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Loud gasps mix with the sound of skin slapping. The noise is obscene, outrageous. Johnny’s voice echoes like gunfire, drilling inside of Gyro’s ears as he thrusts mercilessly inside of him.
Gyro is surely enjoying himself, the green of his eyes almost completely covered by his eyelids, mouth open only to breathe. He’s kneeling between Johnny’s legs, who is facing down, holding him with both hands by his hips, keeping his little butt up so he can fuck him. A low groan escapes his lips and makes Johnny’s dick twitch.
“A-Ah… wait” Johnny slurs. He extends his hand behind himself, trying to push Gyro back. It’s futile, cause this beast of a man just grabs him by his wrist and presses it on his back, pushing him harder against the floor.
Johnny is now keeping his balance on his chest and one hand alone, trying his best to maintain the little composure he thinks he still has.
“Please… Gy-” Johnny moans the last part as he feels Gyro increasing his pace. His whole body trembles. He can't feel his legs but he's sure they're shaking as well.
“Come again? What were you saying Johnny?” He digs his fingers on his skin, no trace of carefulness left. “What were you calling me before?” He finally lets his arm go and Johnny immediately uses it to support himself better.
Eyes meet when Johnny looks over his shoulder. He sees Gyro’s messy hair sticking to his face. A taunting smile that matches his intense gaze. Feels like is devouring him. Johnny can’t talk, he’s immersed in a bubble of pleasure, slowly sinking to the point of passing out.
“I’m-Ah!... I’m sorry” His voice is hoarse, loud as a whisper. He closes his eyes and tears run down his face, but he can’t tell if it’s because he’s having a bad time or quite the opposite.
Gyro leans in to bite the base of his neck. Johnny flinches, feeling a little sore from the other marks that had been left before. Even so, the pain feels heavenly. Johnny clenches his fists, he forgets to breathe.
The sensation is followed by a hand on his hair, slowly reaching higher. A soft kiss on his bruises serves as a cynical apology.
Johnny gasps when his hair is pulled backwards, making his spine arch. Another bite takes place, this time in his earlobe, and Johnny can't suppress his voice anymore. Can't hold back anymore. Can't think straight anymore.
Cum stains the floor without a warning. Johnny feels the spasms run through his body and his arms finally give in. He starts sliding to the floor, only being held by Gyro's hands now.
Obscene.
“Not so confident anymore?” Gyro's words mock him when he's at his lowest, but deep inside they rile him up. Maybe if he wasn't that tired he would tell him a great comeback like he always did.
Gyro slows down gradually until he finally stops. He feels a little bit of remorse after all. He looks at Johnny expectantly.
Johnny uses the leftovers of his strength to get on his elbows, turning around to face Gyro as much as his body lets him. The tiny man smiles exhausted, almost looking like he's in pain.
“Fuck you, Julius Caesar”
Gyro frowns. This kid needed to be taught some manners after all.