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-A gasping breath. Heavy and thick as the partially opened window allows in just a scant amount of moonlight to fall on the bodies occupying the bed[High lighting curves, angles and outlining them against the dark sheets]. A sharply defined jaw line is thrown into the faint light as his head is forced back by the hand curling almost cruelly in his long, coal black hair[So dark against tawny hued flesh]. Lips part on a pained gasp as his fingers scramble for somewhere to grip as he is suddenly on his back[Hips lifting and falling to meet each rough pump]. Slender fingers curl and grip the sheets below him and he cries out[Whimpering], lips locking around fingers as they slide into his mouth[Sucking and biting, whimpering louder as the already intense power of each thrust into him increases]. Slim thighs lift and ankles lock together, pressing hard into the base of the man’s back. Emerald eyes[Bright and hazy] roll back into his head, lids fluttering and gasping breaths breaking raggedly into the air. A deep growl from the one above him, then a sharp pain radiating from his right shoulder sends his eyes wide with surprise and a moan of whorish intention catching[Deepening], then breaking from his full lips.
A yelp is stifled behind tightly clenched lips as his thighs are forced apart and that dark eyed man begins driving into him as if intent on hurting him. Yet, he arches to every stroke, riding as he was supposed to and moving where he was cued. His hands rise from the mattress and grip the forearms of the other, curling and setting sharp nails against flesh. His punishment for the action was a slap and his head whips to the side.. Only to move back into its previous position[A mocking smile on his lips]. Bad move. Never mock someone when their c**k was so -firmly- nestled in you. A scream rips from his throat as he is impaled harder then ever[Tearing, ********]. He pants and whimpers nice and loud to appease him.. Wasn’t good to show defiance. Bad boy, bad. Not mere seconds later, he tenses above him and begins an almost frantic tempo[Pain] and he own mouth falls open on a strangled gasp as that thrust… Hits…Just…Perfect. [******** stars].
Warmth hits his chest[Damn, forgot to cover up] and he arches, riding those last frenzied movements and his own shudders[Coming down off that high, so delightful]. He grunts as the other collapses on him unceremoniously[Taking what little air his burning lungs had collected in the past few moments]. He gasps and loosens the death grip he had on the other’s arms[Cresent half moon indents, some bleeding, left behind], wincing as the other[Still inside] shifts slowly. He gasps and bites back a soft yell as he pulls out ********], then rolls off of him. He shifts, making a mental note of the damage before slowly[Gently, ouch] sitting up. Pain rockets through his body as he twists one way and then the other[Ignoring the urge to gasp and whimper]. Finger shaped bruises mar the silkiness of his tawny hued thighs[Clearly marking the force with which his legs had been pried open]. He looks over, watching him dress and smirks faintly as his head tilts[Ebony hair sliding to cover half his face as he continues to smile that cryptic grin]. His brows raise and then his grin widens as that lovely thing is pulled out.. His wallet. He watches as bills are laid out in front of him and is pleasantly surprised to see an extra fifty. He grabs it and slowly rolls over with the bills in hand[Back arching as he gets onto his hands and knees to let a cat like stretch roll his body]. He smirks inwardly as he hears a noise from behind and quickly[Despite the insistent throbbing of his lower half] shimmies off of the bed, feet hitting the plush carpet with a muffled thump.
He slowly walks over to where the chair that contained his clothing rested and he grimaces lightly at his choice of attire this evening. He shrugs and quietly begins slipping it on… Letting out a soft groan of protest when material clung somewhere that would rather not be form fitted to. He finished dressing a few minutes later and straightened slowly. Every inch of him from the base of his neck to his feet was encased in the tightest of black leather. Dark, platform, knee high boots clung to his long legs lovingly, like a second skin[Giving his already five foot eleven inch frame a good four inches more]. The leather vest that encased his torso was open[A ‘v’ of semi-pale flesh from below his bellybutton to his collar bone showing]. A studded collar gripped his neck, a choker made of black leather and steel studs. Thin straps spider-webbed across his chest, connecting the sides of the dark vest[Shoulders bared, as he was wearing nothing but the vest]. One hand slides over his thigh and up the middle of his torso… Catching in his hair and sweeping the almost a** length locks from in front of his face. The money is nowhere to be seen[Hidden somewhere in the second skin that was his current outfit]. He smiles and nods, walking towards the door without a single word… Striding down the hall as fast as his sore body would allow[The feel of his own seed still on his chest despite him wiping it off on the sheets]. Down the stairs, past the front desk and out the door to meet with the cold night’s air. A grin slides over his lips and he stretches slowly, looking first one way down the street, than the other before deciding that he didn’t feel like going in for the night. Slow steps take him in the direction of the fast side of town: clubs, bars.. Ah.. Marvelous…
 Sadism.Butterfly · Thu Jun 12, 2008 @ 12:01pm · 0 Comments |
