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Chrisdiel - Stuck (smut)

The elevator creaks to a halt.

"Zabdi, what the hell did you just do?" Chris asks nervously.

Zabdiel smirks, walking back towards him. "You've never seen that button before? It comes in handy once in a while." He licks his lips. "I just couldn't wait any longer."

Chris feels his jaw being caressed by Zabdiel's hand, and steps backwards away from his touch. "But, are the police gonna come or something? I don't want to get in trouble."

"Don't worry about it. We have at least...five minutes." Zabdiel steps forward again, trapping Chris against the back railing of the elevator. He grabs both of Chris's wrists and pins them over his head in an instant.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Chris stammers, mouth dry. He swallows.

"Getting back at you for being such a tease." Zabdiel takes Chris's t-shirt off and tosses it aside. Chris feels exposed, but the dark intensity in his boyfriend's eyes makes him want more. Zabdiel palms the front of his pants. "The way you were dancing tonight, with those girls, eso fue pecado. It made me want to take you home and remind you who you belong to."

Chris whimpers. It always turns him on when Zabdi acts possessive.

Zabdiel nods. "Yeah, that's what I like to hear." He leans in toward Chris's ear, whispering with hot breath, "You don't need those girls. None of them will make you feel as good as I do. Ever."

"Oh yeah?" Chris replies, suddenly feeling a little daring. "Prove it."

Zabdiel immediately slips the fingers of one hand down the back of Chris's pants, squeezing his ass. Chris lets out a soft moan and Zabdiel chuckles. "Easy. I already have you like this, and I haven't even done anything yet."

He pauses. "I'd love to torture you slowly, to make you desperate, as payback for how you've had me hard for the past half hour...but like I said, we don't have much time. So let me just show you how papi has you wrapped around his finger." To punctuate his last word, he shoves two fingers inside Chris roughly.

"Fuck!" Chris mutters, squeezing his eyes shut. It hurts—he hadn't been prepared or lubricated properly—but oh God it feels so good. As Zabdiel's fingers start to fuck him, he moans again.

"Amo que gimas para mí, bebé," Zabdiel murmurs, voice velvety with lust.

"Solo para ti, papi," Chris replies shakily, rocking his hips back against Zabdiel's fingers.

After a few more thrusts, Zabdiel says, "Okay, that's enough." Chris, with his eyes still closed, hears the sound of a zipper being undone, of clothing being shuffled around. In one motion, Zabdiel spins him around to face the elevator wall, then pulls down his pants to just below his butt.

Chris can feel Zabdi hesitating, as he rubs his member along his slit. He knows Zabdiel doesn't like to hurt him, and he's probably doubting if his quick preparation was enough. Chris decides to encourage him. "Just fuck me," he says breathily, pushing his hips back. "Hazme tuyo, papi."

Zabdiel doesn't need any more incentive. He grabs Chris's hips hard and thrusts all the way in with just one stroke. Chris shouts from the pain. He knows this is going to hurt tomorrow, but all he wants is to feel Zabdiel inside him. Zabdiel doesn't give him any time to adjust, already starting to pump his hips at a punishing pace.

It's obvious that Zabdiel had been desperate for this. His length is hot and throbbing inside Chris, and his thrusts are sloppy, as if he's hanging onto his last thread of control. With each movement, he groans under his breath. After Chris's teasing all night, this is the most satisfying kind of pleasure.

Zabdiel moves a hand to Chris's chest. He tweaks one of his nipples, making Chris whimper. Chris has always had super sensitive nipples, so just one touch sends shockwaves straight between his legs. His neglected erection oozes precum, and he can't resist touching it any longer. He takes himself into his hand and starts to masturbate frantically.

"Te gusta así, bebé?" Zabdiel grunts, slamming harder into his boyfriend.

Chris moans. "M-me encanta. F-fuck, I love it." He keeps stroking himself, harder and faster. "I'm gonna come soon." His breath is ragged and his skin is covered with a sheen of sweat.

"Me too." Zabdiel's vision is blacking out on the edges, and he's on the edge of ecstasy. But before he lets go, he grabs a handful of Chris's hair and pulls his head back. "Tell me you belong to me," he orders.

"I'm yours, papi. I don't need anyone else. No one else can fuck me like you do."

Liking the sound of this, Zabdiel thrusts even further inside Chris, hitting his sweet spot. "Ah, fuck!" Chris moans. "Ah- ah- sí sí sí I'm coming!" With that, he lets go, spurts of cum shooting out all over his hand and the wall. At the exact same time, Zabdiel fills him with his own warm liquid, collapsing against Chris's back with a low and needy moan.

Zabdiel doesn't linger, pulling out after only a few moments and pressing the button to restart the elevator. "Get dressed," he tells Chris. "I hope you've learned your lesson."

Chris pulls Zabdiel back in by the back of his neck and gives him a sweet kiss. "I don't know," he says. "I might need you to teach me again."