“Last chance to walk away, Matt.” Steve leaned in. He took Matt’s earlobe between his teeth and bit. The pain wasn’t much, a small explosion of heat, but it went straight to Matt’s dick. He groaned and tilted his head, giving Steve better access to his neck.
“Please.” Please. Please. Please. The word pulsed through him. It resonated through every part of him. His skin, his bones, every part of him needed this. Needed Steve. Needed to be owned the way he knew only Steve could.
Steve didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. He kept his hand on Matt’s throat. He squeezed, but barely. The sensation made Matt dizzy. He pulled Matt close to him and leaned in slowly. The feral smile came back and Matt knew that Steve finally understood Matt wanted this. Steve brushed an uncharacteristically tender kiss against Matt’s lips.
“If we do this, we do this my way.”
“Yes.” Matt nodded.
“Sir.”
“Yes, Sir.” Matt’s eyes fluttered shut. Fuck. It was perfect.
“If you need me to stop, you say red. If you need me to slow down, you say yellow. Remember that, because those are the only words that matter once we get going. You understand, Matty?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Steve’s hand left Matt’s throat. Before he could process the fact that he missed the contact, Steve whipped his shirt off and tossed it aside. “On your knees.”
Matt hesitated for a moment too long because Steve’s set his powerful hands on Matt’s shoulders and pushed down. Matt went to his knees roughly, but his cock didn’t lose interest. If anything, it got harder, needier. Fuck, they’d barely done anything but already Matt knew there would never be anyone else for him. Steve did it for him. He was commanding, powerful, rough, impatient, brutal. Matt could barely get his breath he was so keyed up.
“When I tell you to do something, you do it.”
“Yes, Sir.” Matt licked his lips.
Steve yanked the zipper of his pants down. “Part your lips, Matty. I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours. Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that? Do you know how fucking crazy it’s made me to watch your sweet little mouth for two years?”
“No, Sir.” Matt’s voice was breathy. His fingers wiggled at his sides. Excitement shot through him like fireworks. Steve yanked his cock out of his pants and Matt reached for it.
“No hands, Matty.” Steve reached down and cradled the back of Matt’s head in his hand, then his fingers wound in Matt’s shaggy hair and his scalp tingled as Steve increased the strength of his grip. Matt met Steve’s gaze and parted his lips. He melted into the tightness of his scalp and the feral lust-filled look Steve gave him. Then he parted his lips and Steve slid his cock into Matt’s mouth.
His thrust came sooner than Matt expected and he gagged. Tears sprung to his eyes. Steve thrust again, and someone moaned…Matt realized it was him. Steve fucked his mouth, his thick cock rammed the back of his throat and Matt couldn’t get enough. Fuck. It was too good. All he had to do was exist and let Steve take over. There were no wrong decisions. The only thing the existed was Steve and the only thing that mattered was what he wanted. Matt kept his eyes open, despite the urge to close them and let the world fade away, because if this would be the only time he’d get to experience this, to be this, he wanted to etch the look of bliss on Steve’s face into his brain, so he’d never forget it.
“Fuck, Matty. God. Look at you.” Steve ground the words out. Both of Steve’s hands were wound in Matt’s hair now. He yanked Matt so close that his nose brushed against the patch of dark hair. Matt did his best to breathe through his nose. Steve’s cock invaded his throat. His scent surrounded him. Steve’s powerful hands used Matt and held him up as his bones disappeared. If Steve were to let go, Matt would crumple to the floor in an ungraceful heap. But Steve didn’t let go.
Even when Steve pulled out and stared down at Matt. Even when his chest heaved, and his thick cock swayed between his legs, leaking and begging, he didn’t let go.
“Matty, fuck.” He said, his voice thick and rough. “Tell me to stop. Say red, Matty.”
Matt closed his eyes. His scalp tightened and tingled as it danced him along on the edge of pleasure and pain. It was so fucking good. There was no way in hell he would let Steve stop.
He opened his eyes and caught Steve’s heated gaze. “Green.”
“Oh, Matty.” Steve bent over. He yanked Matt’s head back until his neck stretched tight. His scalp burned. He wanted to reach for Steve but kept his arms at his sides instead. “Matty, you’re going to be the death of me.”
