Luke licked his lips. “And what if I don’t?”
“You’ll go to your room, and I’ll find a nice, willing woman to take your place,” Roman said, shrugging and pulling his zipper down. “No difference for me.” It was a lie. He didn’t want a hole to fuck. He wanted to fuck this boy, feel him come apart under him, on his cock.
A beat passed, then another.
When Luke reached for the lube, Roman’s body tensed, blood rushing to his cock. He tore his eyes away and resumed undressing, keeping his movements unhurried. It wouldn’t do to show impatience. He’d made enough mistakes already. Fucking Whitford’s son this evening hadn’t been in his plans. Fucking him hadn’t been in his plans, full stop.
Only once he was completely naked, he put on a condom and allowed himself to look back at Luke.
Shit.
Luke’s shirt had ridden up to his chest, revealing the creamy skin of his stomach, his hard cock, his shapely, strong thighs, and slim, toned legs that were surprisingly long despite his average height. His pink hole was glistening with lube, taking three fingers easily. He was a sight to behold: all flushed and pretty, an innocent angel and a whore.
Dark, glazed eyes met his. Luke bit his bottom lip and started moving his fingers harder and deeper, looking at Roman from under his eyelashes and panting.
“Stop,” Roman said, lubing himself up. His balls were aching already, sweat beading on his brow. “Fingers out.”
Luke pulled out his fingers and sighed, squirming, his hole pulsing around nothing. He stared at Roman’s thick erection with what could only be described as hunger, his pupils blown.
“Shirt off. On your hands and knees,” Roman said, squeezing the base of his cock. It wasn’t really what he wanted. He wanted to fuck the boy on his back, holding his wrists down and kissing his pretty mouth. He wanted to watch his every reaction and see his face when he came. That was why he wouldn’t do it. The less personal it was, the better.
Luke got on all fours and arched his bare back, his perky ass up in the air. Fucking hell.
Roman knelt behind him and gripped his hips, watching the milky skin redden under his fingers. He could still stop. He was about to fuck a man. He was about to stick his cock in another man’s asshole.
He didn’t want to stop.
“This is a terrible idea,” Luke whispered, his voice catching.
“It is,” Roman agreed before slowly pushing his cock in.
They both grunted, Roman gritting his teeth as incredible tightness enveloped his cock. The urge to move, the urge to take was irresistible.
He didn’t move. He stayed still, sweat dripping down his forehead.
Luke whined, sounding dazed already. “Move,” he whispered, squirming. “Please.”
“No,” Roman said. “If you want to be fucked, you’ll have to work for it.”
“I don’t understand,” Luke said, sounding frustrated as he shifted his hips impatiently.
Roman chuckled hoarsely and pulled out until only the tip remained inside, his eyes locked on where their bodies were connected. His cock looked obscenely huge and red between the boy’s pale cheeks. “Fuck yourself on my cock, kotyonok. Take what you need.”
Luke made a small sound. He braced himself on the pillow, sucking in breaths, and then slammed his hips back.
Roman hissed but remained still, watching Luke fuck himself the way he liked it. He didn’t angle his hips at all, leaving it up to Luke to twist and squirm in order to hit his sweet spot. Soon, Luke was impaling himself on his cock with feverish intensity, setting a brutal rhythm for them that sent the headboard knocking against the wall as he rocked back onto Roman’s cock over and over, panting and whimpering a little.
Roman gritted his teeth. He could see that the boy was getting tired, his breathing becoming harsher, his arms and thighs shaking with exertion. It took all his self-control not to thrust his hips, deeper into the tight heat.
“Please,” Luke said, nearly sobbing as his arms gave out. “Please.”
Roman leaned down, so that his chest was pressing against Luke’s back, so that he was completely covering him, and then he snapped his hips forward. Luke let out a happy sound and relaxed as Roman took charge, pounding into him and grinding him into the mattress with every thrust.
“Oh God.” Luke wasn’t very loud, but he let out a nearly constant string of moans as Roman rocked his hips into him mercilessly, loving the view of his cock disappearing into Luke’s stretched hole.
“Enjoying yourself?” Roman grunted, mouthing the back of the boy’s neck. He liked how small Luke was, his body easily accessible everywhere. “Look at you, getting fucked by a man who kidnapped you, and enjoying it.” He bit the boy’s earlobe. “Such a slutty little thing. Isn’t that right, suchka?” He dragged his cock out and slammed back in.