Convalescence (MxM)

The Faces of Hesitation (7- New Ending Version)

•Spicy Content + •TW•

"You have a strange definition of 'interesting.'" Deimos attempted to sound annoyed, but his voice came out rougher, thinner, through his teeth than he had meant. Whether this was due to fear or something even scarier than that, Deimos didn't try to contemplate as he looked away, his gaze landing on Blake as if to ground himself. The air in the room held a thickness, tainted by arousal and guilt and rage. Ammon smirked, a look in his eyes as if he could taste all of it.

"Yeah?" Though his tone held a hint of a question, Deimos knew Ammon wasn't curious in the slightest.

Reaching his hands around Deimos's waist, Ammon firmly gripped Deimos's ass. As if he weighed nothing, Ammon lifted Deimos and carried him to the bed. He dropped him down next to Blake, who kept looking between the two, wondering what would happen next, practically holding his breath. Blake could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears, clogging his throat; He should've been repulsed, wanted to. But shame wrapped around him like barbed wire, digging into his skin with an ache for more, the anticipation clawing at him.

"Strip." The clipped tone of Ammon's voice caused a lump to form in Blake's throat as he watched Deimos slowly pull his sweatpants the rest of the way off of his waist. He didn't flinch, didn't hesitate, just followed the command. Deimos didn't know how to feel about that, his eyebrows furrowing at his own actions.

Ammon wasted no time, following suit as he dropped his jeans, looking ready to devour Deimos.

"Wait..." Blake had never heard Deimos's voice so hesitant before, so unsure. Deimos didn't know how to approach his request without openly defying Ammon. It was like trying to walk a tightrope made of razors.

Ammon raised an eyebrow, standing over Deimos dangerously close. If Deimos leaned forward even slightly, his face would be met with Ammon's heated erection.

"I... You tore me. It hasn't had any time to heal properly. Isn't there some other way for me to get you off? I really... don't like being penetrated." Blake was once again blown away by Deimos's words, his tone. Deimos doubted Ammon would care, having forcefully entered him three times now. Twice just recently, and now he wanted to tear open the barely healed wounds? Though skeptical, Deimos still spoke his mind, ready for the backlash. He expected no remorse.

"Suck me off then. If you do a good job, I won't fuck you. But you'd better fully satisfy me, or I'll make use of you however I see fit." Ammon didn't sound annoyed, didn't falter in his response, just spoke to Deimos matter-of-factly. Deimos hid his surprise well, looking down at Ammon's hardened length.

Though he didn't like the idea, Deimos didn't hesitate. He'd rather this than to be bent over again. He was shocked at Ammon's response, having expected Ammon to just do as he pleased without any regard, like he'd always done.

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Deimos licked Ammon's shaft from hilt to head before engulfing the sensitive skin in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip and hollowing his cheeks as he pressed Ammon's length as deeply down his throat as he could. Luckily, enough time had passed that the edges of his lips had healed, unlike the tear to his hole.

Ammon groaned, gripping Deimos by his hair. Deimos couldn't help but notice how... light Ammon's touch was. His fingers tangled and gripped the strands tightly, but it wasn't rough the way it had been. It was almost as if he was intentionally being gentle. 

"Blake. You just gonna watch?" Ammon smirked towards Blake's wide green eyes, using his grip in Deimos's hair to force his head to bob, though Deimos wasn't complaining. He did moan around Ammon's cock, protesting his words.