Steve’s kiss was as ferocious as the ones earlier and holy shit, Matt loved it. The sharp tug of hair. The brutal clack of teeth. The graze of stubble and teeth along his jawline made him gasp. When Steve’s teeth scraped against Matt’s neck, Matt moaned. Then the hand in his hair tightened as Steve sank his teeth into Matt’s neck.
“Oooh, fuuuck yes.” Matt clutched at Steve’s arms. Steve’s free hand slid under one arm and across his back. Then, with his mouth still firmly planted against Matt’s neck and with a hand still wound in his hair he hauled Matt to his feet in a motion so fast it made Matt’s head spin.
Steve let go of Matt’s hair. Steve’s mouth was suddenly absent from Matt’s neck. Before Matt had a chance to complain about the loss of contact, Steve spun him around and pressed him up against the wall.
Steve’s hands gripped Matt’s wrists and he pinned them at shoulder height. A powerful thigh forced itself between Matt’s legs, the scratch of the fabric reminded Matt that Steve was still half dressed. Steve’s tongue traced the edge of Matt’s ear.
“Last chance, Matty.” Steve’s grip on Matt’s wrists tightened. He flicked Matt’s earlobe with his tongue. “Last chance. If you don’t stop this now, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you until I fucking own you. I’m going to mark you and make you mine.” Steve bit Matt’s earlobe and Matt hissed. Steve’s chest pressed against his back and every time Matt breathed in he could feel more of Steve’s body heat absorb into his own skin. “What do you say, Matty?”
“Green. Please, Sir. Green. Fuck. Please.”
“Oh, Matty.” Steve growled. “You have no idea.”
Chapter Six
Steve
Oh, holy fuck. This exceeded any of Steve’s ten million fantasies. Matty, his precious, sweet Matty, on his knees with his red, swollen lips. Steve would never forget how beautiful he looked with his ruined hair from Steve’s fingers tugging at it. His slender wrists pinned beneath Steve’s powerful hands. There wasn’t a part of Matty that wasn’t perfection. Hearing him beg nearly made Steve come undone. Never in his wildest dreams did Steve imagine that his sweet Matty would want this.
“Don’t move your arm. You keep it right there.” Steve let one of Matt’s wrists go. It pleased him when Matt’s arm didn’t move. Steve nipped at the delicate flesh below Matt’s ear as a reward. Steve didn’t do tender. He didn’t do soft and sweet and gentle, never had. He bit Matt again, then licked the bloom of red that appeared afterward. Beneath him, Matt keened. Steve ground his thigh up further as his now free hand reached around Matt’s front. Matt shuddered when Steve’s fingers grazed over his hip down the path to his cock.
Fuck, it was too good to be true, Steve thought as he wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock. Any minute now, Steve would bite down, or manhandle Matt, and Matt’s fight-or-flight instinct would kick in all of this would be over. Steve gave Matt’s cock a rough pump. Matt groaned and pressed his ass into Steve. Holy fuck, there was no way this could end. Not now. Maybe not ever. Christ, he’d spent so much time wanting Matt. He was serious when he said that Matt would be his if they did this. Maybe Matt hadn’t believed him, but that conversation could come after.
Steve let go of Matt’s other wrist. He slid his hand down Matt’s rib cage, then across his chest and up to his throat. Matt’s breath caught, and Steve grinned against Matt’s flushed skin.
“You like that, don’t you?” Steve s
aid. “My hands on your cock and your throat.” Steve scraped his teeth across Matt’s naked shoulder. “My teeth on your skin. You like it, don’t you?”
“Ung. Yes. Fuck. Yes. I like it.” Matt bucked his hips and ground his ass into Steve again. “Fuck. So much.”
“You’re wearing my marks, Matty.” Steve licked at a particularly angry looking patch of red. “You’re mine now.” Steve let Matt continue to grind his ass into him as he pumped Matt’s cock. He loved Matt’s wild desperation. He knew if he told Matt to stay still that he would. He’d nearly come undone when Matty knelt on the floor and let Steve fuck his face. Fuck, it had been glorious.
Matt stayed plastered between Steve and the wall. Every time Steve stroked Matt’s cock, Matt whined or groaned, and his ass pressed into Steve. Steve bit Matt’s neck and his shoulder until Matt ground against him with desperate need. Matt’s breath came in ragged gasps. He thrust into Steve’s hand, then ground his ass into Steve.
