stupid little tom x gatsby fanfic

lust .

"Tell anyone about this and i'll blow those pretty eyes of yours out of your damn head." Tom whispered, the scent of alcohol still lingering as he spoke. Tom dropped the gun near the other man's head, pulling the covers over them. Gatsby's eyes welled up, unable to watch.
"Tom. Please. Stop." He begged, his voice shaking as he began to cry.
Tom put his hand over the other man's throat, choking him sufficiently, not enough to kill him but enough to hurt him. "Shut up. You're going to do exactly what i tell you to."
Gatsby winced, trying to contain himself for what was about to come. "Tom , please , you don't know what you're doing." Gatsby flinched as his clothes were torn off of him, holding onto Tom , horrified but searching for at least some sort of comfort and praying he came to his senses. "You're out of your mind. Please."
Tom snickered as he buried his face in the crook of Gatsby's neck, his body pressing against the other man's as he began to kiss and bite his neck, trailing down to his collarbones and looking up at him with a deceitful smirk.
"Your skin tastes so sweet. I wonder if you taste any sweeter." The drunk teased, speaking in a seductive yet firm tone. "On your knees. Don't just sit there and look pretty." He ordered, watching as Gatsby complied, holding onto a pillow as his hands shook.
Gatsby was tantalized by the window, staring at the sea before them, wishing he was anywhere. Anywhere but here. His mind started to blur as Tom kissed him, his dignity vanishing from his body as he felt a pill slip onto his tongue. He felt the other man suck his tongue, moaning softly and shutting his eyes. He knew he should be angry, but he was completely oblivious to the pill and its effect. His eyes shut tightly as he felt Tom push inside of him, the sensation overwhelming. He felt the warmth go from excruciating to pleasant, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the loud moaning filling the room. Gatsby knew his place and realized no one would hear him. He gave up on saving himself completely as he felt pleasure whilst being violated. Tom shuddered, his pace increasing as Gatsby clutched onto the sheets, his knuckles turning white. He mewled as he felt the other man's thrusts get sloppier. Tom chuckled, wiping the tears of pleasure off of Gatsby's face. He then pulled the other man's head back as he came, groaning in satisfaction. The alcohol began to settle in as his head began to hurt, his eyes widening as he felt Gatsby shift underneath him to clean him up.
"H..Hey.. You really don't need to—"
Tom's face went red as the other man began to suckle on his shaft, suppressing his moans. He already knew he was going to cum again, holding Gatsby's head down and savoring the sound of his choking and gagging. His release was imminent, screaming in pleasure as he felt Gatsby swallow his seed.