But that had been. That orgasm, that pleasure, that feeling of utter completion, of ecstasy a fashion he hadn’t known before, that had been real, utterly real. The pure, white-hot lust and the way it had nearly broken him down, shattered all of this around them, that had been real. Which left him wondering where the line blurred, how close the two worlds merged.
Enemy. He’s my damn enemy and I’m going to kill him when this is finished, when I have my information.
“It’s a tempting offer,” he murmured, lifting is head a little to look at him, his fingers tightening for a moment before he realized how sensitive how own cock was at this point; he practically saw stars and the whimper that slipped free was humiliating. N-No. That wasn’t an option.
“Le-Let go.” Not that he waited, instead shaking off the other’s hand for a second so he could move his spent length away and focus on the remaining one. His hand wrapped around it, alone this time, working it quick, fast, sure, from base to tip. His own come made the motions slick, smooth, wet. In that moment, he felt in control.
Flushed, drunk on satisfaction, he smirked a little at the other man, the tip of his tongue sweeping his own lips. “I want to watch you finish,” he whispered. I want to own you in the moment. I want to remember it always. I want-- “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look away, or I’ll stop. Understand?”
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Date: 2015-09-05 02:49 am (UTC)It wasn’t real. None of this--
But that had been. That orgasm, that pleasure, that feeling of utter completion, of ecstasy a fashion he hadn’t known before, that had been real, utterly real. The pure, white-hot lust and the way it had nearly broken him down, shattered all of this around them, that had been real. Which left him wondering where the line blurred, how close the two worlds merged.
Enemy. He’s my damn enemy and I’m going to kill him when this is finished, when I have my information.
“It’s a tempting offer,” he murmured, lifting is head a little to look at him, his fingers tightening for a moment before he realized how sensitive how own cock was at this point; he practically saw stars and the whimper that slipped free was humiliating. N-No. That wasn’t an option.
“Le-Let go.” Not that he waited, instead shaking off the other’s hand for a second so he could move his spent length away and focus on the remaining one. His hand wrapped around it, alone this time, working it quick, fast, sure, from base to tip. His own come made the motions slick, smooth, wet. In that moment, he felt in control.
Flushed, drunk on satisfaction, he smirked a little at the other man, the tip of his tongue sweeping his own lips. “I want to watch you finish,” he whispered. I want to own you in the moment. I want to remember it always. I want-- “Don’t close your eyes. Don’t look away, or I’ll stop. Understand?”