“I want to fuck you so goddamned bad I can’t see straight.” Steve admitted. “I want to pin you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
“Do it. Fuck, Sir. Do it.”
Steve mouthed the shell of Matt’s ear. “Oh, Matty.” He sighed. “How’d I get so fucking lucky? You’re so fucking perfect. So fucking dirty, aren’t you?” Steve let go of Matt’s cock and gripped his hip. He kept Matt pressed against him.
“Only for you. I’m only dirty for you.”
Steve spun Matt around. “Grab the back of the couch. Stick your ass out. Spread your feet apart.”
Matt followed Steve’s directions with a near frantic obedience. Steve snatched his wallet out of his back pocket, removed the condom and tossed the wallet aside. For the hell of it, and because it was so perfect, so round, and so right fucking there, he raised his hand and brought it down hard on the right cheek of Matt’s ass.
Matt hissed, and his hips bucked. “Fuck.” His head dropped down. “So good.”
Well, hell. Steve, as carefully as he could manage, tore the condom out of the wrapper. He rolled it down his aching cock, then gave Matt a matching hand print on the other cheek of his ass. God, he had to be dreaming. This couldn’t be real. The way Matty’s pale skin flushed red with Steve’s marks on his ass. The beautiful sounds he made as he willingly submitted. Matt trusted him, Steve realized as he smoothed a hand over Matt’s reddened ass and up his spine. Matt arched into his touch, chasing the contact. Matty fucking trusted him.
Steve stepped in behind Matt and ground his dick against Matt’s ass. His fingers wrapped around Matt’s hips and he pinned him in place. “I bet you’re pretty fucking tight, Matty. I should take my time and work you open. Stretch your pretty little hole for me. Think you can get ready in sixty seconds?”
“What?” Matty lifted his head and peered over his shoulder at Steve. “Sir?”
“You’re going to count backwards from sixty. When you get to zero, I’m going to fuck you.” Steve swatted Matt’s ass one more time for fun. Matt’s eyes widened, and he bit his lip, his brows drew together. “Fuck, you like that, Matty. Jesus fuck. Start counting, Matty and you better hope you’re ready for me.”
Steve sank to his knees.
“Six—ty.” Matt stuttered the word out as Steve mercilessly attacked Matt’s hole with his tongue. Fuck, it’d been forever since he went down on a guy. This sounded more fun than running to his room for lube. He spread Matt’s cheeks with his hands. He sucked, licked, ate, moaned as Matt writhed on his face. His countdown steady, but breathless. Steve felt Matt’s need vibrate through him.
“Thirty. Twenty-nine.”
Steve slicked a finger and plunged it in. Fuck. Matt was so tight, he would feel amazing impaled on Steve’s cock. At twenty, Steve inserted a second finger and stroked deep inside, scissoring, stretching. Matt hissed a couple of times during his count, but he didn’t safe word. At ten, Matt started rocking back, trying to fuck himself on Steve’s fingers. At five, Steve pulled his fingers out of Matt’s pretty little hole and added as much spit as he could.
At three, Steve stood.
At zero, he lined his cock up with Matt’s glistening pucker and slid inside. Matt arched his spine and threw his head back. His hands tightened on the back of the couch. Steve held back and let Matt take over and sink down onto Steve’s cock at his own pace. Steve had no desire to hurt Matt. It took a minute or two until he was fully seated. His fingers gripped Matt’s hips even tighter.
“Fuck. You’re fucking tight. You ready for me, Matty?”
Matt’s head lolled forward. He stayed perfectly still and took a deep breath. “I need it. Fuck. I need you.”
Steve’s tightly reined control snapped. He drew back, feeling the slide of his cock in Matt’s ass was the single most amazing feeling ever. He thrust back inside. Hard. Fast. The friction made Matt hiss and for a moment Steve worried that he’d hurt him.
Then Matt threw his head back. “Oh fuck, yes.”
And Steve slammed into him again.
This. Was. Everything. The way Matt melted into him and let him take over completely. He his pale skin wore Steve’s marks so well that he nearly came undone simply by looking at the blooms of red down Matt’s neck. He stared at Matt’s round ass, two matching hand prints marked Steve’s territory. He bottomed out inside Matt, but he wasn’t close enough. He needed to hold Matt. To touch him. He leaned forward. He released one of Matt’s hips. His hand slid up Matt’s body, and he grabbed Matt’s shoulder. Matt arched his back and pressed himself against Steve, seeking the same sort of contact that Steve himself craved.
