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His hand wraps around my cock as he begins to stroke it, and I swear he knows the perfect grip and pace. Just when I’m about to force him to open his mouth, he leans forward, swiping his forked tongue along the tip, collecting the bead of pre-cum sitting there. He moans, rolling his eyes into the back of his head before he closes them, then unhinges his jaw to take me fully into his mouth. I nearly combust at the warmth and the way he envelops me completely, cushioning me as he slowly sucks me into the back of his throat. When he contracts around my length, I feel my balls tighten, threatening to spill my load prematurely.

He releases me and stands, pulling open his robe and dropping it to the floor. Then his mouth is back on mine as he slowly guides me toward the master bedroom, his hard cock pulsing next to mine. The feel of his velvet length against me is like the sweetest sin. When Torrent and I first started exploring beyond our friendship, we made sure to keep it a secret. It wasn’t as accepted back then and we were fearful of what people would think of us. Each time we felt brave enough to come out, something would happen. We got a music deal, then we were going on tour. Our faces were plastered everywhere and eventually we stopped trying to find a way to be together. We’ve always felt like the other’s dirty secret, and maybe that’s what’s kept it so exciting over the years, but there’s no mistake in why we have the symbols carved into our skin. It’s for these moments when we’re skin to skin and heart to heart.

Once we’re in the bedroom, I push his back to the mattress and watch as he lies there, tucking his hands behind his head and flexing his cock, making it bounce against his belly button. Just the sight of him makes my mouth water and I’m overcome with a need so uncontrollable that it always strikes fear into me. When we’re on the edge of euphoria, crossing that dangerous line, I never know what I’ll be like when I survive it.

I spread his legs with my thighs and lean up, reaching between us to stroke his cock. “Is it going to be you or me tonight?” I ask him as he stares up at me.

“I’ll let you have it.” He grins. “The pain will be a welcomed relief after what I’ve done.”

I make myself comfortable between his legs, running my hand over his cock and loving how thick it is. He should have chosen the opposite. I’m in the mood to feel some pain tonight, but I give him what he wants because I don’t know when we will be together again. It’s been sporadic over the years and always on Torrent’s terms.

I lick the wide tip of this cock, letting the taste of his salty pre-cum flood my mouth as I continue to work him with my hand. Finally, his arms drop from behind his head as he reaches for me, sinking those long fingers into my hair. I know what’s coming next. Maybe I will have a little pain tonight after all.

“Open.” Just one word coming from his mouth nearly has me coming all over the sheets.

I unhinge my jaw and open my eyes to look up at him, finding him already staring at me. He gives me a soft smile as his hips flex, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat. He pulls back out, but when his fingers tighten, I know what's about to happen. I relax my jaws and my throat, keeping my eyes on him as he begins to brutally fuck my mouth. His cock pounds into my throat and the sounds of my gagging filters throughout the room. Torrent doesn’t let up when tears course down my cheeks and over his thumbs to splash against his groin. He doesn’t slow down when I gasp for air, my lungs burning in protest. I do my best to keep up, to try to press my tongue against that rough patch under the head, but I know I’ve missed the mark with how brutally he’s fucking me. He’s punishing me and I’m taking it willingly.

His cock jerks against my tongue, and his thrusts become erratic. I know he’s almost there, near the euphoria he’s chasing. When he looks deep into my eyes, I reach between us and massage his balls, paying close attention to the space between them and his asshole. That’s the magic spot. Once I press my fingers into it with quick circles, his hips lift off the bed with a loud moan as cum begins to shoot from his head and coat my mouth.

His cum is thick on my tongue as I release him, leaning up on my knees to look down at his glistening cock saturated with my saliva and his own release. His legs are spread open as he lies on the bed with a sated smile on his face, knowing what comes next. I leaned down, bringing my face close to his balls, and then I spit a long stream of his cum to slip down between his ass cheeks, lubricating the area I’m about to brutally fuck.

I rub his cum and my spit into his asshole, forcing two fingers to spread it open, readying him for my thick girth. He once again becomes a moaning mess on the bed, writhing against the sheets and saying my name. My real name.

“Sval,” he says, the sound filled with decades of pain intertwined with a love that’s conquered it all.

The rest of the cum is spat into my hand, and then I’m coating my own cock with the taste of him still slick in my mouth. This is what we do. We’ve never used lube, always opting to use our own fluids. It feels that much more intimate.

I tip his hips upward, spreading his ass cheeks and when the head of my cock touches his asshole, I look him dead in the eye and say, “I love you, Victor.” Then I’m pushing into him, the tight hole fighting me at first, but soon enough I’m inside and once I feel the grip he has on my cock and the warmth of his body. My mind shuts down and I turn myself over to what has always been so primal between us.

I’m thrusting into him, the brutal strokes making him cry out as his hands curl into the sheets, his veins popping along his arms, but we never break eye contact. I fuck him through the pain I can see radiating from his eyes, and I don’t stop because this is what he wants. My balls slap off his ass, the sound echoing off the walls, combining with our heavy breathing.

I won’t last long. It’s been ages since I’ve been inside the man I love and even though I want it to last forever, I know it can’t. So I brace myself with a hand on his lower stomach, my fingers sinking into the ridges of his abs. I pick up the pace, tearing into him and finally coming when tears leak from his eyes as he screams. I fill up his asshole and slowly pull out, keeping him spread as my cum mixed with his blood seeps out of him.

With a loud sigh, I fall to the bed beside him, wrapping an arm around his waist and pressing my lips to his temple. “Was I too rough?”

“Never,” he answers quietly. For the first time in a long time, I’m falling into a deep sleep while breathing in the scent of my bonded.

Loving Beginnings Orphanage-1991 - Torrent

It’s been three months since Shereen walked into the dining hall with bandages on her hands and hatred in her eyes. I know she blames me for where she ended up, and I can’t say I care. She deserved it for selling me out. I’ve seen the scars on her hands, sections looking like her skin was melted, and when I asked Haynes what they were, he said burns.

Those fucking Sisters burned her hands because she lit a Bible on fire. I don’t know what lies they told the doctor after that, and I don’t fucking care. Shereen hates us now and every time I pass her in the halls or outside, she gives me a look of promise. She wants me dead. Too bad she doesn’t know what lives inside of me, and as long as I continue to do as he pleases, he won’t ever let me die.

“What’s happening?” Raiden stands from his chair and peers toward the enormous front doors. “I think there are people here.”

“No way.” Haynes stands.

Young children run for the doors, their hopes of finding a family still very much alive, unlike the older kids who just look on with curiosity. We know we’re not going anywhere. No family wants to adopt a teenager, they want infants and toddlers.

My eyes skip once again to Shereen as she sits by herself at a corner table, her hands covered in an old pair of gardening gloves to hide the scars. Her curls sway as she looks toward the door too, her hands clenching with the commotion.

“They probably used those candles on her,” I murmur to Sval. “I wonder what her back looks like.”

“Stop,” he snaps, always so fucking sensitive. “Be glad it wasn’t you.”

“I guess I should thank you, right?” I turn toward him with a sneer. “Would you like a blessing? Just like Father Robert?”

“No,” he mumbles, dropping his reddened face to his chest. That was a low blow, and I shouldn’t treat my only friend like shit. “Sorry.”

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