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V didn’t think he’d ever came as hard as when he did so inside Kerry Eurodyne.
In his shitty apartment, in a shitty megabuilding, V thinks about, and can’t stop thinking about, his hands on Kerry. Kerry’s body, his brown, soft skin. The feeling of his hips and waist against his hands. The cool chrome against his burning skin. Kerry’s hot fucking mouth, taking V’s cock to the hilt, so perfectly. It was luxury. He had, however, expected to pull Kerry off of his cock, hold him down and make him beg to be thoroughly fucked.
He just seemed like the type, the type to beg, spread his legs and take it. And V wanted it. He wanted to hold Kerry down my the back of the neck as he bent him over. He wanted to stop, just as Kerry’d be on the verge of orgasm, only to make him beg for release.
So, V was only slightly surprised when Kerry held V down, and took what he wanted. When he tried to take charge, Kerry pushed him down by the throat, with an almost wicked smirk. He could tell what V wanted. And he wouldn’t let him have it. V was almost ready to give up, almost, when he experimentally smacked Kerry’s face. And he could have come right there, the sound that Kerry made, V would only describe as repressed desperation.
V isn’t saying he didn’t enjoy what happened with Kerry on the boat. He did. He really, really did, but it didn’t exactly go how he wanted it to.
So, he’d decided that if he was going to keep seeing Kerry, and going to keep fucking Kerry, then he’d do it at least sometimes on his own terms.
And V saw Kerry often. Either Kerry would spam V’s phone, saying he’s lonely, saying he misses him, or V would feel the same way and go to Kerry without any warning. And both of them enjoyed it.
But on one occasion, Kerry calls V.
V, concerned, answers the phone, only to quickly have his concerns squashed and replaced with a new issue.
‘V…’ Kerry whines through the phone, and V can see his face, flushed and desperate, eyebrows upturned, cinched together with his jaw slack. Whatever he was doing, he wanted V there to do for him instead.
And V, of course, went straight to Kerry. He wasn’t doing anything important anyway, only on his way to a gig that took weeks to prep for.
‘Fuck, Ker…’ he groaned, doing a U-turn to drive to North Oak. Kerry noticed the direction change, and let out an appreciative hum. ‘Thank you, V…’ he murmured.
V had hoped that, considering how wrecked Kerry already seemed, he’d be pliant enough to let V take control, let V thoroughly fuck him, show him how good it can be, how good he can be. He pulled into the villa’s driveway, all but running into the house, searching for Kerry. He found him on the bed, lazily fucking himself with a dildo. He kept eye contact with V until he reached the edge of the bed, he leaned down to Kerry and gently pulled his face into a kiss. V, ever the gentleman, was being courteous, gentle. But Kerry, ever the cockslut, wasted no time in discarding his toy and moving to take off V’s shirt. He moved to his feet, pressing his lips to V’s neck as he unbuttoned his jeans. V kicked off his shoes, making it easy for Kerry to drag his jeans off of him, then push him to the bed.
Shit.
Kerry pushed V onto his back, dropping to his knees between his legs and nuzzling his face against V’s clothed hard-on. He groaned, and so did Kerry. Mouthing at his cock through his boxers, in between whines, Kerry taunted, ‘doesn’t take much for you to get worked up for me, huh?’ He said it in such a mocking way, almost like he felt bad for V. And V just groaned, out of pleasure but also frustration. Kerry huffed a small laugh, before pulling out his cock and giving it a few firm strokes. V’s breath caught in his throat, ‘fuck yeah, fuck baby…’
Kerry whimpered as he took him into his mouth, taking as much as he could until V saw his chance, placing both hands flat on the back of his head and pushing. Kerry whined, feeling his throat fucked open as V continued to push and pull his head up and down on his cock. He loved it, he couldn’t suppress the groans of pleasure and some form of satisfaction from finally having control over Kerry. ‘That’s it, that’s it, fucking take it all.’
His hips bucked up deeper into Kerry’s mouth, he looked up to see Kerry’s eyes meeting his, his face, flushed again and eyes needy. ‘You like that? You like when I fuck your face?’ V says, almost malicious, so happy with himself. Kerry whimpers out an ‘mm-hm’ sound around V, but struggles as tears prick his eyes. V feels himself getting closer and closer, only another minute or so and he’d be coming down Kerry’s throat, making him swallow all of it. That fantasy, however, did not last very long, as Kerry pulled off and caught his breath.
V grunted in frustration, again.
He sighed, ‘let me fuck you,’ as Kerry climbed up, mounting his hips and lining himself up to V’s spit soaked cock. ‘You’re about to.’ He said, matter-of-factly as he sunk down onto V, letting out a small, low whine as he did so. V pressed his lips together, holding in his sounds as his hands went to Kerry’s hips, gripping right enough to hurt and Kerry fucking loved it.
‘No, Ker, let me-‘ V tried to reinstate what he meant, tried to convince Kerry to let him take the reigns, but Kerry quickly shut him up with a hand over his mouth, hips roughly moving to fuck himself on V’s cock. Both men moaned, V’s more muffled through Kerry’s hand, where he, proudly riding, radiating egotism, made unabashed whines and whimpers above him.
