Page 20 of From Best To Bested

Roman attempted to nod, but with Ezra’s other hand firmly in place, all he could manage was to somehow push the cock deeper down his throat as his face got pushed in closer, and his nose was covered with black pubes.

“Answer me, bitch.” Ezra slapped Roman’s face a second time, this time prompting a sad response.

Roman gurgled and wheezed and attempted to say yes.

“Good boy.” Ezra pulled his dick all the way out of Roman’s mouth.

Roman nearly collapsed onto the floor to suck in desperate breaths, but Ezra held a tight grip on Roman’s hair and kept his head in place while Roman coughed and choked up spit. So much spit, he could feel drool all over his chin, over his chest, and even dribbling on his bare thighs. Massive amounts of slobber covered Ezra’s cock, too.

“Open.”

Roman obeyed nervously and prepared himself. Ezra went to work fucking Roman’s throat with merciless vigor. The more Roman gagged and flailed in place, the harder Ezra’s hips slapped against Roman. Taking Ezra’s cock was the most brutal and exhausting thing he’d ever experienced. Roman grabbed Ezra’s thighs, using them to brace himself but finding it a futile effort as it seemed to only bring out more veracity from Ezra.

The ache in his knees helped distract him from the pain in his throat, both sore in very different ways, and Roman hoped for a reprieve.

After a grueling ten minutes of Ezra face fucking Roman, he finally bucked a bit erratically as he slammed his cock in at an odd angle. Roman believed Ezra had stretched his entire throat out already, but somehow, he managed to find some muscles still tight enough to please him.

Ezra squeezed Roman’s hair, slamming his dick all the way down and holding Roman in place as he twitched. Ezra’s toes curled, something Roman noticed from the sideway angle Ezra twisted his head to.

“Aaaahhhh,” Ezra growled.

The spurt of warmth that hit the back of Roman’s throat filled him with equal measures of shame and relief. He counted the seconds and the number of jetted streams that tickled the inside of his throat. After releasing everything he could down Roman’s throat, Ezra’s cock finally softened in Roman’s mouth, and the tension in his tight jaw muscles eased. Ezra remained where he stood, looking up to the ceiling and playfully stroking Roman’s sweaty hair.

Ezra released Roman and stepped away from him in favor of lounging on the unused bottom bunk of the bed, a bunk that now belonged to Roman since he’d agreed to room with Ezra. A bunk Ezra must’ve only plopped into because he wasn’t finished for the evening. Roman knew he couldn’t be that lucky. There wasthis look in Ezra’s eyes, this excitement and intensity that kept Roman locked in place on the floor.

“Come on.” Ezra patted the bed, encouraging Roman to join him.

Roman wobbled a bit, feeling lightheaded and drained after so much time on his knees. He stretched his jaw a few times as he made his way to the mattress corner. With Ezra sprawled out, he had little choice in where to sit.

“Look at you, feeling so excited.” Ezra nodded, and Roman followed the motion to see that his own cock had gotten hard.

Roman blushed, his entire face burning, which wasn’t difficult since the face fucking had already made his face red and tired. It didn’t make any sense. This wasn’t what he wanted. This wasn’t something he enjoyed. He’d have almost understood if it had happened if Ezra were fucking him, recalling how Levi explained how the male prostate worked. But sucking cock shouldn’t have aroused Roman.

“I don’t understand…”

“The human body is a fascinating thing,” Ezra said. “It reacts to things the mind doesn’t always grasp. No worries. It’s probably just a sign you were always meant to submit, to serve. Even if your brain thinks you’re an alpha, your body knows you’re an eager bitch.”

Roman frowned at that comment, anger burning in his eyes.

“I’m kidding. Kind of.” Ezra playfully kicked Roman’s knee with his toes. “Eventually, your mind will learn to like it as much as the rest of you. You just have to let yourself be happy.”

Roman’s frown deepened. Allowing himself to feel happy by this arrangement seemed more like a threat than a reward. The fact his body would betray him over something he still couldn’t wrap his thoughts around exhausted him.

“In the meantime, clean me up.” Ezra gestured, but Roman wasn’t sure where.

He stared at Ezra’s naked body, the trickle of sweat on his brow and running over his chest. Roman scrunched his face and turned to look for a cloth, something to dab Ezra clean.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking for a towel,” Roman answered.

“No, no, no, sweetheart,” Ezra corrected. “You made the mess; you clean the mess.”

“What mess?”

Ezra grabbed Roman by the back of the head and pulled him down toward his dick.

“Lick it clean.”

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