Hydrangea

CHAPTER 7: No prisoners, Only trophies

"Are you already getting tired?" Ohm kicked the side of Fluke which the mafia boss easily blocked with his arm, "You won't survive this world if you hold yourself back," Fluke grabbed his wrist and pulled it behind his back. Ohm grunted from the strength. Fluke had decided to give Ohm the physical training himself. He could analyse and determine whether Ohm was good enough to be in the field.

He didn't want Ohm to dirty his hands, but he promised to trust the younger. The Head Pack were good teachers, but Fluke not only wanted to train Ohm himself, but also spent more time with him. "I can easily break your arm. Focus!" He said and Ohm twisted his arm which made him escape from Fluke's grasp.

Ohm slid his leg over the floor wanting to tackle Fluke, but the mafia boss smirked and hit his knee against Ohm's stomach making him bent over, "Too slow." The younger grabbed his stomach and he coughs loudly. He then heard a click from behind and Ohm looked ahead. His eyes glanced behind him and with his last strength he stood up.

Quickly he grabbed the holster, pushed Fluke's hand back and turned the gun. Fluke froze with the gun now pointed to his head, "Fast enough?" Ohm breathed heavily and Fluke smirked. The younger was panting hard and sweat was dripping from his neck. His dark locks were wet and his muscles contracted through his thin tight shirt from the excessive three hours training they had.

Fluke walked closer and let the gun touch his forehead, "Get on your knees," he ordered and Ohm let himself fall on them. Fluke unbelted his belt and pulled his pants down a bit to let his cock out. His fingers cupped Ohm's chin, "Here is your reward," Fluke smirked and the younger licked his lips.

He leaned closer, placing a kiss on the head of Fluke's cock tasting the pre-cum. His tongue darted out to lick the side of his member and Fluke grabbed his hair tight, "Don't be so gentle," Fluke looked down and Ohm smirked. He wrapped his hand around Fluke's wrist and looked up with mischief in his eyes.

"Do as your please, boss." His voice husky and Fluke shuddered. He took his cock by his hand, stroking it a little before tapping it on Ohm's lips, "Open up." He ordered and Ohm gladly obeyed him. With a sharp motion he pushed his hips forward, making Ohm choke on his cock.

His movements were quick and harsh, feeling the back of Ohm's throat grazing against his cock and his two hands held the younger's head. "S-Shit..." he cussed and Ohm closed his eyes enjoying the pain and lack of air in his throat.

The moaning and salty taste of Fluke made Ohm reach for his own throbbing cock and pulled it out. He wrapped his hand around it and stroked it at the same pace as Fluke's cock fucking his mouth. It was intense and messy.

Ohm could feel his saliva dropping down and landing on his cock, which made a better and smooth way to stroke it. Flicking with his wrist he copied the motion with his tongue. Fluke's pace was getting sloppier and Ohm knew his lover was close.

He fastened his jerking hand and Fluke pulled off a bit to let his cock rest on his tongue and release all his warm juices inside him. The mafia boss's head fell back, letting out heavy panting and groans from his release.

He then looked down at Ohm swallowing everything and when he pulled out the younger's tongue darted out to lick the remaining semen that escaped his mouth. Fluke's heart was beating fast when Ohm kept stroking his own cock to let himself release too.

Fluke smirked and he pushed the younger down with his foot on the floor. Ohm's eyes widened when the mafia boss pulled down his trousers and straddled him, "That precious cum of yours shouldn't be wasted," he whispered before lining Ohm's cock and buried himself deep down.

Ohm threw his head back with a loud groan and Fluke moaned out from the stretch and fullness inside him. He pulled himself up and Ohm looked up at him with gritted teeth. He was clearly holding himself back from coming and Fluke bit his lip.