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Roman lay there completely silent, allowing Ezra to kiss his neck on all sides.

“Say it.” Ezra’s teeth grazed Roman’s shoulder. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“No.” Ezra bit down hard enough to elicit a stifled moan from Roman. “Tell me. Really tell me.”

“I belong to you,” Roman answered. “Only you. For you. To serve you.”

“You’re goddamn right, baby.” Ezra licked Roman’s shoulder affectionately, then kissed it gently before he slowly crawled off him.

With the deed done, at least for the first night, Roman wanted to fall asleep and hope that, eventually, this wouldn’t feel like such a laborious arrangement. There were parts that felt good. Parts that weren’t terrible. But all of that vanished the moment the shame returned. It filled Roman to the brim, consuming his thoughts and reminding him this was sadly the best choice he could’ve made.

The hoots and hollers from neighboring rooms confirmed that suspicion. Roman teared up a bit at the jabs, the cutting comments, and the declaration that he sounded like a truly fucked bitch. There was nothing he could do to argue it. Everyone on the cellblock heard his final fall into failure, and now, he really had no one except Ezra and the protection he offered.

“Bow chicka wow wow,” a familiar voice called out. “I’ve always wondered how you’d sound with a dick up your ass. Music to my ears!”

Roman wanted to sink into the bed and die. Jake’s taunting voice rallied others to join in a debate on whether or not this was Roman’s first time being fucked. On the one hand, they arguedhe sounded like a weak bitch about it, but on the other hand, he moaned like a truly experienced fa—

“Shut up.” Ezra’s demand crackled across the cellblock and brought every voice to a halt and squashed Roman’s anxious thoughts, even if only for a moment.

Ezra wrapped an arm around Roman’s sweaty body and pulled him into an embrace.

“Don’t let them get to you,” he whispered. “No one can ever get to you. Not with me here.”

Roman silently stared at Ezra. He didn’t fully accept his choice, but he made a little room for it, at least tonight. He was exhausted and worn out and desperately needed sleep.

Ezra leaned in close and kissed Roman. He instinctively pulled away but then caught himself. If he could take Ezra’s dick down his throat, surely, he could handle the man’s tongue in his mouth. It was startling, surprising. Ezra seemed mostly content in breaking down Roman’s walls and forcing him to submit, fucking him without mercy, yet now he wanted to hug and hold Roman, to offer him a gentle kiss before bed.

Roman lay awake most of the night, lost in his twisting thoughts and wrapped in Ezra’s arms.

Chapter Eight

The first thing Ezra expected from Roman when they woke up the following morning was to assume the position. Roman rolled onto his stomach, turned so his head was close to the wall, and his ass was up and hanging out from the bed. Part of him considered his options, considered walking out of the cell this second, but he wondered how many men would be there waiting to laugh, waiting to pounce. Roman conceded with his thoughts and adjusted a bit more.

He was still sore but found his muscles, at the very least, didn’t carry the weight of lead after a few hours of real sleep. Ezra slapped Roman’s ass a few times, instructing him to properly position.

“Bitch pose, please,” Ezra said with a demanding knuckle pop on the small of Roman’s back.

It was paradoxical. Everything about Ezra was. He wouldn’t force himself on Roman, willing him to be a consenting member of this arrangement, even though Roman would never willingly subject himself to this.

Accepting the instructions, Roman moved his knees slightly, keeping them at the edge of the bed. He pushed his butt up some and arched his back as much as he could bear. Once he’d done that, the lube bottle squirted a few times, Ezra spit on his hand,stroked himself hard, and unceremoniously rammed his cock into Roman.

When Roman yelped, Ezra chuckled and rutted faster into the man. Each thrust hit harder than last night, with Roman’s hole so sore. Roman moved his hand, blindly searching for Ezra, who hammered away behind him, and with a gentle touch, Roman pressed against the man’s lower abdomen, hoping to silently convey a need to ease. Ezra ignored the plea, wrapping his hand around Roman’s wrist and twisting it behind his back.

“Gimme the other one,” Ezra demanded, now holding both of Roman’s arms behind him at the small of Roman’s back as he took in all of Ezra. “Let me hear you, baby.”

Roman’s head hit the wall a few times, adding to the pained grunts he let out as Ezra pounded away at his rear.

“Clench,” Ezra demanded, releasing Roman’s wrists and palming at his ass instead.

Ezra squeezed Roman’s cheeks and spread them to give himself a clearer show of Roman’s hole. Roman felt the pace pick up once Ezra did that, believing he took some extra satisfaction in watching his cock bury from head to base inside Roman.

Doing as instructed, Roman clenched his hole and lucked out. Ezra didn’t drag out the morning fuck like he had last night’s first time, relishing Roman’s groans and tightened hole. After five brutal minutes of fucking Roman’s ass, Ezra growled. His legs flexed, and he slammed one fist into Roman’s lower back, then he grabbed Roman’s hair to yank his head back. The action demanded a deeper arch, which Roman offered. Finally, Ezra’s hips twitched and bucked as he came inside Roman.

Roman lay there in position, feeling the cum drip from his sore hole. He didn’t move because Ezra hadn’t instructed him to do so, and whether he realized it or not, he’d quickly become obedient to the other man’s demands. The worst part of sitting here, keeping his ass exposed while his body trembled fromthe morning sex, was how his own cock throbbed so close to climax but not quite there. Ezra wanted Roman to understand his pleasure wasn’t a priority, and Roman quickly realized he needed to ensure Ezra achieved climax as soon as possible.

After Ezra finished what he was doing, he rushed up close behind Roman and stuck his hand on Roman’s hole, which elicited a startled groan. He wiped his fingers on the goop dripping out and brought his hand close to Roman’s mouth.

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