An unforgivable kind of love (Completed)

An unforgivable kind of love- chapter 4

"Bit pasty today on answers weren't we Phil?" Dan seethed, tossing his keys down on the granite surface.
"Sorry, i'm jus-"
"Oh save the excuses, do you think I fucking care?" Dan spat back rhetorically, shoving his leather jacket off and tossing it down on the back of the sofa.
But Phil just stood stiffly in the door way, just watching Dan reel himself up with the anger. The smaller boys body was tense, his face was flushed red from the sudden outburst and Phil just felt frozen.
Phil wasn't sure of the answer to Dans question, I mean did he care? Really? Phil was certain the answer swayed more to the 'no' side of the invisible scale, but his expression just remained flat.
Dan had come closer by now, his eyes were dark and emotionless and Phil stilled, waiting for something, anything that would relieve the flared up boys tension.
And there is was.
A hard, firm slap to his right cheek made his head jerk slightly, a sudden involuntary hiss escape his lips as his sweltering skin pulsed and stung and his eyes clamped shut at the pain that washed over him.
Phil gripped his face to relieve the pain, but Dan had his wrist, tugging it away and pinning him to the wall with ease. He looked so malicious and clouded, Phil couldn't bare to spare another glance.
Fingers were now tightly secured around both his wrists, nails biting into and breaking the flesh making Phil's pain reach almost unbearable. Tiny streams of blood trickled down his wrists, between his fingers and his eyes brimmed with glossy tears.
Dan just spat on his face, watching Phil bite back all the pain he was forcing into him.
And then he'd moved to his shoulders, shoving him down so hard he surrendered to his knees, right in front of Dan. Tears were already slipping down his pale cheeks, and Dan just made that worse by grabbing a fistful of Phil's hair at the scalp, pulling and dragging at it with an iron grip almost making Phil squeal out. But he took it.
"Now, I'm gonna make a fucking proper use of that sweet fucking mouth of yours, so you better comply or this is going to be a whole lot harder," He tugged at Phil's hair once more, and Phil released a strangled whimper that sounded something along the lines of 'okay'.
But Dan was prominent, quickly flipping open the button of his jeans and dragging down the zipper. He yanked his jeans a little more down his thighs quickly, before doing the same with his boxers; releasing his painfully hard cock.
And Phil gulped down with anticipation, tear blurred eyes making it all that harder to see anything. He promptly set one of his hands around the base of Dan's length, but Dan quickly batted it away with a harsh look, eyes still solid cold.
And Phil knew what this meant, so he drew his hands obediently behind his back, letting his head dip foreword and his warm lips wrap tightly around cock.
But he knew then this wasn't going to be pleasured at all.
Dan made a hasty grab for Phil's hair, wrapping his fingers tight around the locks before jerking his hips violently into Phil, causing his cock to hit the back of his throat and emit a displeased, spluttered groan.
It didn't stop for what seemed ages, Dan's cock repeatedly hitting the back of his throat, causing him to frequently gag and cough and squirm but that only became noticed with a tight tug of his hair .
His throat was raw and burning and tight, tears rolled down his crimson flushed face and he swore he was going to choke and stop breathing if Dan didn't stop thrusting. Dan was spilling out pleasured moans and groans and Phil's only positive thoughts were 'at least Dan feels good'.
Because truly he cared about Dan, just Dan obviously didn't care about him.
And by the end of it all, Dan slipped out a string of unforgivable curse words, letting his come spill down Phil's aching throat, releasing his hair and shoving him to the floor; leaving the young boy in a sobbing, agonising mess.
"Slut, only good for one thing you are."
Phil just curled up tight, swallowing down the aftertaste of Dan with displeasure. His body was racking with sobs and how ever many times he told himself to stay strong, to keep himself welded together for his own sake; he knew it was dawning on impossible.

A/N Lol I haven't updated in ages 😂😂 oops, so much for the "scheduled" oops.. I love you snowflakes and I'll update as soon as I can :) xxx ❤️