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ahhh..
Kenny gently tangles his fingers in the noirette's hair. His mind absent from what was currently unfolding before, or rather, below him.
"Tell me what's on your mind, kid." Kenny lowly said as he flicks cigarette ashes to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he could see blood seeping into the room.
Gently, little embers peel off from the butt end of his cigarette. They fell and died just as soon as they were lit. An ominous reminder of what he'd do right after he was done with the whole gruesome scene.
So how could this very attractive, very innocent bystander and key witness to his murder be undeterred to even run away at all.
"Mngh sheesy nnah (I'm busy now)," he could very barely hear as the kid licks a long and wet stripe on Kenny's dick. Those eyes were half-closed and glossy. The kid expertly pumped the lower base of his cock and sucked on the tip, leaving an obvious wet trail from Kenny's cock from his mouth.
"I just want you to fuck me hard."
Kenny's eyebrow twitched briefly, he leaned forward to the smiling male, staring deeply into the other's eyes. One of the most bluest of blues he'd ever seen. A sight for sore eyes indeed.
He chuckles once. Oh, but Kenny wasn't smiling.
The blonde murderer's blood-stained coat flew behind him from a quick motion of action, his free hand digging deeply into soft, white skin. His palms felt the kid's Adam-apple bobbing helplessly, a sick satisfaction from hearing the kid gasp in pain made him strengthen the grip and want to crush the fragile organ. Kenny deeply inhaled from his cigarette before crushing it on the cemented wall.
Sad the kid had to die before he had some fun from it. However... Nobody ever told him he could stop anytime soon.
Hands smaller than his kept trying to pry at the grip, blunt nails had scratched the surface of his skin. The younger male didn't thrash so much, but his eyes were beginning to roll up from the pressure of his hand. Kenny found this amusing.
He kept this up for a few seconds before the kid could pass out; just letting go before the choked male became another addition to his murder sprees. The noirette coughed and braced himself by the ends of the bed just beside Kenny.
"Y'know... I only said that just so you could leave me alone after you were satisfied." The kid rasps, his voice hoarse from the sudden assault. "Knew you were fucked up enough to do so since you just killed the person who was originally supposed to rape me.”
"Careful what you wish for."
The kid was still kneeling on the carpeted floor as he lies his head on crossed arms on the bed. His eyes had become a bit red, his mouth probably still sore from the blowjob, there are visible hand prints on his neck.
Oddly so, the kid stayed. Kenny was well known around town to be merciless and cold, and anyone in their damn right mind would be terrified. All of his victims were always a pathetic show of tears and snots. Kenny made it a point for them to be scared of him out their wits end.
This fucking kid is laughing.
"I could kill you right now, but you're interesting, kid.”
"It's Stan."
Kenny gave Stan an apprehensive look. One that meant he did not need to know that- And that Stan was on thin fucking ice.
"It's my name. You might get used to it. Who knows, we could develop a deep connection and knowing my name would end up you not killing me."
"Well, Stan,” Kenny ran a finger up the noirette’s nape, a slight shiver felt from the younger male. " How old are you, exactly? "
"Mmm... Does it matter?" Stan hummed. "I'll be turning 18 in a few months. I thought serial murderers don't care for this sort of small talk. "
"Oh, trust me I hate that." A lie. Kenny found himself wanting to know more about the boy. But he wasn't much a man of sentiment, he had more pressing issues at hand. “Get up. "
Stan's full height was just a few hair taller than him, and Kenny was still sitting down, “I'm going to take my time with you. Take your pants off. Oh, make it a show for me, sugar. “Kenny gave a wink. His face was still stoic as he observed the noirette.
Stan's movements were slow and sensual. He gripped the elastic bands of his pyjama bottoms and pushed it down, making a huge exaggerated gesture of bending forward as he lifts his legs to get out of the article of clothing.
"Your next pick." Stan softly spoke, peeking at Kenny from his lashes.
Taking the cue, Kenny grunted and patted his lap. "Come here, angel. Come to Kenny. Would ya?
Taking a step forward, Stan slipped closer to the dangerous man. It didn't make him scared. But his heartbeat was picking up pace.
Now that Kenny was sitting up properly, he was still clearly taller than Stan. He let his hands wander from the smooth thighs to the back of Stan's ass. Feeling entranced by the lumps of flesh getting pulled and kneaded.
"Where's the lube at?" Kenny breathed.
"It's... Under that pillow." Stan sighed, hunching his body over Kenny's.