Fuck it felt good. Even like this, V was enjoying every second, how tight Kerry was around him, how expertly his hips moved. The dark, resentful look V held to Kerry didn’t fool him, he knew the effect he had on V, he knew how good he was. And he knew what V wanted. V knew Kerry knew, solely from the smug look on his face he tried to keep through the pleasure.
V moved a hand from Kerry’s hip, reaching up to rest on his cheek, relishing in the way Kerry’s face went softer, dropping the facade of smugness and faded to pure enjoyment from such a simple touch.
Bastard, V thought. He quickly moved his hand to plant a harsh smack to his cheek. Kerry’s hips faltered, and he let out a weak sound. Hesitantly, as though he was considering not doing so, he gripped V’s wrist and pinned it to the bed, his other hand moving to rest over V’s free hand on Kerry’s hip.
Realistically, V could break free anytime. He could, in fact, throw Kerry off of him and have him in any position, anyplace, anywhere, any time that he wanted. In comparison to V, Kerry was weak, had nothing on V, couldn’t touch him. But he wanted Kerry to want it, wanted to hear him begging, pleading. And he wanted to deny him it, just for a little while. Just for a taste of what he’s going through himself.
He gripped Kerry’s hip tighter with his free hand, and began bucking up his hips to meet with Kerry’s rhythm, eliciting sounds of pure helplessness, and fuck it got V close. He could just imagine those sounds while he was bent over, held down. They seemed more natural too, less forced than the sultry groans he’d been letting out.
‘Yeah, yeah V…’
He was getting close, both of them were. Kerry moved his free hand to his dick, gripping himself and stroking in time with V’s thrusts, stopping his own hips and letting V fuck up into him from below. His face, slacked with pleasure. His eyebrows knitting together as he let out repeated whimpers, and whispers, ‘fuck, right there,’
V angled his hips to hit his sweet spot, watching Kerry’s face morph into ecstasy. ‘V…’ he dragged out the syllable as he whined his name, the hand over V’s mouth moving to his shoulder, bracing himself.
‘You like that, huh?’ V asked, mockingly, maliciously.
Kerry only made sounds of agreement, increasing in pitch as V continued to hammer his prostate.
‘Want me to come inside you?’ He pressed, tone lowering in contrast with Kerry’s as he neared his own orgasm.
Kerry pushed his head into V’s shoulder, biting down as he tried to silence himself, only letting out a hum of ‘mh’, which only dissolved into more moans. V felt Kerry’s hand brushing his lower stomach as Kerry jerked himself off, feeling his hand faltering, feeling Kerry bite down harder on his shoulder until he felt hot liquid pool there, on his skin. Kerry continued to make fucking delicious sounds as V kept fucking into him. The knot in his stomach tightening rapidly, he knew it would only be moments before he came.
‘V!’ Kerry called, pitch now high and hurt. He moved his hand off of V’s wrist, which then gripped the sheets in attempt to ground himself through overstimulation. V moved his free hand to smack Kerry’s ass, only once, before he groaned into Kerry’s ear, low and satisfied.
‘V…’ Kerry whispered, wrecked, as he felt V finish inside him, filling him.
Both men lay there for a moment, catching their breaths and recovering, before V lifted Kerry’s hips, off of his cock, which they both winced at.
Kerry pressed a few kisses to V’s neck, running his hands on the parts of his skin that weren’t blanketed by his own body.
‘Fuuuck,’ Kerry groaned, holding himself up, hovering over V, still slightly panting.
V reached his hand to stroke over the back of Kerry’s head, scratching at the base of his skull. Kerry smiled lightly down at him, returning the favour by cupping his face and running his thumb over his cheek, before pushing himself up and turning to sit on the edge of the bed with V’s thighs either side of him. He tried to push up off the bed to stand, using V’s legs as leverage, but was quickly pulled back down, his input’s warm chest against his back. He’d sat up shockingly fast.
‘Next time, Ker,’ he said quietly, ‘I’m holding you down and fuckin’ you how i want you.’ He pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, hands on his waist.
Kerry leaned his head back and around to kiss V’s jaw.
‘I really would love to see you try.’
Then, V allowed him to get up to shower. He waited until Kerry was back in bed before he took his, mostly because he knew that if he shared a shower with Kerry, he wouldn’t actually get clean.
V stayed the night too, holding a hand, cupped over Kerry’s, thumbs linked. And he was calm. Relaxed as the gentle snores lulled him.
‘You really haven’t caught on, have you?’
‘Johnny, I’m trying to sleep.’ V thought, glad he wouldn’t have to disturb Kerry just to tell Johnny to put a plug in it.
Johnny’s less than material body sat next to V on the bed, their backs to one another.
‘V, use your big boy brain. If I don’t tell you, you’ll never fucking catch on.’ He drawled. He did that a lot.
