Wrath

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"So decide" Wrath said, hoping to be the one that Sephire chose "decide" he repeated confused "prison, or helping me with my anger" Wrath shrugged nonchalantly.

Of course the boy would chose the one opposed to prison. But he didn't know what it would require because right after he turned white as Wrath stripped off his shirt, and ran his tongue along his lower teeth.

"Sex is how I get rid of my anger" Wrath explained and watched as Sephire with shaky hands, pulling his shirt over his head. He yelped as Wrath shoved his hands down, when his shirt was covering his eyes and forced his arms into the area between the door and the seat. He was stuck and his shirt was blindfolding him.

"Hey" he shouted but it muffled as Wrath grabbed him in a possessive kiss, bruising the plumpness that was Sephires lips. Slipping his tongue inside, he shoved it as far back as he could in Sephires throat, laughing as he gagged.

"You must have a poor gag reflex" Wrath mocked and undid the buttons on both his and Sephires pants, dragging them to the ground and discarding them on the ground.

Leaning over the seat, he popped open the middle console and grabbed a condom and some lube, rolling the latex over his big throbbing cock. He pulled Sephires knees over his shoulders and pouring a generous amount of lube on his tight hole.

"Hold on" Wrath muttered below his breath and used the tip of his dick so move the lube around and tease Sephire who whimpered slightly and bite his lip.

A chuckle came from Wrath before he shoved the tip in, Sephire yelped and bite down on his lips even harder, to the point the blood flooded around his teeth.

All the blood did was make Wrath painfully hard as he shoved himself inside, balls deep and listened to the sweet sound of pained screams coming from the Rascal beneath him, writhing on his expensive seats from the pain.

Wrath pistoned himself so he could straight jab Sephire right in the prostate and make him realize loud mewls of pleasure and shake his hands for their escape.

He consistently rammed himself inside, feeling the tight walls of Sephire clench and hold on each time he pulled out, making him groan and want to coat this man in his cum.

Putting his hand around, Wrath knew that without Sephire being able to see, everything would be more sensitive and wrapped his hand around the base of Sephires dick. He let out a low groan and jerked his hips up, whining when he was held down.

Wrath held him down, fucking him and hitting the spot every time he filled up Sephires wet hole. He slowly stroked the man up and down lazily, watching with hooded eyes as the mans dick started pulsating with need.

Wrath watched as his stomach clenched, time to teach his little rascal a lesson he won't remember.