"Nnn...” Kenny's touches was making himself riled up too, the rough hands reaching unto his delicate and sensitive skin was very stimulating. Without realising it, Stan had liked Kenny's touches so much he had straddled the man. He could feel something poking him from behind, but he didn't care. He desperately needed this - as fucked up as his situation sounds.
"That's it baby. Just melt yourself into me. You like that, don't you?" Kenny was just saying sweet nothings into Stan's ear. After he had opened the pyjama shirt buttons, Kenny licked and bit Stan's collarbones, making him cry out in pain.
"That hurts!” Stan sniffed. Tears gathering at the rim of his eyes, threatening to drop at any time.
Those words gave a jump to his dick. Kenny was encouraged to inflict more pain on Stan to get more than just one reaction.
He bit on one nipple and twisted the other using his free hand, finding extreme pleasure at how easily Stan's body had reacted to it. Stan's pretty little "no’s" and "stop it" was the complete opposite of what was happening. He had arched his body and pushed his chest out for more, making Kenny want to lick the abused nipples and make a mess more out of Stan as his other hand reached for the lube.
Small and trembling hands held unto his coat, pulling the expensive and vintage leather till they stretched. "A-Anything but my ch-chest," Kenny saw Stan spoke when the younger male clearly had such a painful erection.
"I don't want to come too soon.” This statement had surprised Kenny. What a bold kid. That mouth of his was going to land him in trouble someday.
"I ain't a saint, kid," Kenny growled. He made it into a point when he pushed Stan off him and immediately pinned him on the bed, his left hand trapped the boy's arms above his head, leaving no room for escape.
Kenny used his free hand to rub on the areola of Stan's chest, automatically making the teen's body arch and tremble under his touch. Stan cried out because it was equally as painful as it was pleasurable. Right after that, Kenny would lean downwards to suck and bite on the sensitive nubs, making Stan's body shiver from head to toe.
"Noo!-- ah!" the noirette had cried out more. Tears were spilling, Stan was starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming. "Stop! Stop! Ah! P-please-"
The pressure was building up. Stan's body writhed uncontrollably from the stimulation. Kenny dug his free hand roughly into the soft part of Stan's hip to keep the boy still, bruising the patch of skin from the intensity of his hold.
When Kenny looked up, the first thing that caught his attention was how flushed Stan's face was. The teen had his eyes screwed shut, but his mouth was slightly open with a bit of drool dripping by the corner. Several strands of his jet black hair had stuck to his face, framing his face in a way that made him look angelic... which was a huge bastardization of such a position they were in now.
It was obvious at first glance that Stan was no more than an amateur. He was just a very good actor.
Kenny felt the tremble of Stan's significantly smaller frame; he was mesmerized by the way his collarbones would pop out or how erotic it was to for him to watch the boy's chest rise and fall through each breath. He wanted to see more. Needed it.
Stan slowly opened one eye and peeked through his lashes, feeling quite trapped by Kenny’s piercing gaze. He couldn't think of a single reason why he shouldn't be not dead by now. He knew Kenny had a reputation, but it seemed like Kenny looked at him more as dinner; he's just waiting to be devoured by the immortal kingpin.
Stan gasped as he felt something cold and slippery at his hole. There was a strange pain that later came when a slicked up finger entered him. It felt foreign and unexpected. He was used to hearing how rape wouldn't involve preparing the other person.
So, to the best of his ability to prepare himself earlier, Stan didn't anticipate how a difference in finger sizes would create a whole new experience for him.
Just as he was getting used to one finger, another finger added in had Stan groaning from the fullness of it. How the insides of him was invaded, it made his body heat up so much even though he was drenched from head to toe in cold sweat.
Kenny was quiet when he worked on Stan. Letting go of both his hands, he had set on using his free hand to better angle Stan's body.
From the new angle, Kenny's fingers were able to brush across a bundle of sensitive nerves that caused Stan to arch his back, grip tight on the sheet and drag his toes on the duvet.
"--Ahh!" Stan's eyes opened wide for a brief second and tears immediately reached the brink and poured down from his cheeks. He saw stars and his vision became hazy. Did he come or--?
Yes, he did.
Stan took a few deep breaths and felt cold liquid covering the surface of his stomach up to his chest. There were still fingers up his ass, but they were moving slowly and gently. As if the person was petting their own lover.
"Well, Well, I've never seen someone cum from only getting finger fucked in the ass." Kenny spoke, his tone was mirthful, and downright intrigued. "You've never had sex before. Isn't that right, kid?"
Breathless from his orgasm, Stan shook his head, finding that words would fail him even if he tried. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room, Kenny's fingers swirled around his hole, making his erection stir back up again.
