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[hymen]

[ the clench and flutter of koby around his dick pulls a groan from deep within him, not bothering to wait until the end of his orgasm before he's fucking his tender, pulsing cunt again, dropping into the curve of his throat while koby's fingers curl in a gentle caress at the nape of his neck. out of everything — his nakedness, the damp slickness of his skin, the wet heat of his cunt and his mouth — it's this that pushes embry to the tipping point. his soft touch, his gentle hold, clutching him like he wants embry to stay. like it matters that he's here, instead of it being neither here nor there if ash's vile little brother sticks around or not.

he draws in a sharp breath, pleasure puncturing him with all the force of a steel arrow. he doesn’t think, this time, about pulling out. he’s buried so fucking deep that the thought of going anywhere feels appalling, feels like a crime. would qualify as fucking abandonment when this cunt is his and so is the body attached to it. with a rough grunt, his orgasm rushes over him, ten times sweeter with his dick sheathed inside of koby. his lips mark already reddened skin, a perverse satisfaction filling him at the thought of his bruises, his teeth marks, his fingerprints all over koby’s lithe body. plenty of time for that. ]

You’re with me. [ a ragged growl, as he lifts just enough for his dick to slip out, his hand sliding down to crudely trace his fingers along his soaked cunt, pushing inside with one to feel his own wetness leaking out of him. ] If I ever see you looking at Ash, if you ever fucking touch him again — [ he presses his glistening fingers to koby’s mouth. ] They’ll find you in the bathroom with your wrists slit and no one will bat a fucking eye.

[ for a tense moment, he doesn’t move, his threat whirring through his head. his spent dick gives a sudden throb, his fingers curling in koby’s mouth to hook him like a fish, pulling him in as embry sinks back onto the pillows. tucking koby at his side, he grips one of koby’s legs, smoothly sliding his dick inside of him once more. ]

I only want you to look at me. [ he settles in, relaxing, his fingers running once through koby’s damp hair. his mouth curves slyly, almost sweetly. ] I’ll take you shopping once my cock is warm and your cunt is so sore that even my tongue will hurt.

[kobes]

[almost shameful, that little touch, the way a couple sooty curls twine around koby's fingers and make him press his lips together hard, ride out the flinch towards smiling, towards being fucking stupid. embry threatens his life and fingers his cunt and both make koby squirm, twitch, a reflex of emptiness -- not that he doubts the threat, no, he's got bruises in the shape of how serious embry is about it, he's gonna feel them when he moves for days.

but it's no big threat when it's as constant as the threat of rain. alvida liked a cinderblock and the deepest parts of bahamas-clear water, liked describing it when koby was sixteen and fifteen and younger, making her money for her on his knees. at least embry'd let him be found.]

Down the road, not across, remember. [murmured, hitchy-breathed, hand shivery where it settles on embry's chest once koby's settled back on his dick. he drums his fingers, thoughtfully, scrunches his nose, looks up through his eyelashes.] Shopping?

[and it lilts a little at the end with that secret shameful hope, then and once embry's finished in koby one more time, nudged him towards the shower to get off the mess, even if that alone can't banish the throb of a well-used cunt. like pressing a familiar bruise, koby presses his knees together and looks out the window with straight-spined curiosity, shifting his hips and glancing over at embry periodically.]

Shopping where? [a reiterated question, no satisfactory answer yet --] "You'll see" doesn't count.