Christian knew that Sean loved it. He could tell from every sound he made, muffled or choked back or screamed to the ceiling. He could tell it from the way Sean trembled underneath his fingers, the way his muscles jumped underneath his touch completely instinctively and unconsciously. Christian knew how much Sean wanted this and was enjoying it from the way his entrance was clenching around him, dragging him back inside every single time he pulled out, trying to keep him inside as he tried to thrust again. It was so startlingly obvious, and Christian bit down on Sean's lip hard enough to leave a trail of blood between them as he pulled back and shoved his hips hard against the mirror, trapped Sean's cock between the cool surface and his own stomach, and claimed him over and over again.
He wanted Sean to stop thinking about Viggo; to erase every single mark that bastard had made on what was his and to replace them with his own. Christian's teeth were sharp and harsh on Sean's neck, nipping and biting hard against skin, and his nails were scraping their ways up Sean's ribs, creating little pink rivers where the blood had risen to the skin. He stared at it in the mirror. Stared at Sean. Reached up and pulled his head back again, until Sean was leaning fully against him, his ass swallowing Christian's cock entirely- except when Christian shifted backwards and slammed in again.
"Look at yourself," he murmured, and he licked against Sean's ear. Utterly filthy and hot, tasting sweat and smelling shampoo and he scraped his teeth against the shell. His eyes remained on Sean's inside the mirror. "Look at you, Sean. Look at how much you want this. Look at how easily you give in to me. It's not just wanting, is it?" His hand slipped down, curled around the base of Sean's cock. Fingers curled around his balls, cupping them, his nails against his perineum- then he shoved back even as he thrust forward, using that momentum to drive himself even deeper inside.
"You need this. You need someone to fuck you so hard that your mind go blank and you want for nothing else but you come." Christian's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was rough and sharp, each word like a whip against Sean's skin. "You need to be here, looking at yourself like this, your cock hard and balls aching and keeping yourself back from coming. If I ask you what your name is right now, would you remember it, Sean? Do you even know what it is?"
His orgasm slammed into him, almost belated. Like an afterthought, really, and Christian buried his face into Sean's neck as he came into that heat and tightness, his fingers curling against Sean's hip. "Mine," he growled, the words mangled by his own need. He pulled Sean's hair back even further, until his neck was a long curve backwards, exposing his windpipe to the ceiling. To Christian, who licked against it.
"Beg," he commanded, and he was pulling out. Pulling out, and immediately shoving his fingers inside, pressing his come in. In all the way. His fingers scraped lightly against Sean's prostate, feeling the passage around him clench periodically with Sean's urgent need to come. Christian smiled to himself, and his other hand went around Sean's waist, flattening against his stomach- and letting the back of his hand gently brush against the head of Sean's cock with every tiny thrust he made with the fingers inside him.
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He wanted Sean to stop thinking about Viggo; to erase every single mark that bastard had made on what was his and to replace them with his own. Christian's teeth were sharp and harsh on Sean's neck, nipping and biting hard against skin, and his nails were scraping their ways up Sean's ribs, creating little pink rivers where the blood had risen to the skin. He stared at it in the mirror. Stared at Sean. Reached up and pulled his head back again, until Sean was leaning fully against him, his ass swallowing Christian's cock entirely- except when Christian shifted backwards and slammed in again.
"Look at yourself," he murmured, and he licked against Sean's ear. Utterly filthy and hot, tasting sweat and smelling shampoo and he scraped his teeth against the shell. His eyes remained on Sean's inside the mirror. "Look at you, Sean. Look at how much you want this. Look at how easily you give in to me. It's not just wanting, is it?" His hand slipped down, curled around the base of Sean's cock. Fingers curled around his balls, cupping them, his nails against his perineum- then he shoved back even as he thrust forward, using that momentum to drive himself even deeper inside.
"You need this. You need someone to fuck you so hard that your mind go blank and you want for nothing else but you come." Christian's voice was barely above a whisper, but it was rough and sharp, each word like a whip against Sean's skin. "You need to be here, looking at yourself like this, your cock hard and balls aching and keeping yourself back from coming. If I ask you what your name is right now, would you remember it, Sean? Do you even know what it is?"
His orgasm slammed into him, almost belated. Like an afterthought, really, and Christian buried his face into Sean's neck as he came into that heat and tightness, his fingers curling against Sean's hip. "Mine," he growled, the words mangled by his own need. He pulled Sean's hair back even further, until his neck was a long curve backwards, exposing his windpipe to the ceiling. To Christian, who licked against it.
"Beg," he commanded, and he was pulling out. Pulling out, and immediately shoving his fingers inside, pressing his come in. In all the way. His fingers scraped lightly against Sean's prostate, feeling the passage around him clench periodically with Sean's urgent need to come. Christian smiled to himself, and his other hand went around Sean's waist, flattening against his stomach- and letting the back of his hand gently brush against the head of Sean's cock with every tiny thrust he made with the fingers inside him.
"Beg me for the privilege to come."