It was night, the lights off as Marshall squirmed around in his small bed, Kelly asleep in his king sized one above him. His back side stinging dully, his jaw and throat sore
Every position he settled on hurt his ass. His back and legs were pretty tender from the hard fucking earlier too.
His entrance felt ruined, still feeling the dildo when ever he moved, even when it wasn't in him.
Tears of discomfort and confusion pricked his eyes, he doesn't even know how to feel about his current situation.
After a while of silent whimpering and shoving his face in downy bed materal to stifle his voice, he fell asleep.
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Kelly woke before Marshall, planning on making breakfast for the both of them and clean up the guest room Em stayed in prior.
Before leaving the room, he stood above Em's bed, who somehow fit himself in it fully.
Marshall rested on his side with his legs bent partially to his chest, due to.the leather straps. Kells smirked as he ran his fingers through Marshall's fuzzy short hair, causing the other to groan softly.
On his way out of his bedroom, he stopped outside of the guest room, examining the mess in there. Herding up Marshall's discarded clothes, he felt one of the pockets buzz.
He picked the device out, swiping the screen, unlocking it with ease.
There were a few unread texts and calls from Paul and Dre asking for his where abouts, something along the lines of why he isn't answering his phone and why he isn't at the studio. Kelly checked the date and time real quick, 9:30 am on a monday.
"Haa... Fuck.."
Grimacing as he urged himself to jog back to Em, the clothes still in hand, he can't afford to keep Em too long, he can't have their situation to get too suspicious if he wants this to last.
Before he rentered his room he hangs back at the door frame for a second.
Pondering if he should or not, he gets his own phone out of his pocket and enters Paul's and Dre's numbers in his contacts from Em's.
"Could use this later..."
When he finally enters the room, he strides to the from on his floor. Dropping to his knees, plopping the clothes beside him, softly shaking Em's shoulders, causing the other to groggily wake.
"Morning princess~"
The smaller male blinked the sleep from his eyes, too groggy to focus them correctly up at the taller. Kelly gently helps him, positioning him to sit up.
The blonde chuckles as the other wines as the sit.
"As much as I'd like you stay, you need to be somewhere else right now."
Marshal nodded his head to the side, brain buffering for a second. Oh yeah, I need'a be at the studio.
He kept the scowl on his face, refusing to speak to the blonde.
"Ima get the straps off, keep in mind what happened last time you got violent."
Em rolled his eyes, allowing Kells peel off the leather. Now free he scrambles to slip on his clothes, Kelly tosses Em's phone to him, who catches it as they put on their pants.
"You got a shit ton of texts."
Marshall stands up and pulls on his hoodie, Kelly points his head to the door.
"Im dropping you off, get ur shoes"
The car ride was silent for the majority of it. Marshall read the texts he got, thinking of some lie to spew once he got to the studio.
Kelly pulls back the shift stick to park in front of an alley way, about a street away from the studio.
He turns to Marshall, sliding his hand to the other's thigh, making the brunnette look up in disgust.
"I'll be looking forward to seeing you to tonight.... I already put my contact into your phone, I'll text you the address later."
Marshall slaps the hand off of his leg, forcefully pulling his fingers on the door handle to get out.
"Fuck off-"
Kelly grabs Marsh's forearm, yanking him back in the car.
"Watch your fucking mouth bitch."
He backhands the Brunette with his other arm, making Marshall glare at him from under his hoodie. A bright red mark blooms on his pale skin, still visible even through his beard. Kelly knew it hurt, he could already see the other's eyes start to water, blissfully watching the other's face twitch with anger.
Kelly used his hands to squeeze Em's jaw and arm, pulling him forward. Both their faces toward the other, Kelly smiles.
"Remember. I'm in control. I can ruin your whole career and life with a single post, this is your last warning."
Kelly flicks his eyes from Em's to his lips, who shakes his head in refusal, cramming his eyes shut.
"No-! Fuck-"
Kelly forces him closer, his mouth connecting with the other's tense one.
He instigates the kiss, Marshall slowly giving into it.
The smaller gets breathless, opening up to the feeling of Kell's warm mouth. Kelly releases Marsh's jaw to pinch his ass, pressing fingers against his clothed hole.
Marshall whines a curse against the taller's lips, squirming from the ache of his ass. The brunette began to arch into the kiss, oblivious of how much he's leaning into the younger.
Kelly pulls off, admiring how out of it Em looks, shaky breathing and lost eyes, and his wet red lips.
"See you after work."
He draws his hands back, leaving one propped loosely on the steering wheel.
Em sucked in hard breaths, wiping his mouth, looking dazed at Kells.
"What...?"
Kelly leaned in, sneering at him.
"You want more?"
Marshall blinked back into reality, jerking away from the blonde, forcefully pushing open the car door.
"Don't miss me too much, sweetheart~"
Em slammed the door on him mid-sentence, quickly jogging back onto the street. Pulling the strings of his hood, closing it tighter around his head, self-conscious of the marks that could be on his neck and collar bone.
Barely able to walk a straight line, his back and ass stinging, he still can't wrap his head around what the fuck he had gotten himself into.
He stops outside the studio doors, putting his hands atop his head. Paceing back and forth, fingers clawing at his head, eyes staring at the ground, threatening to start bawling.
"W-what the fuck am I going to fucking do."
