WARNING; MATURE CONTENT
"Ah-"
Rai moaned aloud as Zade thrust into him, one broad palm spread flat across Rai's lower stomach, tracing down at regular intervals to stroke his cock with a practiced, agonizing rhythm.
It was torture.
It was ecstasy.
It was blinding.
It was intoxicating.
Everything about what they were doing, and the man himself, dragged Rai past the point of reason. He couldn't reject it. He didn't want to. He only wished for more, drawn deeper and deeper into the dark obsession of it all.
And there was no one else to blame but the bastard above him. Yet, deep down, Rai knew it was unfair to lay the fault entirely at Zade's feet.
Because... Rai could dislike this if he truly wanted to. He could easily say no. He knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that if he voiced a single word of protest, Zade would stop.
But he didn't want him to stop.
