In the darkness
A hand came across his mouth, the other grabbed his long hair, pulling him backwards into the tiny closet. The door was closed, blocking out what little light there was. His arms reached up to grab the wrists of his unknown assailant, but he was dragged even further back into the small, cramped space.
"Shh," a voice whispered, hushed and unrecognizable.
His attacker released his grip upon his hair; his fingers tracing the out line of his throat. He could feel hot breath on his neck, soft licks and nibbles on his ear. Fingers unbuttoned his shirt and made their way inside. He shivered as they traced a line across his perfect clavicles, down his chest to gently rub up against his nipples, making them hard.
He found himself getting turned on despite the violence and the danger. Instinctively, his tongue lapped at the hand covering his mouth. The unknown aggressor let him take his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking upon them.
The stranger lay his palm flat against his chest, revealing a frightened yet excited pounding heart. He pulled his fingers away from the full mouth surrounding them, despite the protests of his victim. His hand moved lightly across the shoulders and back of his now willing partner.
The smaller man stood mouth agape, saliva forming in the corner of his lips. He yearned to feel his assailants tongue inside him, thrusting deep and hard; a prologue for what was to come. But the stronger one had something else in mind. He bit down on his neck; a moan of half pleasure and pain escaping from deep inside the other's throat.
"Shh," was all he heard; nothing else needed to be said.
One skillfull hand undid the button and zipper of his jeans; the other meandered down to the small of his back, fingers dancing across the tattoo there, even though it could not be seen. Long, slender fingers teased him through the fabric of his boxers, his cock fully erect and pressing up against the hand which reached out and embraced it. He closed his eyes even though it was pitch black. Swallowing hard he he arched his back as a strong, yet gentle hand began to stroke his velvety hardness; his partners fingers feeling cool against his burning flesh.
He gasped, as his opening was violated; fingers probing, thrusting, pushed in deep; pressing against that very spot that made him see stars. The torment continued; one hand stroking up and down the length of him, while fingers slid back in forth within his body; the scissoring motions bringing tears to his eyes. He could barely breathe. His veins were pulsing; his blood pumping madly through his heart. He wanted this. He wanted this so badly. It was driving him insane.
"Pplllleeaaaseee," he stammered as he bent over and pressed his palms to the closet door.
He could swear he heard his unknown partner chuckle. He sucked in his breath as the fingers slid out from him. But his respite was a momentary one as fingers were replaced by the swollen head of an engorged cock.
A silent scream escaped his lips as he was violated once more; but it was a torment he welcomed. He bent over to accomodate his partner who held firm to his bony hips and began to penetrate him deeply. Both men grunted and groaned as their lovemaking continued. No longer a struggle for dominance, they both embraced the darkness and each other.
Tears fell from his delicate lashes, falling down his high cheekbones, mingling with his sweat until they dribbled inside his cherry red mouth. He felt himself slipping, trying desperately to brace himself against the closet door. His lungs were aching; his heart near bursting. It was bliss; it was agony; it was Heaven and Hell all rolled up into one. He never wanted it to end. He could feel pre-cum dripping from his head and he knew it wouldn't be long.
As he neared completion, he cursed himself for not being able to hold out any longer. He banged his head against the closet door, gritting his teeth, one hand reaching down to pump his cock, the other still against the closet door. But one hand wasn't enough to hold him up and he began to fall. Two strong arms stretched out to catch him, practically lifting him off the ground. The stronger one bucked as he came full force, biting once more into his shoulder, the pain sending him reeling. He felt as he he was spiraling down, his vision blurred, his head spinning. The hand that first dragged him into the closet covered his mouth once more as he cried out; his cum shooting out into his hand and dripping upon the floor. He slumped up against his partner, burying his head in the crook of his neck. Both their hearts beat in time together, their chests heaving, bodies quivering.
They kissed sweetly; the smaller man wimpering like a child as the kiss was broken. A finger was pressed to his lips.
"Shh," the whisper came again as the one time attacker backed away, his hand reaching for the door knob.
"Wait," the smaller man entreated with his raspy voice. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The door was opened and closed in an instant. Left alone in the darkness, he slid to the floor. Breathing deeply and slowly, he tried to calm his still pounding heart.
The phone rang.
"Well?"
"I did it."
"Was it good?"
