They had been lounging on the beach for hours, their skin flushed and bodies weary from the heat. Kenji took Hiro's hand, leading him towards their beach house rental.

Once inside the air-conditioned space, relief washed over them. Kenji kicked off his flip-flops and headed straight for the bathroom, Hiro trailing behind him. He turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature until steam began to rise.

"You look like you need to cool off," Kenji said with a playful grin, eyeing Hiro up and down. He stepped into the shower stall, holding out a hand for Hiro to join him.

Hiro hesitated for a moment before taking Kenji's hand, allowing himself to be pulled into the warm spray. The water cascaded over their bare chests and shoulders, washing away the salt and sand from their skin. Kenji pressed Hiro against the tiled wall, his larger frame enveloping the smaller man.

Kenji leaned in close, his lips brushing against Hiro's ear. "I want to try something different today," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "Something I've never done before."

Hiro looked up at him, his eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of nervousness. "What do you mean?" he asked softly, his own voice barely audible over the sound of the running water.

A wicked grin spread across Kenji's face as he reached down, freeing himself from his swim trunks. Hiro's eyes widened further as he watched Kenji stroke himself to full mast, the head of his cock already glistening with pre-cum.

"I want to mark you as mine," Kenji growled, his hips jerking forward suddenly. A hot stream of urine arched from his cock, splashing across Hiro's chest and face. Hiro gasped in surprise, instinctively opening his mouth to protest, but Kenji quicklyput his dick in Hiro’s mouth.

Hiro gagged and choked as the bitter liquid filled his mouth, but Kenji held him fast, his grip on Hiro's hair tightening as he continued to piss into his open mouth and throat. Hiro had no choice but to swallow the warm, foul-tasting fluid, his throat convulsing around the stream.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kenji pulled back.

Kenji finally released Hiro from the degrading act, pulling back as the last drops of urine dripped from his softening cock. Hiro slumped against the shower wall, coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down his face from the burning sensation in his throat and the humiliation of what had just transpired.

"Are you okay?" Kenji asked, not sounding particularly concerned, more amused by Hiro's distress.

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Sena laid back on the plush bed, his sculpted abs rising and falling with each labored breath as Boogie knelt between his spread thighs. The bassist ran his hands up the inside of Sena's legs, fingers dancing over the defined muscles before coming to rest on his hips.

Boogie dipped his head, tongue swirling around the tip of Sena's thick cock before he took him into his mouth. He bobbed up and down the length of Sena's shaft, one hand stroking what couldn't fit. Sena tangled his fingers in Boogie's silky hair, guiding his pace.

"Fuck, just like that," Sena grunted, hips rolling to meet Boogie's mouth. "Don't stop."

Boogie doubled his efforts, taking Sena deep until the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. He swallowed around it, massaging Sena's sensitive flesh with his tongue. Sena cursed under his breath, the pleasure building to a fevered pitch.

Just when Sena felt himself teetering on the brink, about to explode, Boogie pulled off. He wrapped his hand around the base, squeezing and stroking Sena's shaft as he licked and nipped at the swollen head.

Sena growled in frustration, torn between begging Boogie to let him finish and praising his lover's edging technique. Boogie was relentless, pushing Sena to the very edge again and again, only to pull away at the last possible second.

After nearly an hour of exquisite torture, Sena was a writhing mess, desperate for release. His skin was flushed and damp with sweat, muscles coiled tight as a bowstring.

"Please," Sena whimpered, all pride abandoned. "I need it. I need you. Please let me come."

Boogie smiled up at him wickedly, eyes dark with lust. He took Sena into his mouth once more and sank down until his nose pressed against Sena's pelvis. He held himself there, swallowing around Sena's cock as it throbbed and jerked in his throat.

With a muffled cry, Sena came undone. His orgasm crashed through him, back arching off the bed as he emptied himself down Boogie's eager throat. Boogie drank every drop, hands kneading Sena's quivering thighs.

Boogie released Sena's softening cock from his lips and pinned Sena beneath him, strong arms caging the singer in as he nestled between his spread thighs. Sena could feel the heat radiating off Boogie's body, the hard length of his arousal pressing insistently against his hip.

Boogie captured Sena's mouth in a hungry kiss, tongue delving deep to claim and possess. Sena surrendered to the onslaught, melting into the caress as his own desire surged. He wrapped his legs around Boogie's waist, heels digging into the small of his back to urge him closer.

Boogie's hands roamed greedily over Sena's body, mapping the contours of his chest, his abdomen, his flanks. Calloused fingers found a nipple and pinched, rolling the hardened peak between thumb and forefinger until Sena gasped.

Boogie broke the kiss to blaze a trail of open-mouthed kisses down the column of Sena's throat, pausing to lave attention on the sensitive hollow at the base. Sena tilted his head back, baring more of himself to Boogie's ardent mouth.

"I want you," Sena panted, voice roughened with need. "Please, Boogie...I can't wait anymore. I need you inside me."

Boogie lifted his head to meet Sena's gaze, eyes blazing with lust and affection. "I've got you, baby," he murmured. "Gonna take good care of you."

He reached between their bodies to grasp himself, stroking his thick cock a few times before notching the broad head against Sena's entrance. Sena took a shuddering breath, trying to relax, to open himself up to his lover.

With a smooth, steady pressure, Boogie pushed forward, breaching the tight ring of muscle. He paused as Sena clenched around him, allowing Sena a moment to adjust to the stretch, to the feeling of being so thoroughly filled.

Then he began to move, hips rolling in a deep, sensual rhythm. Each thrust pushed him a little deeper, until he was fully sheathed inside Sena's welcoming heat. They both groaned at the sensation, lost in the exquisite pleasure of their joining.

Boogie set a steady pace, his strokes long and languid. He angled his hips to hit that sweet spot inside Sena with every push.

Boogie's rhythm grew more urgent, hips snapping forward with increasing fervor. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, mingling with their escalating moans and gasps.

Sena clung to Boogie's shoulders, blunt nails digging into the taut muscles as he was taken with growing intensity. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in his core, his lover's relentless thrusts stoking the flames of his desire to a fever pitch.

"Ah, fuck!" Sena cried out, back arching off the mattress as his climax slammed into him. His release pulsed through him in intense waves, his inner walls clamping down around Boogie's pistoning cock.

Boogie groaned gutturally, hips faltering as Sena's rippling heat engulfed him. He drove into Sena's spasming passage with short, sharp jabs, prolonging the singer's peak.

"Shit, Sena," Boogie grunted, voice strained. "You feel incredible...so fucking perfect..."

A few more erratic thrusts and then Boogie buried himself to the hilt inside Sena. His cock jerked and throbbed as he found his own release, flooding Sena's depths with his hot seed.

They clung to each other as the aftershocks subsided, bodies slick with sweat and trembling with sated bliss. Boogie pressed tender kisses to Sena's face - his forehead, his cheeks, his lips, his chin.

"I love you," Boogie whispered against the sweat-damp skin of Sena's neck. "So damn much."

Sena smiled languidly, wrapping his arms around Boogie's neck to hold him close. "I love you too," he murmured. "More than anything."

They lay entwined like that, basking in the afterglow, until their breathing slowed and their hearts ceased their frantic pounding. In the warm, intimate silence, they drifted off to sleep, sated and content in each other's arms.

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I'm back sorry I haven't been posting I've been in a bad spot 🥹✌🏿. Ill be back to posting tomorrow and I'll make up the days I misses