[There was a flash of real concern, of worry, but Steve didn't stop what he was doing. He knew deep down if James wasn't happy, he'd make it known. It was just a little hard sometimes to remember how much the man liked being hurt. He rammed into James again and again, clutching the man as close as he could, driving deep.]
Never . . . never get loose for me. Always so tight. No matter how much I push, you're always . . . mn!
[Speech wasn't much use at that point. Steve sank his teeth into the man's shoulder, barely managing not to break the skin. It was supposed to be gentle, but the instant he heard that rough voice begging for more, he lost all ability to be kind and slow. He wanted the violence, the blood, the pain. He'd learned himself on the island that a certain amount of pain made sex that much better. Biting, scratching, bruises. All of it appealed and he wanted to be marked as much as he wanted to do the marking. It was just a shame nothing stayed on his skin for very long.
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Never . . . never get loose for me. Always so tight. No matter how much I push, you're always . . . mn!
[Speech wasn't much use at that point. Steve sank his teeth into the man's shoulder, barely managing not to break the skin. It was supposed to be gentle, but the instant he heard that rough voice begging for more, he lost all ability to be kind and slow. He wanted the violence, the blood, the pain. He'd learned himself on the island that a certain amount of pain made sex that much better. Biting, scratching, bruises. All of it appealed and he wanted to be marked as much as he wanted to do the marking. It was just a shame nothing stayed on his skin for very long.
Not like James . . .]
Close . . . James . . .