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“I just wanna be your sweetheart…” Bif breathlessly admitted as he gazed at Derby from across the dim room through lidded eyes, his voice a low, vulnerable rumble, his chest heavy with a debilitating ache.
Derby was sat upon a navy velvet chair, the fireplace beside him crackling softly, casting a warm glow upon his stoic features— It made him look so eerie, and with the way his piercing amber eyes stared right back at Bif, his body unnaturally still, he seemed as if he was barely human.
He didn’t say anything, his ominous gaze boring into the tall boxer as if he were peering into his very soul, dissecting every single fiber of his being— His throat bobbed with a deep swallow, his fingers digging into the armrests of the chair, a fire that was just as hot as the one next to him blazing inside his core.
“Fucking come here,” he finally spoke in a low command, though he didn’t sound angry, rather like a man that was attempting to remain composed, one that was trying to retain the poised, unfeeling image of a Harrington, but when it came to that bloody redhead, he always found himself cracking, those sweet emerald orbs of Bif's chipping away at his perfect, pristine exterior.
Bif immediately felt his knees weaken at the command, his heart skipping a beat as he realized Derby wasn’t going to shun him away. He swallowed hard, his mouth unbearably dry, fists clenched tightly at his sides— He stepped away from the door, slowly making his way towards the waiting blonde, the slow, soft, dull clicks of his loafers against the polished floor feeding into the tense atmosphere, making their throats tighten and their lungs work overtime.
Derby remained inhumanly still as he watched Bif approach, his intimidating eyes following his large frame— Bif stopped right before him, gazing down at him with a stern look; it was apparent by his tight jaw, furrowed brows, and flexed arms that he was trying to keep his stubborn, tough-guy mask on, but they both knew that he was absolutely buzzing inside, that his nerves had him on strings like a puppet, just as Derby did.
“Give me your heart,” the fearsome heir gave another command, his voice still low and stern, though there was a slight tremor to it— A sudden shiver shot down Bif’s spine, and he instantly dropped his guard, settling onto one knee and grabbing Derby’s hand in a desperate hold, bringing it to his lips and planting a heartfelt kiss upon his knuckles, his eyes never leaving that amber gaze.
Derby’s blackened heart pulsed as he watched the boxer situate himself down upon a knee, a light breath escaping his parted plump lips as he felt the warm press of his mouth against his skin, those green depths full of longing and devotion— He felt like he could physically melt into the fabric of the chair. He leaned forward slightly as he brought his free hand to lovingly cup Bif’s cheek, his face softening to a tender expression, one that no one else in the world but him would ever be allowed to see.
“Just you and me,” he whispered as he gently ran his thumb along his cheekbone.
“To infinity,” Bif mumbled against Derby’s knuckles, his eyes fluttering shut at his uncharacteristically soft touch as he nuzzled into it— His breathing deepened, the warmth ghosting over Derby’s hand in quick, shallow puffs, “God, Derby, I can’t fucking breathe.”
The blonde suddenly surged forward, smashing his lips against Bif’s as he threw the entirety of his weight onto him, causing him to fall backwards onto the floor, his broad back hitting the hardwood with a heavy thud— Bif instantly wrapped his arms around him the second their bodies collided, his eyes squeezing shut as he immediately reciprocated the kiss with a passionate intensity.
Derby straddled his waist, hips instinctively grinding down as their lips frantically smacked together, the sound obscenely wet— Bif dug his fingers into his sides, forcing his hips to rut down against him again, causing both of them to let out low, muffled noises into each other’s mouths. It didn’t take long for their cocks to swell beneath the fabric of their slacks, the hard lengths crudely rubbing together and creating a friction that made their abdominals clench.
Derby suddenly wrapped his hand around Bif’s neck, pressing the flesh between his thumb and index finger over his throat, squeezing with all his strength— Bif let out a choked moan against his plump lips as he felt the pressure, his fingertips digging into his flesh so hard his manicured nails would leave indentations. His cock pitifully throbbed, the lack of oxygen making the kiss feel so fucking erotic and dizzying, and along with the searing blaze of the fireplace, made him feel like he was being dragged to hell by an incubus.
