Venom

《 Fifty - Four 》 M

The bed squeaked with the tiger's rough thrusts as he dug Lorenzo's body into the mattress with force. The smaller man couldn't even think properly. His mind was long gone, already submitted to the pleasure his husband was giving him.

"Ah..ah.." Lorenzo's eyes rolled back as he felt shocks run through his body. His moans were turning the tiger on even more. "Mmm...s-so rough.."

"You love it, though." Yifan smirked.

"I do..ah!"

"Who am I?" Lorenzo cried out in pleasure as the younger man whispered that question in his ear.

The smaller man ran his nails down his husband's chest and abs, breaking the skin and drawing streaks of blood. Yifan didn't care at all. He loved it. Lorenzo could mark him however he pleased. Who was the taller man to refuse his lover? Lorenzo began to cry from how good Yifan was making him feel. His husband's pleasure and love felt overwhelming in a good way. The taller man asked him the question again.

"I. Asked. Who. Am. I?" He growled out each word with matching rough thrusts.

"You're my....ah..husband!" Lorenzo's back arched as Yifan's lips kissed his pink buds.

"Who do you belong to?" His husband's hot breath fanned his bruised skin that was aching with lovebites, giving Lorenzo goosebumps.

"Y-You. I only belong to you." The elder whimpered as he felt his stomach start to tighten. He was so close to coming.

"Tell me." Yifan pulled out and his lover whined. The taller man flipped his husband over and entered him again. Lorenzo's shaky knees dug into the sheets as Yifan pounded into him from behind. The tiger's lips kissed his shoulder as he snapped his hips roughly. "While we were apart, did you think of anyone else?"

"N-Never." The truth slipped from his lips as drool dripped down Lorenzo's chin.

"Make sure you keep it that way. You can't love anyone other than me. I own every inch of you. Your heart, body, mind, and soul. Every breath you take, every tear you cry. Everything is mine. You understand, doll?"

The tiger's possessive voice asked roughly and his lover nodded. A large hand came forward and wrapped around Lorenzo's throat, forcing him to arch his neck. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Y-Yes! I'm all yours, Fan. I won't look at any other man." Lorenzo's breathing became sharper as he felt his sweet spot get abused repeatedly.

"Who is Haoran's father?"

"Y-You! He's your son."

"You're mine, Lorenzo. You were mine the moment I put that ring on your finger. You were mine from the moment you stepped into my bedroom that night. You were mine from the moment you introduced yourself as my husband to my family. If any bastard dares to even look at you with a bad gaze, I'll rip his eyes out."

Lorenzo's moans echoed off the dark walls without shame as Yifan pounded into his entrance without mercy. His husband's possessive claims drove the smaller man crazy to the point where he couldn't think. Yifan's lips marked any bare skin he could find as Lorenzo's fingers scratched his arm. The tiger kept hitting his lover's sweet spot roughly as blood dripped down the broken skin Lorenzo had scratched. When their gazes met, Lorenzo saw a crazed man smirking down at him. His thrusts were so rough that the bed broke under the mattress. A loud sound of wood breaking filled the bedroom and the mattress went down slightly.

"F-Fan!" Lorenzo screamed as he came untouched. His cum splashed all over the sheets beneath him, staining them.

The younger man pulled out slowly and pressed a kiss to his lover's spine. "God, you feel amazing."