Page 62 of Broken Obsession

“Already?” He clicked his tongue. “No. We’ve just started.”

“I’ve already come three times!”

Had he?

“We’ll work on your stamina.” Ares was certain from that time he’d watched Eden get himself off he would be able to handle this.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” Eden blubbered, the words coming out broken and between heaving breaths. “It’s been over an hour!”

“It has not.”

“Look!” Eden flung his arm up, where his multi-slate was still attached, and showed him the time.

Ares paid the screen no mind, but he didn’t like the idea of his Starling having a means to call for help. He undid the Velcro strap and tossed the device to the side, clamping a hand over Eden’s mouth when he swore and started to protest.

His other arm slipped lower on his body, holding Eden around the waist so he could continue rutting into him with ease.

“This was what you wanted,” Ares reminded gently, planting a soft kiss on the rise of his shoulder. He stared at the wet mark he left behind and then rethought his action, clamping down on the area instead to deliver another bite. A few droplets of blood welled, and he licked them clean. “We were taught to endure. To conquer. To take reality in our grasp,” he fisted Eden’s dick and pumped in time with his measured thrusts, “and control it unequivocally. If I can control the universe, surely, I can control you.”

Ares dropped his hand from his mouth to flick at the rosy buds of Eden’s nipples, tracing the areola and tugging at his sensitive bits. “You begged me for this, remember? Begged for a seat on my cock. It’s yours now, Eden. This space, this act. I may hold full control, but you possess the God of Creation. Isn’t that a fair trade for freedom? Your soul in exchange for a throne made of flesh and bone. Tell me you want it, Ransom. Starling. Eden. My tiny, perfect piece of paradise. Tell me you feel real, and whole.”

“Full,” Eden clipped out, and Ares grinned.

“That too.” He licked at the side of his neck and then sucked, admiring the hickey left behind for a second before recalling their conversation. “Tell me what I want to hear, babe.”

“And…you’ll stop?” His hands clung to Ares’ arm, nails digging in to draw blood, though it didn’t seem like he noticed he was doing it.

“No.” Ares twisted his dick and set his chin on Eden’s shoulder, watching as another orgasm was wrung out of him. Thick, white come erupted from his tip, painting the floor and part of the wall. He continued to wring him through it, loving the mess left behind, the visual proof of what he could make Eden feel.

“Please,” as soon as he went flaccid, Eden tried prying his hand off, “stop! Please! Enough! I can’t!”

“You can.”

“I can’t!”

“You’ll learn.” Ares could train him. This wasn’t the problem Eden was making it sound like it was. Thoughts of that, of pinning him down and all the ways they could experiment in the future, had him reaching his own peak.

Ares shoved Eden down onto his cock and unloaded, groaning through his release as his vision winked in and out andreality was nothing more than the tight grip around him and the gush of come slicking his Starling’s passage for further use.

He sighed and cradled Eden to him, delivering pleased kisses to his shoulder, neck, and cheek. The afterglow wouldn’t last long, he knew that from experience, so he took the opportunity, though brief, to try and calm his piece of Paradise down.

* * *

Reality was an unconscious man in bed, honeyed skin coated in come and sweat. Blotches of purple and red marred his form, decorated everywhere the eyes could see. His entrance gaped open, that ring of muscle ruined, frothy white pouring from it to cascade over an abused scrotum and seep into the comforter.

From where he knelt between Eden’s spread thighs, Ares watched that river flow. He’d moved them to the bedroom sometime ago, and the first rays of the sun were starting to brighten the sky out the windows, but he hardly noticed.

He should plug the dam. He’d spent so much effort pumping Eden full of him, after all. Shouldn’t let it go to waste.

Since there was nothing else to do the trick, Ares used his cock, hushing his Starling when that instantly forced him violently awake.

Eden cried and clawed at the sheets, but he didn’t resist—he’d given up that act a while back. Despite its overuse, his body naturally attempted to cling to Ares as he started thrusting.

“There we go,” Ares praised against Eden’s ear. “You know what to do. Milk me, babe. Suck me down and keep me close.”

“You’re a devil,” Eden gasped.

“You’ve made that accusation a dozen times already. Do you remember?”