• BURN ME •

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Bad Guy

~ CMCO

Snow

Flame's hands are wrapped tight around my throat as he chokes me while he thrusts into me hard and fast. His nails slightly digging into the sensitive skin of my throat. My vision is blurred, and I moan his name shamelessly, which is echoing through his room. Flame grins down at me, and I swear to god, he looks like a fucking Greek god to me at this time. While he keeps panting and moaning, his thrust turn animalistic, fuck it's so hot. He's so hot, what we're doing is hot. I can't think straight, not even for a fucking sec. Flame texted me this morning to come to his place, which I did about two hours ago. "Harder..." I croak hoarsely, I feel my legs shaking. Flame seems to grin wider at my words, before his thrusts get even harder. Panting, I wrap my legs tighter around him, to feel some kind of support, Flame laughs darkly. Which gives me goosebumps all over, I see stars, whether it's because Flame is fucking massacre my prostate or because of the lack of air. I don't know, but damn it, he shouldn't stop. My hands claw at Flame's wrists to also find support there while he chokes me.

The redhead takes his hands off my neck and my hands sink to his bedsheet. Where they claw in, Flame grabs my hips to thrust even deeper into me. He moans darkly, and I swear, his grip is gonna leave marks on my skin. "Fuck... Flame, I'm... I'm going to come if you keep going like that," I say breathlessly. Flame laughs just as breathlessly as I am, his thrusts get longer and more intense but lose their steady pace. Flame's gang necklace, which usually lies on his nightstand, hangs around his neck. The cold metal pendant brushes against my naked, heated chest, leaving a tingle sensation on my skin. "Don't hold back, Fuego Pequeño... I think it's fucking hot when you come for me." He says, I moan and look into his eyes. As his pace slows down even more, it still feels intense. "You're so fucking beautiful, Fuego Pequeño..." he whispers lowly, as if he doesn't want me to hear it. But fuck I heard it, and it increases my self-esteem. Does he really think that?

Flame puts his hands next to my head and moans, while he keeps thrusting into me, he whispers in my ear about how hot I am over and over again, fuck. My stomach clenches and my cock twitches as I get closer to my orgasm. Nacho's fight was three weeks ago, and Flame really hasn't touched me for two weeks. Which almost killed me, I never want to get punished in that way, ever again. My fingers almost painfully dig into the bedsheet. As I feel myself coming, with a loud moan, I come for the second time today. Flame thrusts into me a few more times before he comes, too, deep inside me. "You're my good boy, aren't you?" He raps and licks his lips before he pulls out of me with a satisfied grunt. I nod silently, not able to say a word, because my head is still in this fuzzy post-orgasm state. Flame rolls off me, and lies down next to me. His chest is raising and falling fast, while he tries to come down from his high. He looks at me, "Do you want to take a shower first?" He asks me in a low voice, I look at him for some moments before I'm able to speak. "No, you go, I'm still trying to catch my breath." I explain to him. Flame nods and then gets up from the bed, he stretches a little before he disappears into the bathroom. And I finally have time to think, I run my hand silently through my sweaty hair. I still don't know why I should come here, because Flame told me he wanted to go somewhere. And Flame asked if I had time, so I came here without even asking a single word.

I slowly sit up and stroll towards the bathroom, while trying not to make a mess on the floor. Flame has left the door wide open, like always. I go in and silently lean against the sink, the redhead has his back to me. I watch his muscular back, how his muscles work with every move me makes. "Why should I come here in the first place, big guy?" I break the silence, Flame laughs and turns around, he looks at me. "I wanted you to come with me to see Sam, I didn't want to go to him alone. I have an appointment for my new tattoo..." he explains to me, I nod slightly. "Why don't you ask Nacho or Sophia?" I ask, noticing Flame's sperm slowly pouring out of me. Which still feels a little strange to me. "They both have plans, and I wanted to fuck you. So I made up my mind and called you here." He says, I laugh quietly. "I understand... nice that you're thinking of me, big guy," I say with a grin, even though it stings a bit that I was not the first one he asks. The redhead turns off the shower and gets out of it, he grabs a towel. And wraps it around himself, which is sad, because he looks really fucking hot naked. Without a word I pull the strap off my legs and step into the shower, Flame is standing in front of his mirror, and I can feel him looking at me.