“Oh my god. So good. Steve. Sir. Fuck.” Matt babbled as he let Steve fuck him. His words, his voice, the need, the thick desire that dripped off his words. It was too much and not enough.
Steve wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock. He bit into Matt’s shoulder. The arm around Matt’s chest tightened and he pinned Matt against him as his hips thrust. Harder. Faster. Steve slicked his tongue over the spot he bit, then bit it again. Matt babbled incoherently as Steve marked him.
When Steve saw the patch of blotchy red and purple, his balls tightened. He wrapped his hand around Matt’s cock as his own release approached like a runaway train. “Come, Matty. Fuck. Fuck. Come. Yes. Matty.”
Steve pinned Matty against him. His hips thrust deep insides Matt, spilling into the condom as he did his best to catch all of Matt’s cum in his hand. Steve held him until they both stopped writhing. Then he brought his hand up to his mouth and licked Matt’s cum out of the palm of his hand.
“Fuck. You taste as good as you feel.” Steve used his other hand and turned Matt’s head so he could kiss him. He wanted Matt to taste himself on Steve’s tongue. The thought of it was enough to make Steve’s dick want to twitch with renewed interest, but even if it did, Matt was trembling. Steve ended the kiss and eased out of Matt. He pulled Matt against him, cradled him in his arms and took his weight. He turned Matt to face him. Matt slid his arms around Steve’s waist and buried his face in the crook of Steve’s neck.
“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Steve asked as he rubbed Matt’s back.
“So good. Fuck. Steve. Everything. God.” Matt’s disjointed babble prompted Steve to press a kiss to the side of Matt’s head. His next words nearly floored Steve. “Yours. I’m yours.”
He grinned and held Matt tighter. “That’s right, Matty. You’re mine, now.” He held Matt for another minute or two while they caught their breath. He steered Matt to the couch and sat him down. Steve pulled the condom off and tied the end.
Matt looked up at him and blinked. “You’re still wearing pants.” He fell against the back of the couch and closed his eyes. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“I’ll be right back.” Steve said, then went to dispose of the condom. He tucked himself back into his pants then went to the kitchen and filled two glasses with cold water. By the time he got back to the living room, he saw Matt curled up on the couch, fast asleep. His neck was r
ed and ruined. He looked amazing, beautiful, covered in Steve’s marks.
He’d started this expecting Matt to run. Steve knew he could be overwhelming. He set the water down and covered Matt with the afghan. Steve’s heart still raced, and he sat down in the recliner to watch Matt sleep. Matt didn’t run. When Steve shoved him to his knees, he stayed. When he said no hands, Matty parted those luscious lips and let Steve fuck his face. Not once did he flinch. Not once, through it all, did he tense up. The more Steve dished out, the needier Matty got. Fuck, he was perfect.
Steve rubbed the thin layer of peach fuzz on the top of his head before linking his fingers behind his skull. After two years of lusting, he’d finally had him. He took him. Fucked him. Marked him. Matty belonged to him and he wasn’t going to let him go, not if he could help it.
After a few minutes, Matt stirred and blinked blearily at Steve. His blue eyes sparkled, and he grinned at Steve. “How does my neck look?”
“Like you’re mine.” Steve said.
Matt closed his eyes. “Am I? Am I really…or was this…” His voice trailed off. Steve didn’t like how uncertain Matt suddenly was.
“You’re mine for as long as you want me, Matty. I wasn’t kidding. Not even a little. You’re wearing my marks on your skin. Your ass is mine, now.”
Matt exhaled, and his eyes popped open. Relief softened his features. “Thank fuck.”
“You like the idea of being mine?” Steve raised an eyebrow. He had to admit, that even though Matt seemed sincere, he was afraid to get his hopes up. Even though Matt liked the idea of being Steve’s, that didn’t mean that he would necessarily embrace the reality.
Matt sat up and wrapped the afghan around his shoulders. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted. God, Steve. Look at you. You’re easily the hottest guy I’ve ever met, and you’re so fucking in control all the time. You always know the right thing to do and to say. I loved working for you because you were always so…so bossy, so commanding. I always knew what to do, what to expect. More than anything I wanted to be yours.” Matt’s cheeks flushed, and he looked down.
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