‘What are you talking about?’ He kept his eyes closed, kept his hand over Kerry’s.
‘Look, Ker likes to act like he’s this ‘power bottom’, likes being all bossy and shit.’ V could hear the know-it-all tone in his voice, realising what this was about.
‘Oh fuck me, if you’re gonna sit there and mock me cause I can’t fuck my output right you can fuck off. I know how you treated yours.’ He snapped back, automatically on the defensive. It was hard not to get defensive when it came to Kerry.
‘Cool it man, geez, I’m helping. You’re not the brightest bulb V, listen,’ and V stayed quiet. For all his asshole behaviour, he knew Kerry, and, sometimes, gave good advice.
‘It’s a front, for show.’ He says, sounding too sure of himself for someone who is so sure he never slept with Kerry.
‘Is that so?’ V hums.
‘It is so, look I’ve known Ker since we were fifteen. He always did this with his boytoys.’
‘I am not a boytoy.’
‘Sure, doesn’t change that he’s doing it though.’
V sighed, opening his eyes to look at Kerry.
‘He does it to push you, see how far he can go before you snap.’ He says, standing suddenly behind Kerry, visible completely now to V, who shifts his gaze to him.
‘Snap?’ V asks, slightly irritated by Johnnys vague words.
‘Pathetic really.’ He huffed, planting his hands on his hips and looking down at Kerry. It was dark, but V could see the minimal light bounce off his sunglasses.
‘Yeah, snap. He wants to irritate you, make you wanna fuck him so hard, so bad that you force him down. Wants to make you mad.’
‘Jesus, Johnny…’ V quietly thought, his stomach turning at the image.
‘Seriously, next time he tries it on you just pin him down. Trust me, he’ll go crazy.’ He sounded proud of himself, like a teacher guiding a hopeless student.
‘Why’re you telling me?’ V asked, almost accusatory.
Johnny scoffed, reading between the lines and between the thoughts in V’s head. ‘Please,’ he waved his hand dismissively. ‘You’re sexually frustrated. So I’m sexually frustrated.’
‘Sure, Johnny.’ V said, pulling Kerry into his chest, resting his forehead against the crown of his head.
‘Night, V.’
‘Night, Johnny.’
There wasn’t, for a while, another opportunity for V to see Kerry. Save for a few feeling calls and messages between the two, complaining they miss one another. Or V complaining about some gig, or Kerry complaining about some song he can’t get quite right.
V could hear it in Kerry’s voice. The pent up frustration, and underlying longing for company, of any kind.
Johnny didn’t help either. ‘Watch out V, Kerry’s not been known to be the most loyal output in the world.’
V, of course, told him only once to shut the fuck up, threatening to take several omega blockers.
He trusted Kerry, and he trusted the version of himself he portrayed in videos he sent to V. Needy, desperate and so, so lonely. Kerry could have anyone he wanted, could send videos with anyone else, to anyone else.
But he sent them to V. And with each one V struggled more and more to keep on track at work, often letting out his frustrations on gang members’ skulls.
And there was no lack of those around the city, especially not around Watson.
V knew danger, was accustomed to it, comfortable in it.
Bullets flying past his head, some psychos swinging machetes at him, it was normal. So were danger-boners.
What wasn’t normal, was Kerry messaging him mid-gig, with a dirty fucking video with his legs spread, his fingers fucking into himself.
V didn’t recognise what it was until he was a few second into it, thinking he had a quiet moment to watch it before stealing some data and making a swift escape.
He was wrong. He was already half-hard, the adrenaline and intensity taking its toll on him. In theory, this would be just what he needed, he thought it was, until he heard more armed maelstromers burst in downstairs. It was a small apartment complex he was raiding, abandoned and run-down. He whipped his head over his shoulder while he dashed behind a crate for cover, the video still running.
Fuck, he looked good. His hands expertly working his hole, eliciting whines and moans that sounded better than the most expensive joytoys money could buy.
‘V, please…’ he groaned, low, only just audible through the shouts of the gangers below, searching.
‘Please fuck me, need you.’ Kerry’s voice sounded genuinely desperate. It had been well over 3 weeks since he had time to meet him, touch him.
Fuck it he had time.
He knew he had to be quick, rushing to unzip his pants he pulled himself out, palming himself through his boxers before pulling himself free of those too. He shuddered at the cool air, spitting into his hand quickly, wasting no time in stroking himself. The video kept running, Kerry still whining, his hips jolting with thrusts of his fingers.
V heard the gangers getting closer, now at the bottom of the stairs. Fuck the computer with the data he needed was right in front of him, it’d be so easy to grab it now and go. But he couldn’t take his eyes away from the video. Couldn’t take his hands away from his cock. Fuck it felt good. He placed his phone between his knees to hold it up, so he could move his shirt to his mouth and bite down, muffling his groans. He kept his phone there, pulling out a tech rifle, loading it as he heard footsteps coming closer, only looking away from the screen when absolutely necessary.
