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Gun stepped out of the prison gates, the heavy metal clanging shut behind him like a final punctuation on years of regret. The air outside felt crisp, almost mocking in its freedom, but his mind was already racing toward one person, Goo. Their history was a tangled mess of violence, loyalty, and something darker, more primal that neither had ever fully admitted. Gun's tattoos itched under his long sleeve shirt, a reminder of the man who'd inked them during wild nights that blurred the line between fight and fuck.
He found Goo waiting in the shadows of a nearby alley, arms crossed, that signature smirk twisted into a scowl. Goo's eyes, usually sharp with mischief, burned with raw fury. “You think you can just waltz back in after leaving me to clean up your shit?” Goo snarled, voice low and venomous. Gun didn't flinch. If anything, the anger in Goo's tone sent a familiar heat pooling in his gut.
Before Gun could respond, Goo's fist connected with his jaw in a sharp crack. Pain exploded across Gun's face, stars bursting behind his eyelids. He staggered back a step, tasting blood, but instead of retaliating, his cock twitched in his pants. The sting radiated down his neck, igniting that twisted spark he'd always chased with Goo. Another hit landed on his chest, Goo's knuckles digging in like he wanted to bruise bone. Gun's breath hitched, heavy and ragged, his eyes glazing over with half-lidded desire. He could feel himself hardening, the bulge pressing insistently against his zipper.
Goo froze mid-swing, his hand hovering. He glanced down, feeling the heat of Gun's erection brush against his thigh as they stood close. Gun's expression, flushed cheeks, parted lips, that mesmerized stare, gave him away completely. The realization hit Goo like gasoline on fire. “You fucking pervert.” Goo hissed, his voice cracking with rage. Tears welled in his eyes, not from sadness but pure, seething anger at how Gun could twist even this into something sexual. He bit down on his lower lip hard, the skin splitting under his teeth, a trickle of blood running down his chin. The metallic tang filled his mouth, grounding him just enough to pull back.
Without another word, Goo grabbed Gun's collar and yanked him forward, dragging him through the streets toward their rundown apartment. Gun followed without resistance, his heart pounding, arousal throbbing with every step. The pain from the hits lingered like a promise, making his submission feel inevitable.
Inside the bedroom, the air was thick with tension. Goo shoved Gun onto the bed, the mattress creaking under his weight. “Strip.” Goo ordered, his voice a whip. Gun obeyed, peeling off his shirt and pants, his cock springing free, already leaking pre-cum at the tip. Goo watched with narrowed eyes, wiping the blood from his lip with the back of his hand. He grabbed a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand, old restraints they'd used in rougher times, and snapped them around Gun's wrists, securing them to the headboard. Gun tested the hold, the metal biting into his skin, and a low groan escaped him.
Goo stripped slowly, deliberately, his own arousal evident in the way his cock stood rigid against his stomach. But he wasn't here to give, he was here to take, to punish. He climbed onto the bed, straddling Gun's hips, his ass hovering just above Gun's throbbing length. “You like this, don't you? Getting your ass handed to you and popping a boner like some pathetic manwhore.” Goo's words dripped with degradation, his tears finally spilling over, streaking his cheeks as he glared down. The anger made him tremble, but it fueled him too.
Gun's eyes were heavy-lidded, locked on Goo's face, mesmerized by the raw emotion. “Goo..” he murmured, voice soft, but Goo slapped a hand over his mouth.
“Shut up. You're not in control here. You never were.” Goo reached down, wrapping his fingers around Gun's cock, stroking roughly once, twice, making Gun buck up involuntarily. Pre-cum slicked Goo's palm, and he used it to lube himself as he positioned Gun's tip at his entrance. Slowly, torturously, Goo sank down, taking every inch until he was fully seated, Gun's cock buried deep in his tight heat.
Gun gasped, the sensation overwhelming, but Goo didn't move. Instead, he leaned forward, grinding in shallow circles that teased without mercy. “Feel that? That's me owning you. After all the bullshit you pulled, you don't deserve to thrust. You don't deserve to cum.” Goo's voice was breathy, laced with hate, but his body betrayed him, clenching around Gun's length.
