Russian Roulette |-/ Joshler

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Tyler shoved Josh against a wall, Josh's face pressing into the cold concrete.

He reached up and pulled Josh's head back by his hair, his lips pressing to the older boys right ear.

"You have no idea how angry you've made me. If I didn't love you, I'd sure as hell blow your brains out right now." Tyler growled.

He pushed himself against Josh, one of his hands still holding Josh's over his head. The other snaked around to rest on Josh's stomach.

"I thought I could make you love me by being kind to you, but I guess that isn't working. Is it?" Tyler asked, his lips still pressed to Josh's ear, he bit down on the older boys earlobe, sucking at it teasingly.

Josh gulped, the feeling unwillingly exciting him.

Tyler lowered his hand from Josh's stomach to the hem of his jeans, sliding it slowly into his boxers.

"Is it?" He repeated. Grazing his fingers over Josh's member, the touch causing it to twitch slightly.

Josh breathed in deeply. "N-no."

"I'll just have to be rough, won't I?" Tyler asked huskily.

He wrapped his hand around Josh's member, pulling down on it.

Josh gasped. Tears brimming in his eyes. He hated his body for reacting in such a way against his will.

Tyler lowered his hand more, thumbing at Josh's slit. Josh moaned loudly, unable to keep himself together.

"Won't I?" Tyler pressed on.

Josh's moans continued, echoing thought the corridor, as Tyler continued to pull and rub at his member.

"Y-yes." Josh breathed out.

He felt so embarrassed at how needy he  must seem to Tyler. But he couldn't help it.

Josh really didn't want to admit it, but Tyler knew exactly what he was doing, and even though he wouldn't say it, Josh wanted more.

"Don't forget. This is supposed to be punishment." Tyler said, retreating his hand, and popping the button on Josh's jeans, then his own.

He let go of Josh's hands and held him against the wall with his upper body.

"Don't you dare move." Tyler ordered, stepping back slightly to pull Josh's jeans down. Then he pulled down his own, moaning slightly as his member was exposed to the cold air.

Josh turned his head slightly, instantly knowing what Tyler had planned.

His heart began to beat fast, he'd never had any kind of serious intercourse with another guy before.

He wasn't sure he wanted to.

He wanted out.

But as Tyler pressed himself back up against Josh, slicking himself up with spit and aligning his head with Josh's entrance, all rational thoughts evaporated as the only thing he could focus on was pain as Tyler pushed in.

This time, when tears brimmed in the older boys eyes, he let them fall freely.

Tyler pushed himself in all the way, Josh's cries of pain sending guilt through his entire being.

But he didn't stop. Josh had to be punished.

Josh could barely breathe, his whole body pressed against a cold wall as Tyler pulled back out, only to slam himself back in moments later.

The pain was unlike anything else, but it decreased slightly as Tyler reached round and began to pump Josh quickly in time with his thrusts.

Moans began to slips past Josh's lips as the pain began to subsidise, slowly turning into pleasure.

Tyler grunted, pulling out of Josh completely.

Josh couldn't help but whine, his cheeks flushed a bright red.

"Turn around." Tyler ordered.

Josh did as he was told, turning to face Tyler, the ache in his backside making him visibly cringe.

Tyler leaned forward, bringing Josh into a slow kiss. He brushed his tongue against Josh's bottom lip, the older boy opening up eagerly.

Tyler tongue swiped over Josh's, Tyler moaned into his mouth, Josh pushing forward, trying to gain dominance, but soon retreated as Tyler grinded their crotches together.

"Up." Tyler mumbled against Josh lips, gripping Josh's thighs.

Josh wrapped his legs around the younger boy, feeling Tyler's head press against his entrance.

Tyler pushed himself back in, Josh groaning at the burning sensation.

Before he knew it, Josh was a moaning mess as Tyler continued to slam into Josh's prostate.

"I-I'm going t-to-" he cut himself short, trying to hold back his release.

"Do it." Tyler growled, biting down on Josh's shoulder, feeling himself nearing release.

Josh let out a pornographic moan, gripping Tyler's short hair tightly as he came all over their chests.

The sight pushed Tyler over the edge, releasing deep inside the older boy.

Tyler pressed their sweaty foreheads together.

"Don't ever try to leave me again."