Kenny slid his free hand up to tease Stan's chest again, greedily drinking in the youth's gasps and whimpers. His cock was getting harder from the noise alone, the strain in his pants was becoming more difficult to ignore.
Deft hands unbuckled his pants and soon his cock sprang out. Stan's breath stopped at the sight of the size- no way this is going to fit!
His gaze flitted up and Stan could clearly see Kenny smirking down at him as he licked his lips. Large fingers scissored in him, making the young boy cry as he was stretched out.
Kenny's eyes glinted as he took his fingers out, admiring the now pulsating pink hole. All for him.
"Now, now. Be a good boy and take it." Kenny's voice was gruff as he lined up his cock to Stan's hole, whistling lowly as he pushed in, feeling those warm walls enclosing him and sucking him in.
"Shit, you're so tight," Kenny groaned out, pressing his hips closer, making Stan see stars in his vision. "Heh, that's a good face you're making now"
Stan tried his best to take deep breaths but Kenny was an overwhelming size for him to take in. The boy could do nothing but huff and gasp as each inch filled inside him, and Kenny wasn't even moving much yet. Oh god. Oh god. It's so fucking huge. Im going to die!- was what went through his mind.
Stan would soon begin to cease his thoughts because Kenny decided that he had had enough of pushing and set a brutal pace that would make Stan's eyes roll up from pleasure. Sharp stings ebbed to electric pleasure and it was driving Stan insane.
"Mmmnn..! M-Mister!" Kenny was hitting deep at the spot that felt like electricity was shocking him all over. The slaps of skin against skin sounded so dirty as it resounded in the room. Stan felt like his air was taken away from him as he clung tightly onto the man, "Wait! I'm-!"
But before he could finish that sentence, Stan's voice rose higher in pitch as he chased his nth orgasm, his vision turned completely blurry. He could distinctly feel a wetness on his belly, cum dripping down his half-hard dick.The push and pull of Kenny's cock was making his head turn to mush. Making all of Stan's words incoherent whenever he tried to speak.
Kenny grabbed a hold of Stan's cheek and kissed it, the bed continuously rocking from their fucking. Stan just looked so cute all fucked out of his mind, that Kenny couldn't resist wanting to make more of a mess out of the boy.
"Ah, fuck. You're so fucking tight, angel." Kenny grunted, feeling his orgasm coming close as well. His thrusts were becoming more erratic by the second. Soon, he gave a few hard thrusts deep into Stan's hole and filled his insides with jets of thick cum.
Stan sobbed as he came again, both the hard thrusts and stimulation of him being sensitive from coming earlier was turning him into a mess. Drool was dripping down from his mouth to his chin, snot also mixed in as well. He could still feel Kenny's cock inside him as the man's large manhood twitched and pulsed.
Breathing hard, Stan laid there quietly as he felt cum spill out of him. His face was flushed as red as a rose and his eyes glassy from the aftermath. Fascinated by the sight, Kenny used a thumb to stroke the rim of his ass and pull the skin there. With his cock still in Stan, the reddened skin looked incredibly erotic paired with the boy's face.
Kenny dipped down to kiss the boy from his navel up to his neck and face, relishing in Stan's adorable whimpers.
"So cute," was all he said as he kissed Stan again, the boy moaning into his mouth. He didn't expect Stan to be such an excellent lay from his incessant mouthing earlier but he proved to be such a treat when in bed. "All mine to see."
Stan shivered as he felt Kenny slowly pull out of him, eyes tearing up as he whimpered from the sensation, leaving his hole a gaping mess.
"We're not done yet, angel."
Kenny was once again hard. He laid beside Stan and propped himself up with an arm and maintained eye contact as he languidly stroked himself. The blonde gestured with a come hither motion, and Stan gingerly crawled on top, cheeks hot as he was made to straddle the mafia lord as Kenny held him by the waist.
"Ride me."
Stan gulped, those course hands were roving up and down his thighs. His head buzzed from the smell of sex. Kenny had one hell of a stamina and now Stan wished more than ever that he hadn't riled up the mafia boss.
Before protests could come out of his mouth, Stan jolted from the cold metal that pressed against his back. A click was heard and he immediately paled in fear. Kenny had an icy look in his eyes, staring intently into Stan's own.
"Don't keep me waiting."
Kenny's warning were not merely words, Stan knew. If he could, the man could absolutely blow his brains out and that was not an exaggeration.
Kenny revelled when Stan trembled under his sharp gaze and authority. Still, the boy lifted his hips and tried his best to line the tip of the hard cock inside him. Kenny leaned forward to bite Stan's ear, eliciting a gasp from the boy, "That's it. That's a good boy."
Wincing from the searing pain of Kenny's girth, Stan's entire body shook like a leaf as he slowly lowered himself, unconsciously wrapping an arm around the blonde's neck. Each second of the thick cock slipping inside was making Stan's body heat up. Try as he may to suppress it, moans kept escaping his lips and Stan hated that it felt so good.
Upon seeing Stan in that state made Kenny growl possessively, the tight heat felt like heaven had touched him. Teary eyes looked at him from below those eyelashes. That pitiful look sent a jolt to Kenny's cock. In one sudden movement, he began to thrust upwards, hitting the spot that wrenched screams out of the boy.
Stan saw stars.
The blonde slammed his hips up relentlessly, each thrust reaching in deeper than before. The boy clung onto Kenny for dear life, choked moans escaped his throat from the unforgiving speed of Kenny's pounding.
"Hah! Ngh! Ah- Ah- Ah!" Tears streamed down Stan's face. If he could, Stan's eyes would turn into hearts as he desperately chases the heat. His stomach felt so full from it all, he could distinctly feel the outline of the man's cock rubbing on his tummy. Kenny had his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on reaching the one place that made Stan scream over and over again. Each time he did, the boy would squeeze down below, making Kenny want to abuse the small hole as much as possible.
"Not so much for talking now, Stan?" Kenny lowly whispered.
"Mnn-! Hah-" Stan's eye were beginning to roll to the back of his head, tongue lolling out. His toes were curling from pleasure and his speech slurred from his incessant moans. Stan couldn't help but also rock in time with Kenny's thrusts as well.
Suddenly, a loud ringing noise was heard from Kenny's breast shirt pocket. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Kenny held a finger to his lips. Stan immediately nodded in a dazed state, sighing silently out of relief. Finally, a break!
"Mngh?!-" Stan slapped both hands over his mouth. Kenny had began to grind his cock into Stan's prostate, making it near impossible for the boy to keep his voice from leaking out.
Kenny looked unfazed as he talked, his voice steady throughout the conversation. Stan saw stars as Kenny pushed his hips downwards, breathing heavily from behind the palms of his hands.The man flitted his gaze towards Stan and raised both eyebrows slightly in delight from the view.
Stan looked completely out of it as his eyes glazed over from being fucked stupid. The hands over his mouth were tightly clasped together, and this made Kenny want to try gagging Stan for next time.
He'd look so good. All pretty and blindfolded as he's begging for release, choking from the gag.
The man procured another cigarette from his other pocket, he pried those hands away from his face and mouthed "Hold still," as he stuck it between Stan's lips. The lighter flicked open as he lit the cigarette, mesmerized by the swollen pouty lips that held them.
"-I'll be there. Don't call again," Kenny closed his phone and threw it across the floor, the phone hitting with a soft thud on the carpet.
He took the lit cigarette back and took a deep puff, hands gripping on the back of Stan's nape, tongue invading the young boy's mouth. He blew smoke into the kiss, the smell of nicotine intoxicating the two of them.
"Stan... Oh, angel," Kenny cooed, kissing his cheek and then kissing the boy deeply. Hearing those moans was like music to his ears. Kenny didn't know that anyone could sound so heavenly like that. Stan, so fucking beautiful. So good. So perfectly made for this wretched devil of a man.
At the same time, Kenny had put the gun back into its holster and used his free hands to hold firmly onto Stan's hips and guide it as he amped up the speed of his thrusts. The boy sobbed from the intensity, his voice began breaking. Kenny was now marking Stan's body using his teeth and lips.
Kenny growled as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. Stan saw white and moaned brokenly as he released, hot cum painting his insides. His toes curled as spurts of his own orgasm came over him.
They both stayed in each other's embrace, Stan's eyes grew heavy. His entire body buzzed and he felt like his legs had turned to jelly.
With Kenny still inside him, the man carefully laid the boy beside him. Kenny felt the aftermath of his orgasm wash over, eyes squinting in the dark. Stan felt so warm and inviting, the boy immediately fell asleep afterwards.
Kenny sighed out and pressed a chaste kiss on Stan's lips before laying down and sleeping beside him. He'd have to get up soon to clear the mess and head back to HQ.
But in the meantime.. Kenny looked down at the peaceful face. A strange fondness for the kid came to mind. He was never one for being affectionate, but he decided that embracing the boy until he woke was what he would do for now.
"Ah, shit."