"Bad boy~"
Smack!
The sharp sound of a palm striking bare skin echoed through the room. Pyramidh' s face twisted with shock, but he bit his lip hard, refusing to let a sound slip. His body trembled as if shivers ran all the way down his spine.
Udome leaned in close, his hot breath brushing over the smaller man' s ear.
"Disobedient little brat…"
Smack!
The pale skin of Pyramidh' s ass bloomed red. His stubborn glare melted into a stifled sob caught in his throat.
"Remember this—every time you act up, I' ll spank you harder," Udome growled, voice low and husky. His bloodshot eyes softened just enough to catch the younger man' s frantic nods, tears shimmering in those hazy eyes.
"Good. Now… wrap your hand around me." Udome pressed closer, lips brushing the shell of Pyramidh' s ear before biting down lightly, leaving it flushed red.
"Do it. Grip me."
"…It' s hot," Pyramidh whispered, cheeks burning.
"Hot, hm? Being difficult again?"
His small hand moved hesitantly, and then—
"Ah—! It twitched…"
"Stroke it. Up and down… that' s it. Stroke me properly."
"I-It' s swelling… it feels so hot…"
"Mmm… such tiny fingers. But you' re gripping me so tight."
Udome' s voice turned ragged as the younger' s shy hand stroked him, while his own hand toyed mercilessly with Pyramidh' s sensitive chest. The flat, delicate skin trembled under the press of his thumb, making the smaller man jolt and arch like he' d been shocked by lightning.
Clumsy. Innocent. And yet, Pyramidh' s body responded too well—too sensitive. It sent Udome' s predator instincts into overdrive, more thrilling than any seductive curves of a woman.
The smaller man sagged weakly against him, only to be tugged up, dragged into Udome' s lap. Sitting astride the officer' s broad thighs, Pyramidh' s shaky fingers still clutched his burning arousal.
"W-What are you trying to do?"
"What do you think? Eat dinner?" Udome deadpanned, smirking.
The younger' s legs were pulled up, straddling his lap. He dared not look down at the thick chest and… the heavy thing throbbing wildly in his grip, threatening to explode.
"Damn, your hands… why are they this good?" Udome muttered, voice hoarse, whispering praise right against his ear. "These gamer fingers of yours… moving like you' re shaping clay. Perfect."
"Isn' t that enough already?"
"Not even close. Your fingers are too skilled for me to stop now. Tell me… has anyone ever teased you back like this?"
"T-Teased? What do you—"
"Here." Slide.
"Ahh! H-Hey, why' d you put your finger—"
"Relax. Let me in."
Thrust. Thrust.
"Ahhh…! It' s too deep!"
"Men have a sweet spot too, you know."
Thrust.
"Ah! There! That' s—"
"Right there? You feel it?"
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
"Too fast! Y-you' re too fast!"
"Your body' s gripping my fingers so tight… filthy little brat."
Deeper thrust.
"Ahh—! It' s so tight in here!"
"Don' t clench up. Open your legs, lift your hips."
"Nngh… it feels so weird!"
"How weird?"
"Don' t ask stupid stuff while—while you' re shoving things in me!"
"I' m not the type to get poked. I' m the one who pokes. But you… you look ready. That dazed face—definitely ready."
"I-I' m not dazed! I' m drunk, okay?! My eyes are just blurry because I' ve been drinking since earlier!"
"Good enough."
"You—! You don' t listen—ahh!"
Without warning, Udome yanked him closer, lining himself up. The tip dragged along that slick entrance, pressing insistently.
Push.
"Ahh—! I-It' s too much!"
"Shit… so tight. Loosen up for me."
"I can' t! I' m already at my limit!"
"Then start chanting prayers, maybe it' ll help. Damn, I' m going in—spread for me."
"No, no, no! Don' t shove that log inside—"
Thrust!
"Ahh—!"
"Fuck… perfect."
"…It—hurts… nghhh! My stomach—it' s bulging—what the hell' s inside me?!"
"What else? Just shut up and hold onto me tight. Don' t close your legs now."
"I can' t close them anyway! With this thing stuck—ahh! Damn it!"
"Stop whining. You' re not a virgin kid anymore. Bite down and deal with it!"
"Hhh—hhhhh! It' s huge—"
"Don' t squeeze me with that bratty ass of yours! Just breathe and hang onto me."
"B-Breathe? I' m about to go numb from the waist down! My balls are already dying!"
The smaller man clung desperately to Udome' s neck, trembling all over. His hoarse cries, once annoying, now sounded intoxicating—his body moving, adjusting, taking him in without breaking. The officer guided him, hands under that small ass, lifting and lowering him.
Pyramidh babbled complaints into his ear, voice cracking into moans each time their hips collided.
"Ahhh! I-I can' t anymore!"
"You' ve already come eight times, brat. And you' re still saying you can' t?"
"E-Eight?! T-Then enough already—"
"Make your voice sweeter. Stop quacking like a duck and moan properly for me."
"You' re insane!"
Thrust. Hard.
The room filled with the relentless sound of skin slapping skin, mixed with his raw cries. It was like punishment without end. Pyramidh was completely overwhelmed, every ounce of resistance beaten down by Udome' s relentless pace.
His frail body rocked with every thrust, powerless to stop it. Udome' s strong arms wrapped him close, like he wanted to fuse them together. For once, the officer' s harsh eyes softened with a bliss he' d never known.
Lips trembling, Pyramidh whispered weakly, "P-Please… enough… I can' t take it anymore."
Udome grinned in triumph, only to drive into him with one last brutal rhythm that shook the entire bedframe. Pyramidh cried out one final broken moan, then went limp, eyes fluttering shut in exhaustion.
Udome' s ragged breaths filled the air. The smaller man had already passed out, still damp, his pale skin blotched red everywhere. Marks of passion. Proof of conquest.
The officer gazed down at him, eyes glinting with a satisfaction that tasted like victory.
He hadn' t planned on dragging it out all night—yet somehow, he had.
Even the phone he' d set to record had long since died, battery drained hours ago.