𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝟏𝟎: 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒖𝒔?

Ignoring the tremble in Leo's voice, Adrian bit down harder, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of his neck. "Is this what you want?" he demanded, his breath hot and ragged. His hands, which had been gentle and explorative just moments before, now gripped Leo's shoulders with bruising force. "Do you like it when I make it hurt?" Each question was punctuated with a thrust, driving the air from Leo's lungs and leaving him gasping for more. The room was a cocoon of anger and desire, the air thick with the scent of their mingled sweat and the faint metallic tang of blood from where Adrian's teeth had pierced the skin. Leo's eyes fluttered shut, his body responding despite his mind's protests. He could feel Adrian's anger, could taste it in every harsh kiss, in every violent caress. And yet, somewhere beneath the pain, there was a hint of something else-a desperation that spoke of love lost and reclaimed, of a bond that transcended the boundaries of enemies and passion. "Does it feel better when I do it like this?" Adrian snarled, his hips moving with a rhythm that was both punishing and possessive. "Do you prefer me to be the one to leave you bruised?" Each word was a challenge, a declaration of dominance over the man who Leo spent the night with. And with every moan that tore from Leo's throat, it became clear that the line between pain and pleasure had been irrevocably blurred.

"Marcus," Adrian spat the name out like a curse, his rhythm growing more erratic as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of Leo's hips. "Does he do it better?" he sneered, his teeth clenched. "Does he make you scream like this?" Each question was a challenge to the ghost of the man who had claimed Leo's body before him, a brutal reminder of the competition that still raged between them. But Leo was lost in the maelstrom of sensation, the relentless assault on his senses blurring the lines between the two men, until all he could feel was the present-Adrian's anger-infused passion, the punishing force of his body, and the way it filled him to the brink of breaking. He knew he should push Adrian away, tell him no, but instead, he arched his back, inviting more of the biting pain that seemed to fuel his frenzy. "Adrian," he choked out, his voice a plea and a confession. "Only you..." It was all he could manage, all he needed to say, as the two of them hurtled towards the precipice of climax, their bodies a tapestry of anger and desire, forever entwined in a dance of love and spite.

Leo slowly slipped his hand underneath Adrian's shirt, gently tracing the outlines of his muscles underneath, his hand exploring every curve and detail.

The room was a cacophony of heavy breaths and furtive whispers, the air thick with the scent of lust and the lingering stench of jealousy. Marcus's name hung in the air like a specter, a taunt that only served to further ignite the smoldering embers of Adrian's desire. His eyes bore into Leo's, a tempestuous storm of emotions-desire, anger, and possessiveness all vying for dominance. He leaned in, his breath hot and ragged against Leo's ear, and murmured, "Prove it." The words were a dare, a challenge that resonated deep within Leo's soul. He wrapped his legs around Adrian's waist, pulling him closer, the friction of their skin setting his nerves alight. The pain was exquisite, a sweet agony that only served to heighten his pleasure as Adrian's hands moved to his chest, pinching his nipples with a ferocity that bordered on cruelty. Leo gasped, his body responding instinctively, his length swelling with each punishing twist of Adrian's fingers. It was a dance of power and surrender, a silent conversation where the only language spoken was that of raw, unbridled passion. And as the storm within Adrian grew more intense, so too did the need for Leo to show him that he was the only one who could command his body, the only one who could make him feel this way. He knew he should stop, that this wasn't love, but in this moment, lost in the chaos of their tumultuous union, he couldn't find it within himself to care. All that mattered was the sweet oblivion that awaited them both at the zenith of their shared ecstasy.

"Wait Adrian..." Leo managed to say softly in between breaths

"let me go of me please"

Leo's voice was a hoarse whisper, filled with a need that went beyond mere words. He slowly untangled his legs from Adrian's waist, his knees hitting the floor with a gentle thud. Looking up, he met Adrian's eyes, the intensity of his gaze never wavering. With a tremble in his hands, he reached for the hem of Adrian's pants, his fingertips brushing against the firmness beneath. Adrian's eyes widened slightly, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he released his grip, allowing Leo the control he had demanded. Leo took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. He slid the fabric down, revealing Adrian's erection-hard and proud-a testament to the power dynamics at play. He leaned in, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive tip, and whispered, "This is for you." Then, without further ado, he took Adrian into his mouth, the velvety heat of his tongue wrapping around the shaft as he began to suck, eager to prove his dedication, to show that he was Adrian's and Adrian's alone. The room grew quieter, the only sounds the wet smacks of Leo's lips and the harsh intakes of Adrian's breath as he held onto the edge of the bed, his knuckles white with the effort of not pushing Leo's head down further. It was a silent battle of wills, a declaration of loyalty made in the most primal of ways.

𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥...