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No matter how far and how fast Hosea ran he'd never get away. He was addicted. He craved him every moment of everyday but he was a poison. He was the most vicious venom, no snake could come close to comparison.
Their back and forth dance was aggressive, Hosea spun and spun, seeing stars as he hit a wall. There was no time to recover as a hand snaked itself around his stomach, pulling him back and flush with that body Hosea so craved. That body that had been under him, moaning, grabbing and matching Hoseas own movements. A knife bit at his throat, teeth nipped at his neck, Hosea could do nothing but push back into that body.
The world around disappeared as that hand on his stomach slowly started to slide south. Teasing as it went, a grope, a pinch and all Hosea could do was let out a breath he'd been holding. His belt did little to stop the hand as it disappeared into his pants. Hosea heard a laugh in his ear, felt it vibrate on his neck as teeth scraped from his ear to the crook of his neck. A hard bite would leave marks.
Marked as his.
The hand gripped him, quickly stroking him as he became hard. Hosea didn't stand much chance, his own name moaned into his own ear as he pushed back into the hardness behind him. His Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed, the knife pinching and surely leaving a nick on his skin. He didn't care.
Hosea was his.
The end came quicker than either of them expected, Hosea grabbed at the forearm of the man behind him. Nails bit at his skin as Hosea gripped him. There was hardly a build up, Hosea went crashing head first over that edge, his breath coming out in little pants as he tried not to moan to loudly.
Finally the knife at his throat disappeared, a gentle kiss, hardly a kiss at all, was placed on his neck. A tongue flicked out as it carefully lapped at the bite mark left on his skin. At last the man behind him spoke, his voice rough with lust.
"Fuck me tonight..Fuck me so hard I can't walk tomorrow."
"Of course Dutch."