Instead of replying Elian's question, Alessio chuckled.
Because he could notice how shaky Elian sounded and how his eyes had wandered to his below and stayed them, despite the flabbergasted look on Elian's face.
Alessio's cock was already half-hard, thick and long, curving slightly upward. A vein ran along the underside, and the head was flushed darker than the rest.
"Like what you're seeing? Of course, you would!" Alessio said teasingly.
Elian's face burned hot and he turned his head away sharply. "Hell no! I'm not watching this."
"Well, you have no choice." Alessio said as a matter of fact then his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a slow stroke that made it twitch and start to fill out properly.
"Look at me, Elian."
"No."
"Look. At. Me." The command in Alessio's voice was absolute.
And against his better judgment, Elian's eyes snapped back to him and immediately dropped to where Alessio's hand was wrapped around himself. His eyes seemed to have suddenly developed a mind of their own and Elian didn't like that.
A satisfied smile broke out on Alessio's face. Then his hand moved in long, slow strokes, working himself to full hardness. His cock grew thicker, longer, standing proudly from his body now.
"That's it. Keep those pretty eyes on me," Alessio said, his voice already getting breathier.
Elian wanted to look away. He should look away. But he was frozen, unable to tear his gaze from the sight of Alessio's hand moving up and down his impressive length.
"Do you know what I was thinking about while you ate?" Alessio asked, his thumb swiping over the slit at the tip of his cock, gathering the precum already leaking there and spreading it down his shaft. "I was thinking about your mouth."
Elian swallowed hard.
Alessio's hand moved faster now, his grip tightening and he continued talking;
"The way your lips wrapped around those burgers. How wide you had to open your mouth to fit them. The way your tongue came out to lick the grease off your fingers."
"Stop," Elian whispered, but his voice had no strength behind it.
"The way you moaned when you took that first bite," Alessio continued, his breathing getting heavier. His free hand came up to play with his nipple, rolling it between his fingers. "Fuck, I kept imagining those lips wrapped around my cock instead. How warm and wet your mouth would be. How good you'd look on your knees with my dick hitting the back of your throat."
Elian's breath hitched. Despite everything, despite his anger and humiliation, his body was betraying him. He could feel himself getting hard, his cock straining against his pants.
"Would you gag?" Alessio asked, his hips starting to thrust slightly into his fist. "Or would you be a good boy and take it all? I bet you'd struggle at first. You'd have to really work to fit all of me in that pretty mouth."
His strokes became faster, more urgent. The wet sounds of his hand moving over his slick cock filled the small cell.
"I'd hold your head," Alessio continued, his voice rough with arousal. "Guide you. Teach you how I like it. Fast or slow. Deep or shallow. Fuck..."
He groaned, his abs clenching. His cock was rock hard now, precum steadily leaking from the tip with every stroke.
"Maybe I'd fuck your face," Alessio said, his eyes boring into Elian's. "Hold you still and use that mouth however I wanted. Make you swallow every drop when I came."
Elian's own cock was painfully hard now, pressing against the zipper of his pants. He shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore it.
But Alessio noticed immediately. His eyes flicked down to the obvious bulge in Elian's pants and his smile turned absolutely wicked.
"Look at you," he purred. "Getting hard just from watching me. Your body knows what it wants, even if you won't admit it."
"Shut up," Elian managed to grit out, his fists clenched so tight his nails dug into his palms.
"Make me," Alessio challenged. His free hand moved down from his chest, past his abs, to cup his heavy balls. He rolled them in his palm, groaning at the sensation.
"Or better yet," Alessio continued breathlessly, "get on your knees and put that mouth on me. I'll shut up then. Too busy fucking your throat to talk."
"Never," Elian said, but even he could hear how weak his voice sounded.
Alessio's laugh was breathy and dark. "We'll see."
His movements became almost frantic now, both hands working his cock. One stroking fast and tight, the other squeezing and massaging his balls.
"Fuck, I'm close," Alessio groaned. His hips thrust forward, fucking into his fist. "Wish it was your hand. Or your mouth. Or your tight little ass."
His head fell back, exposing the long line of his throat. The muscles in his arms flexed with each stroke. His thighs tensed.
"Next time," Alessio gasped out, "next time I might just bend you over this bed. Not ask. Just take. Rip these pants off and—fuck—fuck—"
His whole body went rigid, his cock pulsed in his grip and... He came.
Thick ropes of cum shot from his cock, hitting his chest, his abs, dripping down over his fingers. He kept stroking through it, milking every drop, his mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure.
Elian watched it all, transfixed. He watched Alessio's cock pulse and throb, watched the cum coat his tanned skin, watched the way his whole body shuddered with release.
It seemed to go on forever.
Finally, Alessio's movements slowed. He gave himself a few more lazy strokes, squeezing out the last drops of cum.
Then his eyes opened and locked onto Elian. He looked satisfied. Predatory. And far too pleased with himself.
"See how easy that was?" Alessio said, his voice still rough. He brought his cum-covered hand to his mouth and licked it clean, maintaining eye contact with Elian the entire time. "I didn't even have to touch you and you're already hard for me."
He reached for a tissue, wiping the rest of the cum from his chest and stomach with slow movements.
"This is how it's going to be from now on," Alessio continued, tossing the tissue aside.
"Every day. Multiple times a day, maybe. Me, enjoying myself while you watch and pretend you're not affected."
He stepped closer to Elian, not bothering to pull his pants back up yet. His cock was still semi-hard, glistening with the remnants of his release.
"Unless you want to help instead of just watching?" Alessio leaned in, his lips nearly brushing Elian's ear as he whispered, "Want to drop to your knees right now? Lick me clean? Get a taste of what you're missing?"
Elian's breath was coming in short pants. His whole body felt like it was on fire. His cock was so hard it hurt.
But he forced the word out; "Never."
Alessio pulled back, smirking.
"We shall see. We have some months together, pretty maid. I wonder how many days- hell, how many hours, it'll take before you're crawling to me, begging me to let you touch. To let you suck. To let me fuck that defiant attitude right out of you."
He finally pulled his pants back up, tucking his still-wet cock away.
Then he settled on the bed, looking completely relaxed and satisfied while Elian stood there trembling with unwanted arousal.
"Now then," Alessio said cheerfully, like he hadn't just put on the most obscene show Elian had ever witnessed. "Your rest time is over. Time to start cleaning. The entire cell needs to be spotless by noon."
Elian glared at him.
"And I wonder how you will take care of that." Alessio said gesturing lazily at the obvious tent in Elian's pants.
"Anyways, I wouldn't have you dripping everywhere while you clean my floor, bear that in mind." He added and an amused chuckle rippled out of his throat.
Elian's face burned with humiliation and he clenched his fists wondering what he would do with this unwanted arousal.
He was supposed to be thinking of his life not getting aroused, wasn't he?