He started riding then, slow and deliberate, lifting up until just the head was inside before slamming back down. Each drop forced a muffled moan from Gun, his bound hands straining against the cuffs. Goo's tears fell onto Gun's chest, mixing with sweat, as he degraded him further. “Look at you, hard as a rock from a beating. You're nothing but a pain whore, Gun. Bet you jerked off in prison thinking about this.”
Gun's hips jerked up instinctively, chasing the friction, but Goo pinned him down with his thighs, controlling the pace. The edging began subtly, Goo would ride faster, building Gun toward the edge, his own cock leaking onto Gun's stomach, then slow to a crawl just as Gun's breaths turned desperate. “Not yet, you bastard. Beg for it.”
But Gun didn't beg, he submitted, eyes half-closed in bliss, letting Goo use him. Goo shifted, pulling off suddenly, Gun's cock glistening and twitching in the cool air. He slid down the bed, taking Gun's length into his mouth without warning. His lips sealed around the shaft, tongue swirling over the sensitive underside as he sucked hard, hollowing his cheeks. Gun's head thrashed, a whine escaping him as Goo bobbed his head, taking him deep into his throat. The wet sounds filled the room, Goo's saliva dripping down to Gun's balls.
Goo edged him mercilessly, sucking until Gun's thighs trembled, his cock pulsing on the brink, then pulling off with a pop, a string of spit connecting them. “You think you can cum? After abandoning me? Fuck no.” He repeated it, blowjob after blowjob, each one pushing Gun closer to insanity, his body slick with sweat, muscles taut from restraint.
Goo climbed back on, impaling himself again, riding harder now, his ass slapping against Gun's hips. The hate sex vibe hung heavy, every thrust was a punishment, every grind a claim. Goo's hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with his movements, chasing his release while denying Gun's. “You're mine to break.” he growled, tears flowing freely, anger twisting his features.
Gun held out as long as he could, lost in the mesmerized haze, but near the end, something snapped. The submission cracked under the weight of his own emotions, the years apart, the guilt, the love buried under layers of violence. With a surge of strength, he yanked against the cuffs, the metal groaning but not breaking. “Goo, stop..” Gun said, voice firm but laced with sweetness, his eyes clearing. Goo faltered, still riding, but Gun twisted his hips, flipping their positions in one fluid motion despite the restraints.
The cuffs held, but Gun used his legs to pin Goo beneath him, thrusting up sharply. “I'm sorry..” Gun whispered, his tone shifting to caring, gentle even as he drove deeper. “For everything. The prison, leaving you to deal with it all. Forgive me.” He talked through the cracks in Goo's armor, voice steady while his cock pistoned in and out, hitting that spot that made Goo gasp.
Goo's anger fractured, tears turning from rage to something vulnerable. “You asshole! you left- ah.. me..” he choked out, but his body arched, clenching tighter.
“I know. Let me make it right.”.Gun's words were soft, sweet, contrasting the rough fuck. He released the building tension in himself, finally allowing orgasm to crash over him, cum flooding deep inside Goo in hot spurts. The sensation pushed Goo over too, his cock spurting between them, untouched now, as he cried out.
They collapsed, breaths mingling. Gun, still half-restrained, nuzzled Goo's neck. “Hey, come here.” With effort, he worked one hand free, the cuff had loosened in the struggle, and pulled Goo close. He uncuffed the other, rubbing the red marks gently. “You're okay. I've got you.”
Goo resisted at first, sniffling, but melted into the aftercare. Gun fetched a warm cloth from the bathroom, wiping away the sweat, blood, and cum with tender strokes. He massaged Goo's shoulders, kissing the bruises he'd inflicted earlier on himself but now soothing on Goo. “I love you, you know that? Even when you're a mad bastard.” Gun said, tenderly.
Goo huffed, but his eyes softened. “Shut up and hold me.” Gun did, wrapping them in the sheets, his sweetness a balm to the storm they'd weathered. The hate had burned out, leaving something real in its wake.