This Is Gospel (ShimaxYukio)

59. Hurt Me

A/N: Smut warning. Evil, manipulative Shima.

Shima's fingers danced across Kyle's skin, leaving sparks in their wake as they trailed up his shirt. They paused at the pert nipples, lightly pinching at them and succeeding in pulling a moan from Kyle. Shima suddenly grabbed at the neck of the shirt, ripping it apart in a swift motion and discarding them onto the floor. Kyle pouted at this despite his obvious arousal.

"That shirt was kind of expensive." He said under his breath. Shima let out a chuckle, standing to rid himself of his own shirt. Kyle thought he would drool on himself at the sight of such a sculpted body, incredibly turned on by the remnants of of battle wounds that peppered his slightly tanned skin. He gasped as Shima pressed himself flush against him, roughly groping his backside to grind into him.

"It's okay, Princess. Daddy will buy you a new one."

Kyle nearly became a puddle of teenage boy at Shima's feet. Listening to Shima address himself that way was almost enough to make him cum in his panties. His knees buckled and his hips jerked against the older man's, erection becoming incredibly strained. "Oh, fuck." He moaned out, clutching at Shima's biceps as his legs shook beneath him. Shima latched onto his neck, probably intending to leave a mark as his fingers rubbed and pinched at the pink little nubs. The noises that Kyle made only served to spur him on.

"Fuckin' beautiful, baby." Shima breathed out against his ear, breath heavy with arousal as his hard cock pushed against Kyle's belly. "Lemme see those panties."

He didn't wait for Kyle to move, favoring in sliding his hands into the shorts and pulling them down to pool at Kyle's feet with a rough tug. He moved back a bit to ogle at the baby blue lace that hugged slender hips and cupped his round cheeks in all of the right ways, a little bow right at the waistband.

"Look at you; so fucking pretty."

Shima bites his lip, swatting a pale round globe with a grunt and relishing in the lewd noise that Kyle made in response. "You wanna see Daddy's cock, baby?" He asked, popping the buttons on his trousers before palming his erection through the fabric of his jeans. Kyle nodded and grabbed him around the throat roughly, forcing a near scream out of the boy. "Use your words, Princess. Tell Daddy what you want." He said, tone dominating. Kyle gripped at the waist of his pants with trembling fingers.

"I-I-I...want to touch you."

He couldn't tell whether Shima's laughter came from amusement or mockery.

"I fuckin' bet you do. Get on your knees."

Shima's hand roughly forces Kyle onto the carpet, using his free hand to free his erection from the confines of his underwear.

He didn't seem the least bit interested in stripping himself of the rest of his clothing.

Much to his satisfaction, Kyle seemed to be eager about what was to come next. He was practically bouncing on his knees, mouth open and tongue rolling out just short of the swollen head of his cock. With the way that Shima was giving him that wolfish grin, that sinister look in his eyes---Kyle should have been terrified.

He should have been. But he wasn't.

"Just look at you---all hot and ready like the little slut you are. Is that why you dressed that way? So you could fucking tease me into shoving my cock down your throat?"

Kyle whined because---Jesus, fuck---he wanted it so bad! He had never touched any cock but his own before and his filthy fantasies of being used---choked, fucked, slapped around---had begun to unfold before him. He was desperate and though a tiny bit of him wanted to be ashamed, the promise of being fucked out like a blow up doll were far too strong to be washed out so easily.