He listened to the sounds Kerry made, helpless and blissful as he fucked himself. V stroked himself in time with Kerry’s hands. Fuck, he was getting so close, no way could he stop now. He stroked faster.
‘Come on, V, they almost up!’ Johnny shouted at him, panicking he’d get a bullet to the head with his dick in his hands and a Kerry Eurodyne sex tape open on his phone.
V just moaned desperately into the fabric of his shirt, not taking his eyes off the screen.
‘V!’
‘Shit,’ he thought, forcibly tearing his eyes from the screen, hacking the camera above his head to see the position of the ganger at the door.
Swiftly, keeping a hand on his cock, he lifted the tech rifle, upside down against the wooden crate as he pulled the trigger, hitting the head of the enemy.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ V moaned, hips jerking as he finished into his hand, some landing on his exposed stomach.
‘Fuck.’ Johnny groaned. V couldn’t tell if it was from their shared relief, disappointment or adrenaline.
V quickly tucked himself away, not bothering to zip his pants up before turning to quick fire at two others.
‘Great. Now get the fucking data and let’s go.’ Johnny sounded…unreadable.
V did just that, though. Johnny made a comment on the ‘dick germs’ V was getting on the computer. V made a comment about how if he was so bothered he should lick it off.
That was the breaking point. Johnny had made comments the rest of the day, straight up shaming V for what happened. And who could blame him, what V did was shameful, and he did it so shamelessly. Johnny was adamant, really dug his heels in that V had to get his ass over to Kerry’s and do what he’s been swearing he’d do for weeks. The man almost got a bullet in the head, several bullets in the head over Kerry’s pathetic attempt to rile him up, and V was letting it work.
Laying in his bed, staring up at the ceiling, V swore he could feel Johnnys judgement radiating off of him, unto V.
‘If you’ve got something to say, spit it out.’ V said, snapped more like.
‘What are you doing here?’ Johnny asked, V could feel the irritation and genuine confusion from within him. ‘Shouldn’t you be at Kerry’s?’
‘Why do you care so much?’ V, defensively, replied in a foul manner. It was obvious he was frustrated. It was also obvious he was in his early twenties with the way he reacted to said frustration.
‘Jesus, V. When you get some, I’m getting some too, aren’t I?’ Johnny walked from the couch to where V lay in bed, assertively placing his hands on his hips.
‘Maybe I’m just as horny as you are.’ He smirked down at V, who couldn’t tell if he was being serious, or if he was truly just trying to be as irritating as possible.
He settled on believing the latter. ‘Fuck me, I’m not in the mood to play your ‘did they, didn’t they,’ game about you and Kerry.’ V turned over, almost scowling as he stared at the wall.
‘Sure, whatever,’ Johnny scoffed, materialising right beside V, looking him in the eye. ‘Even if that’s not why, you’re pissed off because you’re young and hormonal. I’m pissed off because I’m in your young and hormonal body.’
‘Can we stop talking about my hormones?’ V closed his eyes to avoid looking at him.
‘Can we stop avoiding your issue?’
There was a pause, V considered. He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly nervous to see Kerry, but he did know the last time he saw him he promised he’d be in control.
Maybe it was the idea that he couldn’t deliver.
Maybe he felt guilty.
Maybe he didn’t want to hurt Kerry the way his depraved brain told him he did.
‘I’ll save you the trouble, it’s none of those.’ Johnny said, as if he knew V, inside and out. Which he did.
‘Oh yeah? What is it then?’
‘You’re worried he’ll think you’re less of a man if you can’t.’
‘But I know I can. And he, for sure, knows I can.’
‘Sure, you can, but will you?’
V decided to clear his schedule for the following night.
When the sun started to set, V took off towards North Oak, taking the longer, more scenic route as to enjoy the view of the sunset as best he could through the skyscrapers. Certainly not to stall any longer.
He parked his car a little way down from the villa’s driveway, discreet.
Instead of going through the gate, he climbed over the wall, and snuck past cameras and patrol bots to the door by the ‘garage’, which wasn’t really a garage at all, just a huge window into the house, and the car right outside it.
The door, course, was unlocked, Kerry was careless like that. When V opened it, he could see Kerry on the couch, as almost always. He strummed some tune on his guitar, and it was pretty, gentle like the song on the boat.
He snuck behind him, only standing when he was sure he was close enough to touch. Kerry, none the wiser, continued to play.
With that, V took his hands and ran them over Kerry’s shoulders and down his chest, a firm, deliberate move.
Kerry seemed to jump a little, but relaxed almost immediately when V pressed his lips to Kerry’s neck, moving a hand up from his chest to his throat as he bit into the flesh.
‘V!’ He said, running his hands up to V’s head, gripping the hair lightly. ‘Fuckin’, scared me, babe.’ He said, a light laugh on his lips, embarrassed.
V said nothing only mumbled into his skin with a hum.
His hand clamping down over his chrome on his throat, his bites increasing in their harshness. Kerry sighed.
‘Ha, looks like someone liked my video?’
