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Any argument Sean had faded into a low groan of pleasure as Aidan pulled his cock free. In a dark alley between two buildings was not the place for a lot of foreplay, but Aidan took a moment to run his fingers over Sean’s cock. From that one touch, he could tell it was an impressive piece of equipment, and considering the mood, he was sure he was going to feel it.

Sean glanced toward the mouth of the alley, where people continued walking the well-lit streets. Someone would have to walk down the alley or shine a light down it to see them, but Aidan was more than aware of their precarious situation.

Sean let out a growl, taking hold of Aidan again and flipping him around, pressing his front against the wall. “Give me those.”

Aidan chuckled, holding them up. “Just can’t resist.”

“Do you ever shut up?”

“Only when I’m moaning.”

“Fuck,” Sean muttered, though that particular curse sounded more shaky and aroused than annoyed to Aidan’s ears.

Aidan decided not to push his luck and held back from making another comment. Instead, he focused on the sound of crinkling as Sean fussed with the foil packets while Aidan fought with the front of his pants. He’d only just managed to undo thebutton and zipper before thick fingers gripped the waistband of both his pants and underwear, yanking them down without fanfare or warning.

Aidan smirked, arching his back so his bare ass pressed against Sean. “Demanding much?”

A hand came up, pressing against the back of his neck and holding him in place. “Hold still.”

Normally, the sound of Sean giving him an order was about as attractive as a kick in the face. But the low, dangerous growl, filled with lust, and the sudden presence of a slick, condom-covered cockhead pressing against him was enough to make it one of the best things Aidan had heard in a long time. His breath came out in a low gasp when Sean’s other hand clamped down on his waist, locking him in place.

And then came the pressure.

Sean wasn’t too careful about it. The mixture of anxiety about being caught, his anger at Aidan, and his sudden lust for him made him as impatient as Aidan felt. After the first steady push against Aidan’s ass achieved nothing, Sean shifted, holding Aidan completely still and shoving forward with more force.

A low gasp escaped Aidan’s lips as Sean’s thick head breached his body, stretching him wide as he sank in a couple of inches. Managing to clamp down on the rest of the sound, Aidan breathed out hard. Sean slid forward another inch, working his way in even deeper, his own breath labored as he felt Aidan’s body gripping him tightly.

Every inch added to the burn flaring where their bodies met. Sean wasn’t lacking, and his cock was spreading Aidan’s ass with ruthless determination. It hurt, but Aidan reveled in it, shoving his hips back to drive Sean even deeper inside him. The act brought a strangled grunt from Sean, whose body went rigid as he felt himself pressed into Aidan’s body without warning.

“Fuck,” Sean swore, his grip biting deep into Aidan’s hips.

Aidan moaned as Sean shoved himself in the last few inches, sending another wave of pleasure through him as his body burned where they met. Pain and pleasure mingled and met in a combination as explosive as his hate and desire for the man now embedded inside him. It was wrong, they shouldn’t have been doing this, and one of them should have backed away a long time ago.

The warning bells were easily shoved aside and silenced as he felt Sean move, pulling his hips back only to bury himself again with a brutal thrust. Aidan gasped, his body screaming with sensation as Sean didn’t bother to wait and shoved into him again. The sound of their skin meeting was a sharp crack, slapping against one another as Sean began to build up a heavy rhythm.

Aidan arched into the thrusts, making sure Sean got as deep as he possibly could with every harsh push into him. He had to brace himself against the wall. His cock strained, pulsing with his rapid heartbeat.

If violation could be consensual, that’s exactly what he would have called the desperate, mindless rutting they were doing in that dark alley. Their grunts and gasps, while muffled to avoid drawing attention, mingled and molded together. Aidan reached behind him, gripping the back of Sean’s head, needing something to hold other than the wall in front of him.

His body cried out, pain and desire twisting as Sean’s cock filled him over and over again. Stomach tightening, legs going taut, Aidan was pushed to the edge of the abyss of pure pleasure and then shoved over it with an almighty thrust. Unable to restrain himself, he tightened his grip on the back of Sean’s head, twisting his own around and pulling the man into a desperate, feverish kiss.

Voice muffled, he cried out against Sean’s lips as the most potent orgasm he’d ever experienced crashed over him. Hiscock jerked, spurting and painting the wall. His body sang with pleasure, bearing down around Sean’s cock as it continued its desperate thrusts inside him.

Sean’s cry mingled with Aidan’s, the sounds bouncing off one another at the meeting of their lips. With a last shove, Sean buried himself completely, his cock throbbing as he poured into the condom. Aidan’s own cries grew even more desperate as he felt the pulse of Sean’s cock deep inside him, filling him completely.

Aidan sagged, the last of his strength seeping out of him as his orgasm left him weak. From behind, Sean pulled free with a tenderness and care that surprised Aidan. His body ached from the punishment it had taken in the last few minutes, and faintly he noticed not only the pain coming from his ass but his shoulders, chest, and arms. There would no doubt be more bruises, but those at least would be easy to pass off, considering how hard training had been lately.

“That…” Sean began, turning away.

Aidan let out a mirthless huff of laughter. “Was Something.”

His head spun as he used one hand to reach down and replace his clothing. From the start, he and Sean had done nothing but bump and crash against one another. On the one hand, he knew Sean had been stuck in a cycle of his own suffering and hurt, and on the other hand, he couldn’t tolerate a man who treated him like a burden. Sean saw him as nothing but trouble, not even bothering to hide it, and the two of them had been at each other’s throats from the start.

And now he’d allowed Sean to fuck him, and not just fuck him, but screw him against the wall of some random bar. The act had been so desperate and needy, as though they had been waiting to do it.

“A mistake,” Sean said, buttoning his pants and avoiding Aidan’s eyes.

Oh, well, Aidan couldn’t argue with that and wasn’t going to try. Neither had seen it coming or at least Aidan hadn’t. How did mutual distaste and hatred turn into something so desperate and lust-filled? He’d heard of hate fucking, but he’d never heard how it could lead to confusion and worry.