Gabe heaved a shuddering sigh, licking his lips as he relaxed against the man. He could feel pain flirting along the edges of his lashes, stinging along his back, mixing with the pleasure he was getting from the way the man was slamming against his prostate. He buried his face against the man’s neck, muffling his whimpers into his skin. “Yes, sir,” he murmured, voice breathy. Gabriel moaned into his mouth, clutching his shoulders tightly, just letting the sensations roll over him, pain and pleasure and sadness licking at his hear once more. He didn’t know if he could handle this… this almost-sweetness. “Please… please, harder, please,” he whispered desperately.

When the boy begged for harder Patrick could see it was what he needed and eagerly thrust harder onto his cock, slamming him down hard. “Fuck, you’re so, tight.” he panted, slamming into him, bouncing him more on his cock just to let the pain of his back ripple through him. “Ride me, move.” he said, staring darkly into his eyes, growling softly as a warning so the boy would know he was to do as he was told now. He pulled the boy forward, rocking their bodies as he slid to the edge of the chair, angling his thrusts up.

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Source: patrick-odell