V, again, said nothing. He only moved his hand from Kerry’s throat to his face, gripping his cheeks and holding his face forward, as his other hand ran from Kerry’s chest to his cock. V gripped, tightly and roughly. Kerry moved his hands from V’s head to grip at his wrists, one hand in each. ‘Shit, V. Miss me?’ He said, his voice shaking a little. A very sudden transition into a boring day on the couch to an ambush from a sexually frustrated input with enough stamina to fuck him for hours.
‘You wanna get fucked, Ker?’ V asked, low and steady in Kerry’s ear, ignoring his question. He began palming Kerry through his pants, feeling his hips cant up to meet his hand. He was getting hard already.
‘Why?’ He asked, breath hitching as he bucked up his hips for more friction, his words becoming more muffled as V’s grip on his face tightened. ‘You wanna fuck me?’
V saw what was happening, and he wouldn’t let it. He pulled his hand from his face to straighten it, before giving a sharp tap to the side of Kerry’s face. Not harsh enough to be a slap, but enough of a strike to make Kerry hum. ‘Don’t answer my question with a question.’ He said, now groping at his cock, hard through his leather, straining the material. V pressed a kiss behind Kerry’s ear. ‘Mh, you’re hard. Do you want it?’
Kerry sighed, his grip on V’s wrists getting stronger with each moment. It was obvious he was trying to think of something to say, but whatever it was he came up with was cut off when V placed a hard smack to his face again, this time harsh enough to create a sharp sound. Kerry whined under his hold, his legs moving to kick off his boots as his hips continued to grind into V’s hand.
He smirked, watching Kerry’s eyes close. V ran his hand down Kerry’s chest, reaching under his cropped jacket.
‘I said,’ he leaned in, speaking into the skin of Kerry’s cheek, ‘do you want it?’
V pulled back, pushing Kerry’s back off of the couch and pulling his jacket with him. Kerry felt goosebumps run up his arms, feeling exposed now, and frustrated at the lack of contact.
‘Don’t stop, V’ he moaned, reaching up to try and grab his hands, to guide them back to where he wanted them. V pulled away, before placing both hands into Kerry’s hair and pulling back, quickly, as to startle him, but gently, as to not hurt him.
‘Don’t talk back to me. Tell me that you want it.’ He said, holding eye contact with Kerry as his head was held back by V, who curved over him, their faces a few centimetres apart. ‘Shit, V…’ Kerry groaned, and tried to turn his head away, resulting in V gripping his face again, holding him by the cheeks with one hand, the other moving to stroke his throat as he leaned to kiss and bite his neck again.
‘Yeah, I want it…’
‘What do you want, Ker?’ V asked, leaving lovebites on the parts of his neck that weren’t covered by chrome.
‘Ngh, V…’ Kerry’s hand moved to his cock, trying to relieve the pressure built there. V’s hand that rested on his throat moved to grip his wrist, restraining him.
‘Want you to fuck me,’ he caved, hips bucking inelegantly. ‘Please, fuck me?’ He felt V grin against his neck, biting particularly hard and leaving Kerry groaning.
‘That’s it.’ He mocked, ‘go get ready for me.’
‘Not gonna come with?’ Kerry asked, feeling cold as V pulled away from him, leaving his body completely untouched.
‘I will.’
And he did. He followed Kerry up the stairs and grabbed him when they made it to the bed, forcing him around to face V, who pressed his lips to Kerry’s as he undid the buttons on his pants and took off the chains around his neck, the two only pulling away to get them over Kerry’s head. V pushed his hands up Kerry’s tank top, brushing his hands over his chrome and pulling it over his head.
Kerry leaned to suck at V’s neck as he gripped at his ass, squeezing, breathing lowly in Kerry’s ear.
V kicked off his shoes as he pulled down Kerry’s underwear to touch his hole. Kerry stepped out of them, leaving himself completely naked while V was completely clothed.
V felt a tug at his waist, then a huff as Kerry tried to urge him towards the bed. Immovable, V stood still, and shoved Kerry backwards to the bed, where he fell with a huff. He looked up to V with a pissed, and confused look.
V leaned one knee on the bed, caging Kerry in with his body. He pushed a hand over his mouth when he saw Kerry was about to mouth off a complaint.
‘Shh.’ V patronised, talking down to Kerry as though he were an idiot. Kerry loved it. ‘Do what I tell you, then you get fucked, yeah?’
It was malicious, it was mean. It was so, so mean and Kerry wanted V to be even crueler in that moment. Wanted him to smack his face when he so much as muttered a word. He felt his cock leak as he looked down to where V leaned on the bed. He nodded into his palm with a small sound.
V strained in his jeans, reactionary to the look on Kerry’s face. Pliant, willing. He pulled away, letting Kerry huff in a breath to steady his heart rate. V walked to the closet, where Kerry kept his toys, and pulled out lube and the same dildo Kerry had used in his disruptive, intrusive video.
He dropped them on Kerry’s chest as he walked to stand at Kerry’s feet, view of his entire body.
‘Fuck yourself. Get ready for me.’
