Page 125 of The Butterfly Killer

He hooked his legs around Roman’s. In split second thinking—or not thinking—he used all the strength he had left to yank Roman forward. Roman caught himself before he could fall completely on top of Marcus, but he was still caught off guard enough that his grip slipped from Marcus’s hips.

“Motherfu—” Roman’s right arm slammed into the mattress to right himself.

It wasn’t fast enough. The fall had his cock slamming down inside of Marcus. The stretch was too fast. The pain seized Marcus’s body, like a cold hand on his lower spine and pulling as if to yank it out. He clamped his teeth so hard he felt it through his skull.

There was a white hot spike mixed within that pain. A jolt of pleasure that was needles pricking into the soft flesh of his brain. He was shaking uncontrollably, sweat dripping down his temples.

Roman was there, gaping at him. There was a mix of horror and awe. Marcus stared back.

“Are you okay?” Roman whispered. In a tender gesture, he brushed his knuckles against Marcus’s damp temple, brushing aside his bangs that clung to his forehead.

The words were of worry but there was none in Roman’s eyes.

Marcus tried to speak. He had to start over a couple times before he didn’t trip over his own words. “How deep are you?”

Roman reached down to where they were connected. His fingers brushed Marcus’s hole and then himself.

“Only about an inch left.”

Roman’s fingers kept brushing where Marcus was stretched around him. Marcus could feel how tight he was through that touch. He could feel it too. Even with the lube it felt impossible that he wasn’t going to rip. Still, he wasn’t afraid of what might happen. His own stubbornness—or perhaps his unsafe obsession—kept him from fearing the consequences.

“Do it.” Marcus’s voice was steady. “Fuck me.”

Roman didn’t argue this time. Marcus could see it in his eyes. Roman had lost the control he’d been hanging onto. He’d warned Marcus and Marcus hadn’t listened. Or he had listened, but he’d pushed Roman anyway.

Roman rose again. His hands were firm on Marcus’s waist, fingers digging into his sides like hooks. Marcus was breathless as Roman settled into place behind him.

Those fingers hooked into him loosened their grip. They roamed over his back and his chest, caressing him as if to soothe the unease from his body. He loosened some, sinking into the bed as if those hands alone could alleviate the slight pain racketing up his spine.

Roman slowly slid out.

“Haaa!” Marcus clenched his eyes closed. His thighs trembled.

There was silence from Roman. However, Marcus could feel Roman’s hands trembling against his sides. A tiny twitch here and there that let him know he wasn’t the only one quickly falling apart.

Roman pulled all the way out. His cock brushed against Marcus’s cheek, leaving behind a streak of lube.

Marcus’s hole fluttered as it was hit with cool air. It twitched, gaping, wider than it’d ever been.

“Holy shit,” Roman whispered with amazement. “I can see inside you.”

He slid his thumb into the slick channel as if to show Marcus though he didn’t need any proof. He could fuckingfeelhow wide Roman had left him.

“Stop toying with it,” Marcus groaned. He reached behind him, grappling for Roman. He didn’t entirely know what he was trying to do. Push him away? Or draw him closer? His mind was so fuzzy he didn’t know if he was in great pain or if it was just the pleasure was too much for his human body to handle.

Roman chuckled. “Sorry.”

He withdraw his thumb. He leaned down.

“What are you—ah! What the fuck?”

Roman bit Marcus literally on the ass.

The sudden nip yanked Marcus from the fogginess. His mind cleared just enough that he tried to crawl away from Roman.

Roman laughed as he grabbed Marcus and pulled him back toward him. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t resist.”

“You fucking shit! I don’t think I waaaaaaaa?—”

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