"It was amazing"
"I told you so."
"You are the best."
"I'm glad I could help."
"Thank you, Noona."
"Anytime, Changmin."
"Shh," a voice whispered, hushed and unrecognizable.
His attacker released his grip upon his hair; his fingers tracing the out line of his throat. He could feel hot breath on his neck, soft licks and nibbles on his ear. Fingers unbuttoned his shirt and made their way inside. He shivered as they traced a line across his perfect clavicles, down his chest to gently rub up against his nipples, making them hard.
He found himself getting turned on despite the violence and the danger. Instinctively, his tongue lapped at the hand covering his mouth. The unknown aggressor let him take his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking upon them.
The stranger lay his palm flat against his chest, revealing a frightened yet excited pounding heart. He pulled his fingers away from the full mouth surrounding them, despite the protests of his victim. His hand moved lightly across the shoulders and back of his now willing partner.
The smaller man stood mouth agape, saliva forming in the corner of his lips. He yearned to feel his assailants tongue inside him, thrusting deep and hard; a prologue for what was to come. But the stronger one had something else in mind. He bit down on his neck; a moan of half pleasure and pain escaping from deep inside the other's throat.
"Shh," was all he heard; nothing else needed to be said.
One skillfull hand undid the button and zipper of his jeans; the other meandered down to the small of his back, fingers dancing across the tattoo there, even though it could not be seen. Long, slender fingers teased him through the fabric of his boxers, his cock fully erect and pressing up against the hand which reached out and embraced it. He closed his eyes even though it was pitch black. Swallowing hard he he arched his back as a strong, yet gentle hand began to stroke his velvety hardness; his partners fingers feeling cool against his burning flesh.
He gasped, as his opening was violated; fingers probing, thrusting, pushed in deep; pressing against that very spot that made him see stars. The torment continued; one hand stroking up and down the length of him, while fingers slid back in forth within his body; the scissoring motions bringing tears to his eyes. He could barely breathe. His veins were pulsing; his blood pumping madly through his heart. He wanted this. He wanted this so badly. It was driving him insane.
"Pplllleeaaaseee," he stammered as he bent over and pressed his palms to the closet door.
He could swear he heard his unknown partner chuckle. He sucked in his breath as the fingers slid out from him. But his respite was a momentary one as fingers were replaced by the swollen head of an engorged cock.
A silent scream escaped his lips as he was violated once more; but it was a torment he welcomed. He bent over to accomodate his partner who held firm to his bony hips and began to penetrate him deeply. Both men grunted and groaned as their lovemaking continued. No longer a struggle for dominance, they both embraced the darkness and each other.
Tears fell from his delicate lashes, falling down his high cheekbones, mingling with his sweat until they dribbled inside his cherry red mouth. He felt himself slipping, trying desperately to brace himself against the closet door. His lungs were aching; his heart near bursting. It was bliss; it was agony; it was Heaven and Hell all rolled up into one. He never wanted it to end. He could feel pre-cum dripping from his head and he knew it wouldn't be long.
As he neared completion, he cursed himself for not being able to hold out any longer. He banged his head against the closet door, gritting his teeth, one hand reaching down to pump his cock, the other still against the closet door. But one hand wasn't enough to hold him up and he began to fall. Two strong arms stretched out to catch him, practically lifting him off the ground. The stronger one bucked as he came full force, biting once more into his shoulder, the pain sending him reeling. He felt as he he was spiraling down, his vision blurred, his head spinning. The hand that first dragged him into the closet covered his mouth once more as he cried out; his cum shooting out into his hand and dripping upon the floor. He slumped up against his partner, burying his head in the crook of his neck. Both their hearts beat in time together, their chests heaving, bodies quivering.
They kissed sweetly; the smaller man wimpering like a child as the kiss was broken. A finger was pressed to his lips.
"Shh," the whisper came again as the one time attacker backed away, his hand reaching for the door knob.
"Wait," the smaller man entreated with his raspy voice. But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The door was opened and closed in an instant. Left alone in the darkness, he slid to the floor. Breathing deeply and slowly, he tried to calm his still pounding heart.
The phone rang.
"Well?"
"I did it."
"Was it good?"
"It was amazing"
"I told you so."
"You are the best."
"I'm glad I could help."
"Thank you, Noona."
"Anytime, Changmin."