The Master [MxMxM+]

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When Linder had talked about hating any strain on his delicate muscles, sex hadn't been what he meant.

He loved the way the Master filled him up, the way he pounded relentlessly deep inside him, the powerful body that seemed to crush his every time they were at it.

If you asked him, this was all the exercise anyone ever needed.

"Fuck!" He wasn't expecting such a forceful thrust all of a sudden but that was the way it was sometimes with the Master.

Perspiration was close to rolling off the both of them, but with all the adrenaline he felt, he could go on for ever.

"So sexy..."

Fuck. No one had ever called him sexy before but somehow the Master seemed to make it a point to let him know every now and then.

Linder's hands roamed the Master's broad back, they rippled with solid muscle. His fingernails dug in when everything got too intense.

"Daddy! I'm going to..."

"Come?" The Master smirked looking down at him, holding his gaze while continuing to thrust roughly inside him.

"Please..." he should have told him to stop or just slow down. "More, please."

"As you wish."

The strong hands closed around his neck and squeezed, Linder whimpered but it came out as a struggle for air.

His nails dug in further and the Master grunted low and sensual.

Rough sex made his toes curl, and no one made him feel the way the Master did. Even now that he was holding back.

Sometimes it got unreal, so much that his legs didn't feel like his own after they were done. Sitting down became a real task. But how he loved the feeling.

The length rammed harder into him. "Ye...sss." His air wasn't enough to properly get the words out. "I'm... ah! ah! a..."

Linder tried to take deep breaths. That was impossible.

The Master shot his load while brutally continuing his onslaught. "Fuck!" He groaned, squeezing Linder's neck just a little bit tighter.

Linder's eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hips buckled and he came. Pretty generously. The pleasure almost felt like it could go on for ever.

The hand on his neck finally loosened and he pulled in deep breaths. His air was cut off again by the Master. The lips claimed his and his mind went blank. Every man should kiss like this.

The Master broke away. "Like I said, you shatter really beautifully underneath me."

"Fuck..."

It didn't take long before the Master had lifted him off to the shower. The spray of water was like heaven against their fatigue. "You were the one doing all the work, how are you not tired as I am?"

"I thought that was obvious," the Master shampooed Linder's hair. "I'm strong."

"Oh right yeah."

"Put your arms around my waist if you need support."

Even if he was as energetic as a bull in a pit, he'd still do it. 

He closed his eyes and his imagination took over. The hands in his hair belonged to someone else, they calmed his entire soul as he melted into his touch. Then belonged to someone far kinder, someone a little more Asian.

Shock opened up Linder's eyes and he got a little shampoo inside them. "Son of a-!"

The Master chuckled and washed it off. "What tempted you to open your eyes?"