72: Raw

Content Warning: This chapter includes unsafe BDSM practices that should not be replicated in any way. NSFW 18+

“Here?” Stephen’s voice was low and husky in Inho’s ear, holding all the desperation of love masquerading as lust. They were in the back seat of the car, pressed together, their urgent hands and mouths busy already.

“Here,” Inho confirmed, already unbuckling his jeans. He needed this so much – the skin to skin connection and the intoxicating delirium of pure sensation. Inho felt himself on the edge of a void he didn’t want to understand, and he couldn’t face it sober. Overwhelmed by fear and longing, he shuddered with the keen sense of a loss that hadn’t yet happened. It drove him on, and he clutched Stephen’s face against his chest: teeth and tongue on his skin making him cry out. His blood was gasoline, and Stephen’s mouth was a match.

“Wait, I kind of want you to top,” Stephen said, drawing back and gazing up at him with a warm smile.

“Nah,” Inho pulled off one boot then the other, “I’m going to ride you. Move back.”

Stephen shifted obediently until his back rested against the far door, just barely making enough room for Inho to crawl on the seat between his legs. His eyes were fixed adoringly on Inho, who but for his socks, was naked from the waist down. Inho peeled down Stephen’s underwear and without preamble swallowed his cock as far as it would go. He choked, his eyes filling with tears.

“Whoa, slow down. I know you’re in a hurry, but you’ll hurt yoursel–”

Inho emptied his mouth enough to snap, “Shut up,” before bobbing back down. Stephen’s head tipped back in surrender as pleasure distracted him. Inho curved his spine hard, arching his ass in the air for Stephen to notice. He did, and gripped it appreciatively, his fingers quickly finding and teasing the sensitive entrance. Inho moaned around the shaft splitting his jaw, the vibrations bringing a twin sound from Stephen.

Stephen smacked his buttock roughly. Not hard enough. Inho shook it, encouraging another slap. He needed Stephen to be rougher–not like when they’d only played at it before. He didn’t want gentle domination, he wanted it to hurt so he could stop thinking. But, for some reason, those words wouldn’t come out. He was so tired of talking, tired of Stephen’s voice and his perfect pretty lies.

He shifted and climbed into Stephen’s lap, arm behind his own back, gripping Stephen’s cock, rubbing it against his hole.

“Inho, wait,” Stephen’s voice was thick with desire, “We have to loosen you up.”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine, you’ll get hurt.”

Inho lifted away sliding his own fingers inside to prove his point. He looked down, turning a hot flat stare on Stephen’s face.

“I’m loose already, I played with my ass today. While I was masturbating. I put a toy in, and I imagined it was you.”

Stephen’s eyes widened, “Well…” he licked his lips and conceded, “At least let’s use a condom and lube.”

“I don’t need it.”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Stephen said forcefully, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face, “There’s stuff in the glove compartment.” Inho rolled his eyes and climbed the front of his body over the center console to unlatch the glove compartment. He rummaged for lube, intentionally putting his back-half on display.

Stephen took what was offered and pressed his mouth to Inho’s ass before giving it another hard slap that sent a thrill up Inho’s spine.

Inho’s fumbling hands found a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. In the darkness, his lip curled up in a sneer. Just how many hookups did Stephen go on?

“That’s enough,” He uncapped the lube and spilled it on Stephen’s red pulsing member, noticing with vindictive satisfaction, a little flinch of Stephen’s eyebrow when it splashed on the leather.

He couldn’t help the gasp that escaped him when he pressed down. Despite his words, there was pain and he felt a dizzying rush of heat from it. This was what he was after. He let the weight of his body drive him down, taking it deep. Tears squeezed out, and Stephen tried to stop him from moving further.

“Wait, I–”

Inho slapped him. Full palm hard to the jaw, he saw Stephen blink stars out of his vision and felt a moment of regret.

Before he could apologize, Stephen gripped him roughly by the biceps ,“Alright. Fine, you want rough, I get it.” His voice got deeper, a commanding tone with anger purring through it, “You’re going to regret that slap. You’ve been very bad.”

Stephen fucked him mercilessly, using his arms as leverage to force him harder against his thrusts. Inho sighed, this was almost it, the aggressive piercing of his lower half was nearly enough to drown out other thoughts, “More,” he gasped.

“Beg for it,” Stephen’s hand moved to his shoulder for a better handhold.

Inho met his eyes and guided Stephen’s fist around his throat instead, “Please. Please, fuck me harder. Choke me.”

Worry flitted across Stephen’s face so quickly it might have never been there. He obliged, lightly squeezing the sides of Inho’s throat, wrapping his other arm around Inho’s torso, cautious of his ribs still, to slam him harder against his hips. The wet slap of skin on skin, their ragged breaths, and his own stifled helpless moans filled Inho’s ears, but his chest ached from more than Stephen’s tight hold. He was near climax but it wasn’t working. Inho’s heartbeat pounded in his ears, a thumping litany warning him this might be the last time. He couldn’t clear his head, everything was still there, all the despair, the confusion, the inadequacy, the hurt.

“Harder, please, squeeze harder.” His hand was wrapped around Stephen’s knuckles, squeezing his grip tighter. The pale skin of his throat stood in ridges around the pressure of Stephen’s fingers. This would bruise. The edges of his vision were going black, and the car was suddenly devoid of sound. He was going to pass out; the thought was a relief.

“Inho, it’s too much. I can’t do this.”

Inho came. A hot pulsing jet over Stephen’s bare chest and ripped shirt. Stephen let go of his throat and Inho gulped air helplessly. The euphoria lasted no time at all, and with its passing came a cold swell of nausea. He started to cry, and soon he sat in Stephen’s lap sobbing, tears mingling with cum on Stephen’s taut belly.