Captain

Boy's Night III

Chaotic. It felt like a chaotic drive was wrecking him.

The intense heightened paralyzing feeling of sweet hellish lust Knox aroused in him was cruelty. His actions right now had nothing to do with the alcohol running through his veins.
It had everything to do with this unfathomable sudden want. He was barely tipsy but his mind was reverberating into a cinch of failing control.

What he wanted was muddy and classified as insane in his head but that was the last place that was doing the thinking. He didn't know what he wanted from the man who was so willingly, so desperately clawing his hands down his back to drag him closer, sealing their mouths together over and over messily, roughly and aggressively but he knew what he needed. The softness of Knox's mouth was embedding straight down to the pits of his stomach and wringing him of all sane thoughts and carving an instinct out of him that he suppressed.

Fucking god. Shit. Fucking hell. Knox tasted like everything wrong but good.

Tonight couldn't end without him fucking the senses out of Knox. He had to put all this anger, and bottled-up bad volitions into the reason why he was feeling it in the first place.

Knox needed punishment to learn and he was never so glad to put into action.

Victor had Knox's back on his office door. They barely stumbled in before Victor shoved it close, spun the man to its surface, pushing him unto it roughly and took his lips once again without hesitation because god, if it didn't stroke a fire inside him that needed it. Knox's mouth was unskilled at the manoveur of kissing but the eagerness and willingness to take was maddening. His lips accommodated Victor's perfectly, moving wantonly in a way he could only dream of. His tongue was ravishing Knox's mouth, pulling whines and moans from his throat. Each one of them just pumping pre cum out of his balls.

Victor's cock was straining against his pants zipper and he needed two fucking reasons not to turn Knox right now, pull down his pants and shove himself deep enough into his ass and fuck him until he begged for mercy.

Fuck. He needed none. Nothing could stop him now.

The boy had been begging since he started this fucked up faking of being a woman behind a screen. Knox wanted this. The way he was shuddering with every lick of Victor's tongue over his was madness.

The thought sent a desire so shocking down to his gut that he pushed his hands down to Knox's leg and hoisted it up so it hooked around his waist and spun him. He ungracefully pushed the man back to his desk without breaking the contact of their lips and laid him on it, mounting the man between his legs.

It was as if Knox was built to submit to him, built to give the control of his body over with the way he accepted the weight of his torso so good. Knox's body was familiar, yet so foreign. He'd sat on the man's chest countless of times. He'd twisted his legs into every angle too many times to count yet right now with it wrapping around his waist, in this sexual risque way made it so much more mind-numbingly riveting. Victor's mind was gone and he could only think with his dick.

Fuck. He wanted to fuck Knox so bad. He wanted to push his length so deep into every hole the man had and break him—make him wish upon every star that he never pushed him to this point of insatiable want. The urge was astoundingly aggravating and painful but god, was it destroying him.

His arm slammed down next to Knox's head as he separated their lips to breathe. Knox was breathing hard, with flushed cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded and blown. His hair was messy, and saliva dripped down the side of his mouth. He looked glorious like this. With his body under Victor's, at his complete mercy, just ready to be taken to glory in ways he never knew existed.