Page 33 of He is Poison

Domenico leaned forwardand lapped at his lips, slowly grinding his hips between Seth’s thighs. Why wasit now so hard to remember how nasty Dom was? Seth’s chest moved up and downwith every rapid breath. Even jeans and a T-shirt were becoming too muchclothing with the way his skin heated up. Seth slowly parted his lips, with hishands still trapped by Dom’s. It didn’t hurt to make out.

Domenico was aggressivein his kisses and pushed Seth flat on the table, still comfortably settledbetween Seth’s thighs where the heat was strongest. Seth let out a nasalwhimper, embarrassed by its high pitch as soon as it left his lips. His mouthwas eager to accept Dom's tongue, but his hand kept pushing back Dom's stomachas if parts of his body had made two different decisions.

Domenico’s sudden retreatmade Seth look up in confusion, but as soon as those strong hands grabbed hiship in what was a clear attempt at turning him to his stomach, Seth foughtback, trying to stand on the floor again. This was a wake-up call. He grabbedDom’s wrist with one hand and pushed at his arm with the other. How could thisfucker be so strong? Seth grunted in exertion, but it was no use, and Domenicopushed his face into the tabletop, holding him in place with his own weight.The worst thing was that Seth could already feel the bulge straining againsthis ass.

“It hurt last time!”Seth yelped and hit his forehead against the table in frustration. He stilledfor a moment, but he had to face the truth—he wasn’t fighting with all hisstrength. It was as if the decision still wasn’t there. One part of him wasafraid of the brutal man on top of him, the other aroused by his weight andbrute force. Seth’s skin burned in the tiny area on his back, between his jeansand T-shirt where his body touched Dom’s with no barrier. A warm tongue at theback of his neck made his stomach clench with desire.

“You’ll get used to it,”whispered Domenico, his tone lubricating the way for his hand to slip insidethe front of Seth’s pants.

“I don’t wanna,” Sethmoaned, even though his dick was rock hard. He wiggled his hips, trying to slipout of the vise-like embrace, but all he got was to rub his ass against Dom’scock.

“Stop being such awimp,” rasped Domenico, pushing the jeans and underwear off Seth’s hips. It setoff an alarm in Seth's head as loud as a fire engine.

Seth grabbed on to thetable, silenced by Dom’s words. Was he a wimp for complaining? Or was he a wimpfor not complaining enough? The breath on his neck and the slippery tip ofDom’s cock on his buttock weren’t helping him focus.

Domenico’s hand waskeeping Seth’s face on the table when the other tickled his buttocks. Before heknew it, two slick fingers penetrated his anus without warning. It did burn,and his muscles clenched around the digits, but the pressure lessened with thelack of movement.

Seth squealed like a pigand writhed desperately, his toes curling. His face was on fire. “I-I mean…”Seth had no idea what to say. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt this time? But then againhe had to be rational. Dom didn’t like him, he’d be as mean after as he’d beenall day. Seth tried to wiggle his hips away, though his cock was throbbing fortouch.

“You what?” raspedDomenico as his fingers moved again, drilling Seth’s ass, already preparing itfor the cock that was a constant presence at Seth’s buttock.

“Fuck.” Seth stoppedstruggling altogether, breathing on the wood of the table. “I can’t believe I’mletting you do this.” His T-shirt was already sticking to his back, shivers ofexcitement reaching Seth’s balls. There was discomfort, yes, but the fireignited by a presence inside him was unmatched by anything he’d experienced sofar.

“Is it so good?”Domenico reached Seth’s gland, making him weak in the knees, but before Sethcould even recover from the shock of pleasure, the blunt presence of somethingmuch broader than the fingers pierced his body.

“Fuck, it’s so wide,”Seth moaned and writhed under Dom, dragging his feet on the floor like a bullready to charge. He didn’t mean it as a compliment and swore at himself when herealized it could be interpreted this way. The constant panting created awetness on the table by his face.

Domenico’s groanconfirmed his incorrect interpretation of Seth's words, but Seth embraced thefirm hug he got as soon as Dom was settled all the way in his ass. At least heremained motionless for the pain to pass. “You are so fucking tight... didanyone tell you that?” His chest shook with a laugh. “No, no one did, I’m yourfirst.”

Seth tensed up, barelybreathing, the problems in gasping for air making him light-headed. “‘Cause Ialways topped.” Seth groaned, adjusting to the thickness inside of him. He knewwhat to expect, so despite the discomfort, he at least knew what to lookforward to. This mindfuck would never end.

“Good, fresh pickingsfor me.” Domenico’s teeth on his back were sending jolts of electricity up anddown Seth’s body.

Seth arched his hips,trying out different angles to see how it would feel. “Pig.”

The sudden move Dom madewith his hips was enough to press a sharp yell out of him. It hurt like fuck.Shaking, he turned his head away from Domenico’s warm breath.

“Don’t insult a man whenhe’s got his cock up your ass.”

Seth clenched his handsinto fists, drops of sweat beading on his tense thighs. “Oh yeah? Say thatagain, and I’ll throw you off,” he rasped against the rational part of hisbrain which was telling him to just take it and shut up.

Domenico’s laugh hot onhis back was unsettling. He slammed his cock back all the way inside, the burnso bad Seth got to his toes, squealing. He didn’t even know if the sounds hewas making were more embarrassing or the fact that he was too weak to avoidtheir cause.

“I want to see you try.”

White rage fogged overSeth’s mind, his arms trembling. This wasn’t how he wanted it to be. He knew inthe position he was in, struggle was futile. Before he could evaluate if it wasa good decision, Seth grabbed the fork off the table and swung his hand backwith it, trying to stab Dom, but it was a useless attempt. Domenico grabbed hiswrist and twisted it so rapidly, Seth almost stopped to breathe with the pain.The utensil dropped to the wood and Domenico launched himself at Seth withouteven an ounce of mercy. Within seconds, his rapid thrusting turned Seth’s assnumb and sore at the same time.

“Don’t you fuck withme!” gasped Domenico, slapping his hips into Seth’s buttocks over and over.

Seth clenched his teeth,but moans and whimpers kept leaving his mouth. At one moment he curled up andthe next, he straightened up his legs, lifting Dom like an angry bull. “Getoff! I’m not your bitch!” he rasped.

“Then don’t act like alittle wimpy bitch.” Domenico bit his shoulder, never stopping the assault.Seth’s pulse was muting everything other than his own breath and the slap ofskin against skin.

“How dare you!? Howfucking dare you!” Seth yelled at him, tensing his muscles even more and hereached out for the gun peeking out of Dom’s trench coat on the chair. His bodytrembled under Dom’s. “Trapped” didn’t cut it.

Domenico didn’t evenrespond, but slowed down his initially punishing thrusts. He was now makingbroad, slightly circular movements with his hips, nailing Seth’s prostatealmost every time. With his rich, manly smell gluing to Seth like the sweetesthoney, Seth let his arm fall back on the table. He put his sweaty cheek on thewood, already knowing he would never reach that gun. The way Dom’s cock touchedexactly the right place inside of him muted the pain from before, confusing himso bad, he shut his eyes. He was going into complete sensory overload, when ontop of all the smells and the rough pounding, the tip of his own cock brushedagainst the underside of the table top.

Domenico’s voice got tohim through the sounds of their gasps and heartbeats. “Feels better today,doesn’t it?”