MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

MAN ON THE PROWL

He held him in the air against his body. Comparing to him, he was so tiny and light that he seemed grabbing a simple cup of tea. He kicked out without success. He pulled him closer to him, keeping his arms tightly to his back with one of his hands and with the other holding his waist. One could say he kept him left in suspense against him with only one hand and apparently effortless.

- That role of outraged damsel... I haven't corrupted you, darling. I hope you admit it.

- Let me go!

- You aren't aware, are you? How you smell...

He snuggled up his nose against his neck. It dragged through it from top to bottom and he found it so sexy that drowned out a moan. Funnily enough Lars's smell was driving him crazy. And it was impossible to avoid sticking to each other as they were.

- You smell like fever -he said biting gently his chin-. And do you know what is good for that fever?

He searched his face to say it looking at his eyes. To read his mouth while he said it.

- To sweat -he mumbled with greedy smile.

This time Enzo gave out a whimper. Slightly but audible. He laughed now openly, it was a frank laughter, almost youthful. Almost tender.

- Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you enjoy. But my way -this last he said as a warning and also as a very personal statement to which he didn't admit an argument.

- My arms ache -Enzo complained pitifully.

He had his arms well captured to his back and barely ran his blood through his wrists. He felt real pain. Lars on hearing that he winced insolent and shook several times his head pouting his lips. He was so expressive, so appealing. Enzo was scorching and kept coming closer to him like an irresponsible.

- You won't want only pleasure, right? Who do you think you are? -he said now with a soft contempt tone and his heart skipped a beat.

He struggled with him failing. He remembered he was so free with his hand, he could slap him without scruples. His cold eyes frightened him.

- Enzo, you are in control of your actions. You've opened the door to me and now I'm the master.

- You've opened it.

- Are you sure? Enzo, you had the control and you let me take it. It's as simple as that. Why do you deny it?

He thought how he got in this situation. He wished it. He wished that man exert his power over him. In truth he was begging.

- And now enough of chatting. I've entered to fuck you.

He threw him face down on the sofa. He took off his shoes and pulled his pants down easily. He was freeze, he barely could make any movement. That gave his body a feeling of over exposure that upset him, his stomach spun around. The feelings overlapped one on another. He didn't know what Lars did standing behind him. He didn't talk, almost not breathe. But he knew he was horny and that made his stomach overturned again. He thought he had taken off his pants but he wasn't quite sure. He made him kneel on the armrest of the sofa. He felt his erect penis against one of his buttocks. Inmediately afterwards he ripped open his underpants with a wild pull and Enzo screamed.

Now he was exposed, quite exposed to him and his brutality. He thought about it when that paralyzing fear gave way little by little to an expectation. He didn't know what to expect but it could be said he was expectantly frightened. He wasn't able to admit that drove him crazy. He lifted his ass and spread sharply his legs. He plunged into him with all his might. Enzo shouted. The shout was fierce, thrillingly deep. Sorrowful and liberating too. He was soaked with sweat and shaking uncontrollably and Lars had finished already with him. It had been fast, brutal, so animal.