"You are. Not anyone's but mine. My perfect whore. My perfect hole to use, to fuck, to stuff with my dick, to fill with my cum. Mine."
Elio's words made Andrew's body flush, and fire burst into every cell, his walls clenching around Elio as he felt a sense of pride that even shocked Andrew himself. He was gone. Too far gone to repair, to become anyone else.
"Don't tighten yourself like this, baby, if you want to move in the morning." Elio hissed, thrusting way too rough, knocking the breath out of Andrew.
The thrusts of Elio were way too consuming and mind-blowing, and it was overstimulating for Andrew to handle. He was being undone, taken apart and put together, and then again broken by Elio. He was making a new shape of his hole and rearranging his inside.
The pleasure became too much, and in an instant a fire built into Andrew's lower abdomen, and his walls clamped hard on his cock, making it hard for Elio to move as he exploded.