Kerry groaned, feeling dismissed, and loving it.
He lubed up the dildo, holding himself open with his fingers, wet with excess lube. He held eye contact with V, who stood over him as he pushed in the dildo. He held his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Kerry with a serious expression as he tipped his head back with a moan, thrusting the toy into himself.
He went at a relatively slow pace, biting his lip to hush the small whimpers that he fucked out of himself, each time he pushed in aiming for his prostate.
‘Do it faster.’ V said, holding his tone impartial and unbothered. Kerry huffed, trying his best to fuck himself faster. His arms and legs started to shake slightly, having to aim off of his prostate for the sake of being coherent enough to fuck himself to V’s suddenly high standards.
He bit the back of his wrist, covering his mouth. He felt intimidated by V’s unwavering eye contact. Kerry whined into the back of his hand, his legs now shaking, he felt himself writhing slightly.
He was getting seriously worked up, and it was mostly from V’s treatment. He liked feeling neglected, he liked feeling subordinate. Maybe he had less than fond, but familiar memories of the feeling, and liked renewing them with V.
‘V, m’ready…’ he keened, back arching up as he pulled the toy out of himself, holding his legs apart to present his prepared hole.
‘Yeah?’ V asked, moving, finally, to kneel a knee on the bed, once again caging Kerry in.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Kerry panted, watching V as he leaned his face closer to Kerry’s, placing a hand right by his head on the mattress.
V leaned his face to Kerry’s ear, kissing his cheek. Kerry moved his legs to rub against V, still clothed, but he needed the contact. Touch.
‘How bad you want it?’ he whispered, biting ever so slightly at Kerry’s earlobe. Kerry internally cursed, realising that’s how it was gonna be played.
Fine, he could do that.
‘Please, V… want it, want it so bad.’ He whined, his hands gripping onto V’s biceps, his nails digging in slightly.
‘Oh yeah?’ He dug in his heels, adamant, showing Kerry how it felt to be denied what he wanted.
Kerry made a sound into V’s ear, desperate as he continued kissing along Kerry’s jaw. ‘V…’ he huffed, hips shifting. ‘Look at me… please….’ He said, not asking V to look at him so he could do puppy dog eyes at him, but asking V to look at his body, his hole, his leaking cock, his flushed skin, his expression.
‘Want it. Need it, please give it to me.’
‘Uh-huh, n’ how do you want it?’ V asked, and Kerry spotted the test.
‘Want whatever you’ll give me, V…’ He whispered, watching V move to look him in the eyes.
V looked satisfied. ‘Gonna fuck you up, Ker.’ He groaned, lifting off the bed to pull down his jeans, only enough to reveal his cock. He gave a slow, firm stroke too, before leaning down again and grabbing the lube.
Kerry tried to sit up as V applied it, sucking in a harsh breath as he did so, and V just pushed Kerry back down again, a firm push to the chest.
‘Stay down.’
Kerry bit his lip and looked up at V through his lashes, he said nothing, but felt his body promise to obey.
V lined up, resting his cock there as he sat on his knees between Kerry’s legs, leaning forward just enough to that his face and neck were in arms reach easily.
‘Please, V,’ Kerry begged, feeling bothered and impatient.
He propped himself up on his elbows, forgetting V’s words. ‘Please fuck me up.’ Before he could get the desired effect, V smacked a hand over his mouth and pushed him down by the face. Kerry whimpered, clasping both hands around V’s forearm.
‘You want anything from me, you’ll do as I fucking say.’ He snarled, and Kerry couldn’t tell how V was feeling anymore. He just whined and nodded against his hand, which stayed there as he pushed in, quickly, all in one.
Kerry moaned against his hand, huffing through his nose.
‘Oh, you like that?’ V asked, staring down at Kerry, his disinterested expression shifting to one of satisfaction, easing Kerry’s thoughts.
‘Mm-hm’ he moaned into his palm, nodding. He knew he looked good, with sad eyes and pathetic grips on V’s strong arm, clawing.
V pulled out slowly, relishing in the way Kerry’s eyes winced, eyes glazed over. They held eye contact through Kerry’s barely open eyes, his eyebrows upturned in pleasure, V could feel his breaths, laboured against his palm. He shoved back in roughly, watching Kerry’s eyes squeeze shut, letting out a yelp as his nails dug into V’s forearm. Repeating the action, still fairly slowly, but with no lack of force, Kerry’s moans increased. V pushed harder against his face, into the mattress, groaning at the sight.
Kerry moaned out two syllables against V’s hand, the second a higher pitch, more desperate than the first.
He knew what Kerry wanted, he wanted it rougher, faster, wanted to feel himself getting fucked like he was promised. But V, bitter and spiteful, only asked ‘what, baby?’ He cooed it, faux sympathy blatant and painful to Kerry, who didn’t reinstate, only looked up at V with an utterly pathetic look, letting out a small whine.