As sinfully thrilling as it was, Bif was soon breaking the kiss, kinking his face away in an attempt to suck in a breath of air, but Derby kept his unforgiving grip upon his neck, his lips kissing along his squared jaw, “My little doll,” he purred against Bif's warm skin.
Bif’s eyes rolled back into their sockets, his head feeling heavy and dense, his chest burning with a desperate need for air— Despite his body begging to breathe, he didn’t fight against the blonde; he pushed his pelvis upwards to chase that lewd sensation of his cock against Derby’s, a guttural, jagged groan emitting from his compressed throat as he rutted against the hardness. He felt like his lights were going to give out, but fuck, he didn’t care as long as Derby was the one turning them off.
Derby stared down at his best friend with a wide, wicked grin, a sick, sadistic satisfaction coursing through him as he took in the disoriented look upon his face, his gut twisting as he felt that solid, thick length chasing after him— It was so bloody satisfying to see someone as untouchable as Bif, the big, bad boxer, reduced to such a pathetic, red mess, his stubborn pride stolen just as easily as his breath was.
“Won’t tap out, hmm?” Derby snickered, and Bif forced his eyes to peel open, his vision blurred— His orbs crossed in as he tried to focus on his best friend’s sinister face hovering over his, and despite the oxygen deprivation, a grin curled upon his lips, and he forced himself to talk as much as he could against the tight pressure, though his voice was barely audible, coming out as a raspy, broken wheeze.
“You’re… so crazy.”
Derby let out a delighted, crazed laugh that surely proved Bif’s point— He leaned down to plant a hearty kiss against his forehead before straightening back up, finally removing his hand from his windpipe. Bif instinctively gasped for air, his chest heaving violently as warm oxygen filled his lungs, the sudden rush making him feel like he was on a plane between reality and paradise.
He laid there for a moment, his broad chest rising and falling with every deep, shaky breath he took as he rapidly blinked up at the engraved ceiling, his vision slowly coming back into focus— Derby watched him with a dark, pleased look in his eyes, his hand carefully tracing the red mark that had bloomed over his skin, his cock so hard in his pants that it was painful, but he didn’t care; the sight of his lover caught in a blissfully scary haze caused by him was far more delicious than any sense of relief could be.
“Fuck—“ Bif breathed gruffly, his heavy eyes finally trailing to Derby’s face— He suddenly gripped his wrist tightly, forcing his hand to sprawl against his neck again, “Fucking break me.”
Derby’s eyes blew wide, his pupils dilating at the raw, shameless demand; in that moment, it felt like he could vomit his cold heart right onto Bif. He stared down at him in silence, his hand staying loose upon his throat, Bif staring up with a debauched, lust-drunken gaze, his own hand tightening over Derby’s in a way of urging him to take him on that mind-numbing ride again.
“You’re my everything, Derby,” Bif whined lowly as he thrusted up once more, that delicious friction against their cocks making both of them hiss in unison— Despite his plea, Derby didn’t tighten his grip, just continued gazing down at him as if he were the most fascinating specimen the world could offer. Bif brought his free hand up to grab his arm, yanking his other hand down to his neck, “Please,” he rasped as his own fingers forced Derby’s to squeeze, “Just rape me.”
Derby’s usual stern, narrowed eyes were as wide as could be, and for once in his life he was completely, utterly speechless— He knew Bif was as loyal as they came, but this was the kind of devotion and submission that was only in his wildest of dreams— He felt an extreme surge of power and adrenaline shoot throughout his system, making his skin prickle and his blood rush, his own head feeling as if he were the one who had just been strangled. He slowly leaned down until his face was just centimeters from Bif’s, his grip upon his neck slowly tightening.
“You are like ecstasy, my darling,” he whispered against his lips, his arms flexing as he cut off Bif’s airway with a newfound determination— The redhead let out a choked, lecherous moan at the intoxicating pressure, his eyes rolling back into his head before flicking his tongue out, the tip running along Derby’s bottom lip, prompting the blonde to snake his own out and meet his in a sloppy, fervid wrestle.
The only sounds in the room were the crackle of the dying fire and the erotic noises of their mouths— Just Derby and Bif to infinity until they couldn’t fucking breathe.