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Bachira squirms on the bed as Isagi looms over him. His pupils darken with lust. There’s a hunger etched on his face. The same expression he knows so well from when Isagi finds his path to the goal. Bachira feels the heat in his gut grow even more, his dick hard and curving toward his stomach. He pants slightly as he spreads his legs more, bucking his hips off the bed as if inviting Isagi in to finally do what he’s been wanting this whole time.
Isagi’s observant gaze, of course, doesn’t miss these movements. Bachira watches and feels his heart race with delight as Isagi’s eyes darken even more; white teeth flash over his lips before he says with a growl that makes Bachira’s dick twitch.
“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”
Bachira's lips curl in return. He can’t help but love when Isagi gets like that. The seemingly sweet and kind boy allows his ego to take over, allowing the monster to consume him. His chest heaves as he continues to squirm on the bed.
“C’mon Isagi, own me. Make me yours. Fuck me.”
“Such a desperate little whore aren’t you?” Isagi grabs Bachira’s hips, fingers pushing into the skin as he pushes him back on the bed, “Just begging for my dick, aren’t you?”
Isagi is not gonna give him what he wants, at least not yet. And as much as Bachira wants it… the monster inside him wants Isagi to ruin him first.
And he does. Isagi’s fingers and tongue run across Bachira’s lean and muscular frame. He gives extra attention to his nipples and grazes the bottom of his dick, but all fleeting. Nothing enough to grant him release, just more to make him squirm and moan under his touch—crying out for more.
The egoist grants him just that, a finger slowly pressing inside into his already stretched hole from their earlier activities.
Bachira arcs against the touch as Isagi grazes his prostate. “So ready for my dick, aren’t you? All nice and tight for me, so I can fuck you nice and hard.”
His finger curls, and Bachira screams out, “Please, Isagi. I want you. Please,” He continues to mutter incomprehensibly as the egoist lubes up his dick, and he feels his whole body shudder in anticipation.
He lines up the tip against his hole and stops, “Remember, baby, we are playing by my rules.”
Bachira nods aggressively, staring down and waiting to finally be full and finally get what he’s wanted the whole time they’ve fooled around.
“No coming until I do. Got it?”
He manages to choke out a “Yes” as he feels Isagi’s dripping cock continue to tease at his entrance.
“Good boy,” Isagi says, licking his lips.
Bachira moans and tries to buck his hips up and get more than just the tip inside, but Isagi clicks his tongue and pushes down his hips again, “No no I’m in charge here. Don’t forget.”
Bachira looks up at that greedy expression, Isagi’s ego showing in full force, and if it weren’t for the deal he made, he could have come right then right then and there. But he knew just how much better it’d be if he waited and came after being filled. He licks his lips and whines, “Fuck me Isagi. Use me. I need you.”
“That’s better” Isagi pushes in slow at first, easy from all the prep and lube from the teasing Bachira had undergone just for this very moment. Isagi stopped and looked down and waits for the go ahead. Bachira gives a thumbs up but even with the go-ahead, Isagi doesn’t move.
Bachira knew just how much dirty talk riled the other up, so he moans extra loud and cries, “Oh babe, cmon fuck me like I’m your whore, nothing but your cocksleeve. I need your huge cock in me.”
And that does the trick, Isagi pushes in fast and deep, filling him completely, and Bachira cries out in pleasure. Finally, finally.
“What a good little whore you are taking me like this, my pretty little slut who’s been begging for my cock all night long.”
Isagi starts to move faster, and Bachira finds himself unable to speak, his moans growing louder, as did the sounds of skin on skin. “Remember, be a good little whore, no coming until I do.”
Bachira thinks that won’t be too hard even if he’s been hard and leaking for who knows how long. But he doubts his resolve when Isagi roughly pushes his legs over his shoulders and begins to fuck him even harder and right at the angle where each thrust strikes his prostate, and he’s no longer sure if he’ll last.
Isagi isn’t even talking anymore. All his focus is on driving his hips fast and deep into Bachira. Sweat drips down his face as their eyes stay locked on each other
Isagi's motions change slightly, hips shuddering as he continues to thrust into him. Bachira watches as he stiffens pushing in as his eyes are dark and he pants heavily. God, he looked so good like that. “Fill me, Isagi” he cries out trying with all his might not to release his own load.
That familiar feeling of being filled hits him as he feels Isagi cums inside of him. But the best part is when Isagi pulls out, and leaves that stretched and empty feeling, and he can feel the cum leak out of his ass. He’s not sure why he loves that sensation, but there’s something so filthy and satisfying about it.
Isagi looks spent but still manages a smile. “Good boy, you waited for me.” He pants out, clearly exhausted and sweaty, barely holding himself up above him.
“And you fucked me so good. Do I get to come now?” Bachira looks up at him from under his lashes.
“Of course, I’m gonna make you feel as good as you made me feel.” Isagi wraps his hand around his desperate cock, and Bachira bucks into it. “Leaking so much, such a desperate little whore, you better call my name when you come.”
Bachira only nods as Isagi’s hand moves faster and faster, and he knows he won’t last long, he feels the heat build and finally gets his release spurting streams of white liquid all over Isagi’s hand and his own stomach.
“God Isagi you, Isagi I——” He cries out when he comes
Isagi lifts his hand and carefully licks off the cum, “Good boy.”
Bachira grabs Isagi’s shoulders and pulls him down so that their sweat-damp and warm skin presses together. They could clean up later… for now, he just wanted to share in the afterglow.