V moved his hand off of Kerry’s mouth, still working his hips slow and harsh into Kerry. Weak sounds punched out of him with each thrust. When V took his hand off, and pushed inside, Kerry yelped, jaw dropped.
V grabbed his face, pushing his cheeks together with one hand. ‘What do you want, baby?’ He asked, leaning forward as much as he could, sat on his knees.
‘Faster, V…please,’ Kerry moaned, pausing to take another harsh thrust. ‘Yeah? You want it fast?’ V mocked, making Kerry’s allowed stomach churn and his cock twitch. This was exactly why he acted like he had power.
Like he has control.
He didn’t reply. In retaliation, V planted a harsh smack to his cheek, ‘you want it fast, Ker?’ He demanded an answer. Kerry moaned, his cock aching for it.
‘Please, V…fuck me like you hate my guts…’ he groaned, turning his head into the sheets, keeping the reddened, soon-to-bruise cheek exposed to V, an act of submission.
V kept his same pace, still knocking out small sounds from Kerry with each one. Kerry arched his back, his arms reaching to grip at V’s arms which rested on his collarbones. He huffed, whined and keened under the touch, not enough. ‘V, V, I’m beggin’ you…’ he started scratching gently at his arms. Still no reply, V didn’t even look at him, only down to where his cock fucked him open, eyeing the intense stretch.
Kerry’s eyes rolled back in his head, a dirty, whorish moan on his lips when V hit his prostate, Kerry’s nails digging into the skin on V’s arms. ‘Fuck, V!’ He cried, trying to keep his eyes open to look at V, who finally looked into his eyes.
‘You want it faster?’ He groaned, his hips stuttering as he tried to hold himself back.
‘Please, V…’ Kerry whined, bucking his hips just to feel more. V thrust inside again, still slowly, still punishingly hard. Kerry’s eyes rolled shut again, he tilted his head back into the sheets. ‘Please…’
Finally, getting what the both wanted, V picked up the pace, beginning to slam into Kerry unrelentingly, rough and fast.
Kerry’s sounds picked up as soon as the pace did, he writhed under V’s hands, which moved up to grip at his neck, pulling him down, into his cock with each thrust of his hips. Kerry wanted to talk, to thank V, tell him he loved him, but the only sounds he could make under V’s searing touch and eye contact were desperate, slutty moans of pleasure. V hit his prostate with each thrust, sending shockwaves of pure ecstasy through Kerry’s stomach to his spine. He panted, his mouth open, eyes squinting.
‘Oh yeah? You fuckin’ like that?’ V barked the question, assertive, almost angry. Kerry only whined, V’s strong hands squeezing down on his neck gradually, Kerry could have almost missed it. But he moved his left hand to rest on the side of his face, against his cheek, holding it there with a force that would have raised suspicions in Kerry if he wasn’t being hammered into, if he didn’t have bursts of heat releasing in his stomach with each thrust.
So, he let out a yelp of surprise when V’s other hand smacked into his cheek again. Kerry’s head wanted to be thrown to the side, but V’s hand kept him still. It burned, he could feel the skin reddening, looking up at V, biting his lip he nodded, still moaning. ‘Fuckin’…love it…’ he paused to gasp between words, nuzzling his face into V’s palm. ‘More?’ He whimpered, leaning as far as he could to kiss V’s hand, who said nothing, only pushed his head back to face forwards, so V could plant another slap to his face, holding his face so that Kerry couldn’t escape more respond, only lay and take it. He hummed in pleasure, feeling himself stretch out with each thrust. ‘Fucking,’ V spat out, pausing to slap his face again, ‘cockslut,’ viciously. Kerry smiled, as best he could with his slacked face. He felt his lower abdomen clench with every word V said, every groan he let out, every move he made, puncturing. Kerry moaned, weakly and pathetically, but so, so slutty, relishing in the brutal treatment. He kept his eyes locked on V as best he could, watching his form moving to fuck him so good.
‘Yes, V,’ he whimpered, and continued to let out a string of ‘yes, yes, yes’ as he felt the tension build with each hit against his sweet spot. V let out a low moan above him, making Kerry tense and clench around him, his orgasm bolting towards him.
‘Gonna… m’gonna,’ Kerry tried to warn him, but couldn’t stop his noises long enough to form a coherent sentence. V understood, smacking his face again, ‘I’m not gonna stop.’ He grunted, keeping his voice steady as he fucked into Kerry with unwavering strength. And Kerry couldn’t remember the last time he’d found something so fucking hot.
‘Please don’t fucking stop,’ he begged, needing to feel that overstimulation, that use of his body like a cheap dirty joytoy that was only good for fucking.
With another smack to the face, Kerry was writhing under V, his orgasm hitting him hard. His back arched as he moaned, inflective and desperate. Ecstatic. V quickly moved his hands from his face to his neck, gripping roughly as his thrusts only increased in pace, depriving Kerry of much needed oxygen through his orgasm. Kerry’s legs lifted at the hips, his knees bending and extending sporadically through his peak, only exaggerated by V’s unrelenting thrusts, still hitting his prostate perfectly. He couldn’t moan, whine or beg. He could only huff breaths desperately, a futile attempt to get enough air. He looked up at V hazily, through teary eyes as his hands gripped V’s wrists, mouthing out small words of ‘yeah, yeah, yeah’ which went unheard.
