Page 105 of Caged In

When Sin leans in, Izz opens up to him. Allowing the other’s tongue inside. To penetrate his body. Their tongues intertwining within Izz’s mouth. A claiming of ownership.

He’s not so sure who’s owning who.

Izz doesn’t resist as he’s manoeuvred—while keeping their mouths connected. Sin making quick work of Izz’s clothing. The chilling cell air prickling over his skin. His hands working under Sin’s shirt. Seeking skin on skin contact. His body sprawling out under Sin, who is completely dressed. While Izz lies vulnerable and bare—

Izz gasps as a finger pushes inside him. His legs parting to give Sin complete access to his body. Tucking his feet in behind Sin’s knees, using the leverage to rock into Sin. To fuck himself on Sin’s finger.

His body is thrumming with desire. Only half aware Sin has added more fingers. Is scissoring inside him. Stretching him open.

Sin breaks the kiss, “you okay,” he asks while curling his fingers inside Izz.

He nods frantically, groaning, “y-yeah. Feels good.”

Sin forces Izz’s head back with a firm grip on his jaw. Exposing his throat. He’s barely holding on to the edge. His body tightening as Sin’s fingers work their way deeper. Probing inside, searching—

A sharp tingle shoots up Izz’s spine as those exploring fingers brush against something within him. His back arching as hecurses. His hands slapping down onto the mattress, gripping the sheets tightly, grounding himself as his mind floats away from his body.

What is that?

Whatever it is, he doesn’t want Sin to stop. It feels amazing. How did he not know this part of his own body? Would have made his times alone a hell of a lot better. Though he has a feeling half of his reaction is due to who is doing it to him.

His jaw is released, followed by a snarled order not to move. Which Izz willingly obeys.

Sin slides down his pants enough to release his erection. Removing his fingers in favour of hefting Izz’s legs. Resting them over his shoulder.

Izz’s glad he has some flex in him, or this would hurt. His body being pretzeled under the other’s weight—

His breath rasps out of him as Sin begins to push his way inside. His shaft slick, sliding in without too much of a burn. Sin must have applied lube of some kind—

All his thoughts fizz out as Sin drops his weight. Forcing half his cock directly into Izz. White fills his vision as he forgets how to breathe. The stretch bordering on agony. A mix of pleasure and pain swirling and clashing inside him. He isn’t sure if he wants to scream or moan.

“Breathe. You’re doing well,” Sin tilts his head to the side, studying Izz.

He would give anything to hear what’s going through the male’s head right now. The spark in those dark eyes growing in intensity by the second.

“I’m going to try something,” Sin resettles his weight into his legs, the mattresses dipping with the change, “I want you to hold out as long as possible, and longer. When you feel like your vision is slipping, tap my leg three times. You understand? Three times.”

He’s not sure what Sin’s talking about, but he agrees either way. His hands white knuckling the bed below them as Sin sinks in deeper. He isn’t sure he can fit much more.

Sin’s hands curl around his neck, and before Izz can fully grasp what he’s agreed to, his airways are cut off. The grip tightening to the point where he can no longer suck in oxygen.

“Relax,” Sin orders. “You can hold out. I know you can hold out,” Sin’s hands squeeze tighter, his pupils dilating as he watches Izz closely.

Izz’s panic at being deprived of air is quickly shoved aside as Sin drops his entire weight onto Izz. Sinking in to the hilt, reaching places inside he didn’t know he has. Their hips flush together.

And then Sin moves.

The slide is electric, helping the stretch. However, when Sin snaps his hips forward and drives back in with a brutal clap, it burns and shoots a sharp pain into Izz’s thighs.

He shoves his hand up against Sin’s chest. Trying to push him off. Not to stop what’s happening, but to ease it. His body is filling with so many sensations it’s overwhelming him. And the pleasure racing through him at being used in this way is almost unbearable.

The asphyxiation is not helping. His body pumping with adrenaline. With pleasure. With lust and . . . and . . .

Izz cums. He didn’t intend it. He hadn’t known he was about to. But there is no stopping it. His body tightening, his muscles gripping the cock inside its walls. His throat constricting on its own, without the assisted aid of Sin’s hands.

His vision blackens, and he hits Sin’s thigh. He’s pretty sure he does it more than three times, but Sin gets the message and his throat is freed. Air shooting down into his lungs as he gasps through his release. His cum shooting out to land on his own chest.

Sin doesn’t stop thrusting. His pace as brutal as it started out. Taking everything he can get from Izz. Demanding all of it.

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