Just A Bit Ruthless

Luke was out of breath.

In other words, he could still breathe, but each breath took a lot of effort, because he was face down in the pillow, and was still pressed tightly by something big and heavy.

When he was a little more awake and less flustered, a familiar smell entered his nostrils——Roman.Who else but him?

Luke exhales, almost laughing.This whole thing is so weird.As far as the current situation is concerned, the last emotion he should have is to breathe a sigh of relief.He wasn't that foolish enough to think that the man's threat to him had been lifted, even though he had been fucked so much by the other's dick last night.

Thinking of what happened last night, his morning erection became even stronger.Plus Roman's stubble brushes against the sensitive skin on his cheek with every breath.Also, is that...?Yes, that long, hard stick on the back of his ass is exactly that.

Luke bit his lip and listened quietly for a while.Roman was still asleep, exhaling steadily and slowly.He spread his limbs and put Luke almost entirely under him. The size of his body just pressed Luke tightly, making him very comfortable.He was all muscular, the body of a man in his prime, a very different physique than any of the boys Luke had dated before.

God, this is all so unfair.Luke has always been tempted by men who are older than himself and in good shape. Those high-ranking scumbags have a face that can crush people into powder without any effort--Roman has all these characteristics It's all over.These are bad traits that Luke tries so hard not to be attracted to but has to be attracted to, and Roman seems to be the perfect combination of them all.

He shouldn't have allowed Roman to fuck him.He should have chosen to leave when Roman gave him a way out; Luke wasn't ignorant.It's just that he never wanted to usher in another night accompanied by a woman panting.Roman was hard because of him, it belonged to him.

great.From the looks of it, he was already possessive of the big cock between the man's legs.Yes, yes, it's not surprising at all.

Luke squirmed a little, trying to get out from under Roman and get out of the bed, but the movement was futile.Not only did he fail to escape successfully, but this mess made him feel a desire.Being pressed down by Roman like this, Luke felt hot all over, and began to pant unevenly, not sure if he should get up or not.No no no, of course he's going to get up - he's suffocated and sticky inside and out - but his stupid stupid body has been kidnapped by God knows why When his man is under him, he is very satisfied,

He twisted absentmindedly again, but Luke held his breath as Roman's firm thrust between his ass flaps, just in line with the edge of his back hole.

Roman let out a low grunt, the body next to him tensed up, his breathing became less steady, and he brushed Luke's neck lightly with his teeth.

"Hochuyobnuttebya, kudryashka," Roman said in Russian, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "Hochutrahnuttebyabezrezinki."

Note ①: Russian: I miss you, little curly.I want you without a condom.

Luke shivered.He didn't understand exactly what Roman was saying, but the gist of it was clear: Roman wanted to fuck him without a condom, and he said "fuck" in the most obscene and vulgar expression in Russian.And what really shocked him was not these few words, but his own mood: he wanted that too.This shock went straight to the depths of his heart.Bareback sex is the ultimate form of intimacy between lovers, and it can only be practiced if you have absolute trust in your partner.Luke has never had anyone fuck him without a condom on.And wanting to have such a relationship with this man is pure brain twitching.Is he crazy?

With this extremely uncomfortable feeling in his heart, Luke muttered, "You're crushing me."

After a while, Roman rolled away from him and lay on his side, propping up his upper body on one arm.

Luke exhaled and turned to look at each other.Roman stared at him intently, a haze of sleep still lingering in those blue eyes, and a black beard wrapped around his square chin.Luke wondered what it would be like to have that beard rubbed against his thigh.

"Don't even think about it," he said, trying not to gawk at Roman's broad shoulders and toned chest too blatantly. "I won't let you fuck me without a condom. I've never done that with anyone."

Roman held one corner of his mouth. "Only your good man has that honor?"

When he said the word "yes", it was obviously in a mocking tone.

Luke scowled. "Maybe, maybe not. But someone who sleeps with a different woman every night is definitely not qualified."

The son of a bitch was grinning. "You look so cute when you're jealous." Before Luke could point out how ridiculous his statement was, Roman leaned up and licked Luke's lips. "Go and brush your teeth, I want to kiss your pretty little mouth."

"You didn't exhale so much from your mouth when you just woke up," Luke grumbled complainingly, but the taste in Roman's mouth wasn't too bad at the moment.

"This is the exclusive privilege of bad guys." Roman said with a righteous expression. "That's what it says in "Guide to Getting Started with Bad Guy Training". The latest version."

Luke couldn't help but giggle.

Roman stared at him with a strange expression. "Give you 30 seconds to brush your teeth, Curly. Then you get back on the bed, ride my dick, and suck my tongue."

Luke turned over and got out of bed, and ran straight to the bathroom, so fast that he felt embarrassed himself.

Later, Luke comforted himself in his heart: at least he still had the willpower to insist on letting the other party wear a condom.

What a consolation.