Page 122 of Two for Joy

Chad didn’t open his eyes, but turned his head, talking to the corner of the room. “Over there, my rucksack. Lube’s in the front pocket.”

Romeo returned moments later, rubbing lube into the blue head of his cock. He groaned, enjoying it a little too much, then reached for Chad. He pushed his fingers in, spread them, twirled them, until Chad couldn’t take it anymore, until he was calling out so loud, he was in danger of drawing attention to their room.

Chad yanked urgently at his arm, Romeo let him have it, then frowned when Chad pressed his hand to his throat, an indication he wanted it squeezed.

Romeo’s pulse skyrocketed, Chad was teasing the monstrous side of him, daring it to come out. He didn’t know if Chad had some kind of sadistic death wish, or whether he had faith in Romeo’s warped idea of love. Either way, it was dangerous, but exciting, and Romeo’s already hard cock, got impossibly harder until it bordered painful.

Romeo did as Chad wished, cutting off his air until his face reddened, and air rasped in and out of his mouth. He could feel Chad’s pulse hammering against the palm of his hand as he slid into his body.

Chad opened his eyes, his face relaxed, and he surrendered himself.

Romeo stared into Chad’s eyes, fixated on the glimmer of something different, something darker that had appeared there after he’d killed Marc. He’d put a chip in Chad’s goodness, but it didn’t lessen him, it added to his value, added to his uniqueness.

He released his hold on Chad’s throat, watched in fascination as Chad’s flushed cheeks faded back to normal, and he took a few quick breaths before leveling out.

His eyebrows twitched in disappointment, but before he could voice it, Romeo tightened his grip on Chad’s throat again. He pushed his cock deep into Chad’s body brushing against his prostate.

Chad’s eyes rolled up, a shiver travelled down his body from the top to the bottom, and color tinted his cheeks. He’d always enjoyed toying with Chad’s mind, but toying with his body felt almost hypnotic.

Romeo teased Chad’s air supply, making him wait longer each time before giving him a dose of oxygen. Chad’s eyes got more and more lost, the shivers were near constant, and the wetness between them convinced Romeo Chad had already come, at least once.

He was super focused, super attentive, and lost himself in Chad. He could taste his breath as a sweetness when he panted for air. He could smell his arousal, the sweat in his hair. Hear the rasps, convinced Chad was in fact saying his name when Romeo allowed him to breathe.

He was in tune with Chad, making sure he didn’t go too far, didn’t lose control. He tested Chad enough that they were both benefiting from his hand wrapped around Chad’s throat.

The danger element heightening everything, Chad offering himself up like a sacrifice, knowing Romeo could kill him. Then there was Romeo, clinging on, knowing if he went too far, he’d break the promise he’d made his mother, rob himself of the one emotion he’d been desperate to feel, the only one that made him feel slightly human.

Their pleasure was suspended on a tightrope, a wrong move would end in tragedy, but the risk took them both higher, to impossible heights that made it worth it. Romeo gasped Chad’s name, and Chad wheezed his while inhaling.

When he felt he was close, ready to succumb, Romeo grabbed Chad’s throat harder for a few seconds, before releasing him all together. The shot of sudden oxygen pushed Chad over the edge. Romeo dropped his chest down on Chad’s catching the come that gushed out. Chad tensed, squeezing Romeo until he couldn’t breathe, until he was the one rasping with awed eyes while his release painted Chad’s insides. He came longer and harder than he ever had before, feeling every twitch, pulse, and squeeze of Chad around him.

Romeo pressed his forehead to Chad’s. “I could kill you one day.”

“I know.”

“But I’ll do everything in my power not to.”

Chad gave him a small smile. “I know that, too.”

Epilogue

Six months later

“You need to relax.”

“Like it’s that easy.”

Chad glared at Romeo. It was supposed to be menacing, but all Romeo saw were his panicked eyes, and the puffiness beneath. He’d never experienced nervousness, and it had been a sight to see Chad slowly unravel as the days went by, but it passed being interesting, when something tugged in Romeo chest. He wanted to make Chad feel better, soothe his fears.

“Take a deep breath.”

“If I take anymore deep breaths I’ll pass out.”

Romeo pushed off from the wall, strode over to Chad, and took over from him arranging his tie. Chad had done it up several times, but kept huffing, and redoing it, not happy even though it couldn’t have been more perfect.

“You’ll be fine.”

“I’m going for my psych test. I’ve got to convince three people, one of them my new boss, I’m not crazy.”

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