Chapter Text
Adam whined as Blake spread his ass apart, exposing his secret shade of pink to the cold hotel room. He bucked forward when Blake gently traced the rim of his puckered hole, ghosting over the skin with a tantalizing, feather-light touch.
"You're so pretty like this, my little slut, spread out and fucking desperate for me. Tell me how filthy you feel right now," he grit out, cock straining against his jeans.
Adam made a pleading, strangled noise in the back of his throat, and cried out softly when Blake brought down a particularly vicious smack.
"Use your words, Adam. Tell me what you are."
"I'm a fucking slut," Adam sobbed, "And I want you to, ugh, need you to fuck me. Now."
Blake closed a hand around Adam's pale throat, pulling him back to an impossible arch.
"You want me to fuck you, huh? Is that what you want, my pretty whore?" he rasped.
Adam nodded feverishly, his pale skin shining moon-bright in the dark room.
"Ass up, face down. And if you fucking move at all, you'll regret it," Blake said, releasing his grip on Adam and reaching over to his jacket, shaking it. A clear travel-size shampoo bottle filled with a transparent goop clattered to the floor. Blake snatched it up and squeezed a generous dollop onto his fingers.
Adam whined. He loved the sound it made as Blake rubbed it between his index and middle fingers, sticky, slick, and obscene. Blake traced the rim of Adam’s hole, pink and aching to be full.
“Do you want to get spanked again, Adam?” Blake asked severely.
Adam shook his head. Blake chuckled.
“Then don’t make a sound.”
He slammed both fingers into Adam, driving in deep and hard, his moistened fingers easing the invasion. Adam fell forward and wailed into the mattress.
“Tsk, tsk, we’ll try that again,” Blake cooed, completely removing his fingers and driving them back in even harder than before.
Adam bit the mattress, willing himself to keep the screams of such painful pleasure at bay.
“Good slut,” Blake said, settling his fingers into a steady, less abusive rhythm. Adam began to push farther back onto Blake's fingers, begging breathlessly for more.
Blake chuckled, a rumbling, deep sound in the back of his throat. "What did I say about using your words, Adam? What do you want, slut?"
Adam made a unintelligible, obscenely sexy noise, and began to rut harder against Blake's fingers. Blake growled and wrapped a hand around Adam's neck, pulling him back so that the small of Adam's back lay flush against Blake's aching hard-on.
"Use your fucking words, Adam," he growled into Adam's ear, nipping the shell hard.
"Cock, please, Blake," Adam gasped out, his words barely intelligible with Blake's hand wrapped firmly around his neck.
Blake's grip around Adam's alabaster neck tightened, and Adam squirmed even more.
"Any cock, Adam? Any cock at all?" Blake snarled, undoing his belt effortlessly and shoving his jeans down to his knees.
"Your- your cock, Blake, only yours, I swear...."
Blake released his grip on Adam's neck and placed his hands on Adam's protruding hip bones, aligning himself with Adam's slick hole and slamming him down hard. Adam screamed at the intrusion, his moans, whines, and silent screams coming out in short breaths and Blake continued his ruthless pace, pounding into Adam relentlessly.
Blake wrapped his hand around Adam's painfully ignored cock, and began to pump hard, squeezing just a little harder than he knew Adam was comfortable with.
"Are you close, my fucking skank?" Blake gasped out, sweat dripping from his brow.
"So... so... fucking close, fuck, Blake, please," Adam answered desperately.
Blake released Adam's dick and moved his hands back to Adam's hips, where he began to pound him even faster.
"You're going to cum just from my cock, you hear me? You're going to cum just from having me shoved up your slutty little ass," Blake grit out, thrusting faster and faster.
That did it. Adam came hard, screaming Blake's name in release as he coated the cheap, sweat-soaked motel mattress with cum. He collapsed, exhausted, Blake continuing to thrust into him.
"I'm... not... not finished with you," he gasped, his breath hitching as he began to bounce Adam down harder on his dick. The new angle gave him complete access to Adam's sweet spot, and he continued to batter it ruthlessly. Adam screamed louder and convulsed, his body wracking painfully in a dry orgasm, his cock too spent for any more.
Blake came with a carnal, animalistic noise, filling Adam and falling back onto the mattress, chest heaving. Adam lay sprawled over him, completely boneless and sated.
"I'm sorry I was naughty, Big Country," he said, almost inaudible, as his breathing returned to normal.
Blake laughed.
"No, you're not."