LoveAffair( mxm )

15

Timothy had a long list of odd, kinky and simply crazy places he had sex in, but nothing compared to him being sprawled on the desk of his father's former office, now his, and fucked relentlessly by no other than the infamous Archibald Carmichael.
Forbidden sex was always sweet but that level of forbidden was just too exciting that his body was feeling it so much he had to hold himself back from climaxing too soon.
His hand was clamped over his mouth as he tried to muffle his moans and cries of pleasure, he could barely keep his eyes open due to the intense spasms coursing through his body.
"Do you like it? doing it in your office?"
Archibald stared at him down, licking his lips in lust over the sight. He picked up the pace and thrust faster and harder, wanting to see more of Timothy's expressions.
The door wasn't locked, someone could get in at any moment and be shocked to his core, but Timothy didn't care. He just wanted to be devoured by Archibald's sinful body.    Just a few days, that's what it took to make his body and mind surrender so easily and wantonly, as if he was starving.
He was high, intoxicated with the sweet fire that burned in his body and made him almost feverish.  It was so good, so satisfying and exciting and all he could do was stare back at the man that was giving him it all.
Timothy stared both in admiration and fear underneath the lust of the moment, his chest felt tight as he looked deep into those eyes. He wanted to run away yet stay right there forever, he wanted to be closer.  A selfish nagging stab to his heart told him it wasn't enough. He needed more, wanted more.
"More..." he panted out overwhelmed " give me more..."
Archibald was only happy to comply to the desires of his partner, not knowing their true meaning and how greedy they really were.
With a smirk he went at it harder,  putting more efforts to satisfy them both.
"I'm coming! "
Timothy gasped as he reached his climax and spilled over himself,  not caring in the least about the mess he made. Archibald wasn't far behind,  he growled and let out a few last thrusts as his body calmed from the high.
They were silent, reigning their breath back. Archibald pulled from Timothy with a smirk forming on his lips.
" I think you could use some tissues " he gestured to Timothy's stomach, he threw the condom in the trash bin that stood in the corner and fixed his clothes.
Timothy couldn't respond, his body was still recovering but more importantly his mind was still processing. He stayed sprawled on the desk, staring at the ceiling panting ,  he could faintly hear Archibald in the background continuing to throw teasing comments, blind to his state.
What is wrong with me?
The high of the moment was pushed aside by the assault of thoughts that he helplessly tried to organize to make some sense. He was searching for some logic, avoiding stubbornly the one thought he didn't want to face, a thought that struggled forward  against his will to be acknowledged.
He didn't want nor need this right now or at all frankly, it was too ridiculous how little control he had over this. He knew to his very core that this could only lead to bad things,  but still he couldn't prevent it from happening.
Please, no...
He was silently begging to god knows who to save him , rescue him from what would surely be his damnation. The further he indulged in his thoughts, the deeper he sunk in his own darkness, the fear gripping onto him tightly and pulling at him.
Please, not again...
Seth flashed in his mind and he gasped, shutting his eyes as his body shook.
He could faintly hear Archibald calling him but he couldn't react,  his breaths came shallow and rushed.
Calm down, Calm down...
He tried to pull himself from the raging storm he was in but he couldn't get through, couldn't find the control.
Can't breath...
It was all in his head, he was telling himself over and over but his body seemed to act otherwise. He was spiraling, trembling defeated to the sensations coursing through his body. His throat felt tight, his airways closing and suffocating him.
He was in darkness, cold and brutal darkness,  alone and no one could hear him screaming,  shouting for help, his voice was muted.
This is how it has been, no one was there for him, he was in his own darkness-  always alone, uncared for, scared to breath.
Why would anyone care?
His parents didn't care, Lizzy didn't care, his colleagues didn't care, and Seth... Seth was gone.
Why would anyone notice the despair he was in? it didn't concern them and their perfect lives,  it was his own burden,  he deserved it after all.
Maybe the root to all of his problems weren't his parents,  maybe he was the cause, maybe he was the one that didn't fit in.
Was he even trying ?
Everyone around him seemed to be happy and content with their lives, everyone except for him.
He married a woman but he was still seeking men and now his heart wanted one man in particular.
I don't want to deal with this anymore
He just wanted to let that darkness swallow him, it was cold and frightening but it was also comforting, he couldn't breathe... he felt numb.