Kerry’s vision went fuzzy, his peak settling and overwhelming intensity kicked in, elevated by his lack of air. He began to move, writhing, wiggling pathetically under V.
‘Fuckin’ take it.’ He said, moving his hands off of Kerry’s throat, leaving the chrome hot, yanking roughly against Kerry’s grip when he didn’t let go. V leaned away, grabbing Kerry’s hips and yanking his body back against his thrusts. Kerry moaned helplessly between gasps. V slammed himself into Kerry, who felt every single move, every breath that entered and exited his body. He looked down to the come on his stomach, smeared on himself and some onto V’s clothes.
‘Please…’ Kerry didn’t know what he was begging for really. More? Less? His mind was too fuzzy to comprehend his own desires. He just laid there, hands grasping the sheets for support as he let out small, needy little whines with each rapid, raging thrust of V’s hips. His stomach felt electric, like shockwaves running up his spine with each hit against his prostate.
‘Feels, huh-!’ he whined, shoulders, chest, waist, hips, oscillating unevenly in pleasure, the kind that stung, burned, killed.
‘F-feels so…so good…’ he said in a whimper, he felt V throb, his hips stuttering at his words.
‘Yeah, baby?’ He groaned, his hands holding on tighter to Kerry’s hips.
Still gasping, Kerry whined, ‘uh-huh,’ he lifted an arm above his head, stretching himself out to grip the other end of the bed with his arm, back arching perfectly to accommodate. V took a hand to gather some of Kerry’s come off his stomach, spreading it over his cheek, smacking it once more before putting the rest in his mouth. Kerry whined around his fingers, licking, sucking it down without complaint.
V moved his hand back to Kerry’s other hip after a stroke of his cheek.
His voice was high and strained. ‘So, so…good, V…’ he moaned, drawing out V’s name in pleasure.
‘Hurts…it hurts, V,’
‘You fucking love it.’ V snarled, rubbing his thumbs over Kerry’s hip bones.
‘Hurts so good, love you, V…’ Kerry moaned, his waist now twisting in overwhelmed pain, repeating his lover’s name in a desperate attempt to make him finish faster.
V’s hips stuttered again, he was getting close and they both knew it, ‘love how you fuck me,’ he said, high pitched and struggling to get out.
V groaned above him, his thrusts now uneven.
‘Love how you hurt me so good..’ Kerry pressed, every breath, every word was a struggle, a pain, and he could not get enough.
‘Fuck, Ker, wanna feel me come in you? Feel how good you are?’ He whispered, eliciting a dirty, whorish moan from Kerry. ‘Please, please…’ V continued to nail his prostate, the pain becoming overwhelming, the pleasure becoming all-consuming. ‘L-love…it. Love you.’
V moaned, as helplessly as Kerry had been earlier, ‘I’m, fuck…’ his hips jolted, right on the edge of his orgasm.
‘Love how g-good you…hate me, Vince…’ Kerry barely even said, it was a barely audible whisper, too high in pitch to really be heard, but V did. And V came, hard and so fucking deep inside Kerry, his hips bucking through it as he groaned, his head dropped as he did. Kerry’s hole clenched around V, who ran his hands up Kerry’s stomach, to his chest. Kerry took a hand in his holding it there against his own skin, panting together as they came down from their highs. V pulled out with a low moan, Kerry just winced, hissing through his teeth.
‘You…okay?’ V asked through pants. Kerry just laughed breathily, covering his face with his free forearm.
‘Jesus fucking Christ, V.’ He laughed. ‘Ive never been fucked that good in my life,’
V took off clothes, only leaving his underwear and climbed over Kerry, laying at his side and pulling him into his chest. They pressed their lips together gently, hands exploring one another’s chests. V gently gripped the flesh of Kerry’s shoulder, pulling him once more to lay on his chest. Kerry’s head resting against his collarbone immediately. ‘You sure? Was I too rough?’
‘V, babe, if you don’t fuck me like that every day for the rest of my life, I swear it’s not worth living.’ He laughed, kissing V’s skin as they both laughed. ‘Thanks for keeping your promise.’
V stroked down Kerry’s back, feeling the sweat there.
He kissed the crown of his head, ‘you wanna go shower?’
Kerry agreed, but swore up and down that his ass wouldn’t be ready for anything for another week. V helped Kerry up and followed him to the shower, grabbing them clothes for after, too.
‘I love you, Ker,’ he said, whispering into the skin of the back of his neck, arms around his waist as they drifted off to sleep in the dark.
‘I love you, V.’ Kerry smiled, bringing a hand to his lips and kissing.
‘What’d I tell you?’ Johnny said, standing over the two of them.
V didn’t respond to that, only smiled and held Kerry closer.
‘G’night, Johnny.’
‘Night, V.’