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Kimi never thought he’d get this far. Really he didn’t. The idea that Ollie might actually like him back felt like some distant fantasy. So when it happened? When Ollie kissed him? Full-on, tongue and all? Kimi didn’t know what to do with himself. It was the shock of it, more than anything. Max had joked once, said maybe Ollie felt the same. Turned out, Max wasn’t wrong. But none of that mattered now, not when Ollie was practically devouring his mouth like he needed it to breathe.
Kimi’s head spun as they broke apart, just long enough to suck in a breath. Then they crashed together again, more teeth than anything. The kiss was messy, frantic, bordering on clumsy but neither of them cared. It was exactly what Kimi had wanted, even if he’d never said it out loud.
He didn’t know when they started moving, but at some point their feet had been shifting, Kimi only noticed when his back hit the wall with a dull thud, knocking the breath out of him. His eyes fluttered open for a second before Ollie was on him again, hands sliding over his body like he was trying to memorize every inch. Every touch sent sparks through Kimi’s nerves, his skin buzzing. He shivered under Ollie’s fingers, hips twitching as he tried to adjust, needing something, anything, that might ease the pressure building inside him.
Ollie didn’t seem to mind the way Kimi moved, not at first. His mouth traveled downward, lips brushing along the sharp line of Kimi’s jaw before trailing to his neck. He pressed soft, lingering kisses there, just enough to make Kimi’s stomach flip. His breath hitched. He couldn’t stop his body from reacting, couldn’t help the little jerks and shifts as his nerves lit up under Ollie’s touch. It wasn’t intentional, but it was constant, and it clearly pushed Ollie past the edge of patience.
In a sudden, rough motion, Ollie grabbed Kimi’s face, fingers digging in as he yanked it down to face him. The grip was harsh, but….it didn’t scare Kimi. It just made his blood rush harder
“Stop. Moving.” Ollie’s voice was low and steady, his gaze pinned Kimi in place, daring him to disobey.
Kimi swallowed hard, heart hammering. His back shifted again against the wall, like his body had its own agenda.
“I’m not—” he started, voice barely a breath. But even as he said it, his hips rolled involuntarily.
“You are.” Ollie’s jaw twitched, Without warning, he wedged a knee between Kimi’s legs, forcing them apart. “Don’t lie to me now or I swear to God—”
There was restraint in his voice. Barely. Kimi could hear it, feel it vibrating in the air between them like static. And for some reason, some twisted part of him wanted to see what would happen if he snapped that last thread. He didn’t fully understand why, but there was something intoxicating about pressing against the edge of Ollie’s control.
To be fair, Ollie was new to him. Kimi wasn’t used to this. He was used to Jack—sweet, patient Jack. Jack, who never raised his voice, never got rough unless Kimi explicitly begged for it. And he had begged, more than once. Jack was nice. Too nice, if Kimi was honest with himself. Niceness didn’t make him shake like this. Niceness didn’t make his legs tremble or his breath catch in his throat.
“I’m not!” he blurted, too fast, too sharp. His tone came out more defensive than he meant it to. His thighs instinctively pressed together, trying to tame the burning pulse between them, but it only made the pressure worse. Worse still, he shifted forward again without meaning to, hips betraying him completely.
And he knew, immediately that he’d fucked up the second the words left his mouth, he saw it in Ollie’s eyes. A flicker of disbelief, then something darker. Something final.
“Are you— That’s it.” Ollie’s voice dropped, all pretense gone.
Kimi wasn’t sure how he’d done it, how he’d unraveled him so fast. Maybe Ollie had been wound up for days. Weeks. Months even. Dare he say years. Maybe Kimi was just the final spark. He didn’t care. Whatever this was, he wanted more of it. Needed it.
He barely had time to react before he was spun around, palms bracing for balance against the wall. The roughness was disorienting, but in the best way.
“I’ve got a better idea,” Ollie muttered behind him, voice thick with something between fury and want. “Since you think it’s a good idea to lie to me.”
Kimi’s heart thundered in his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to push down the growing mix of fear and want bubbling inside him. His voice came out edged with confusion he couldn’t quite mask. “What are you doing?”
A tremor ran down his spine as he felt Ollie press in closer. The idea of not knowing what was going to happen next sent sparks through his nerves, twisting everything inside him into knots. It was messing with his head in a way he couldn’t explain. And maybe that’s why he didn’t move when his chest was pushed harder against the wall. Then came Ollie’s answer, low and unflinching.
“Teaching you a lesson.”
The words hit him harder than the wall did. Kimi blinked, eyebrows twitching up in the smallest show of surprise, but before he could process what that even meant, he felt Ollie’s fingers curl into the waistband of his sweatpants yanking them down in one smooth motion.
The cool air hit his skin a sharp contrast compared to the heat flooding through the rest of him. He shivered, skin prickling with goosebumps.
“I didn’t do anything!” he snapped, even though he knew it was pointless. Every word he said just seemed to dig him in deeper. But he’d already opened his mouth, and already committed to the lie, and now there was no way out. He was in the grave he’d dug for himself and Kimi was choosing to lie in it.
Still, something in him twisted at the helplessness of it all. At how exposed he felt. At how much he liked it.
Ollie tugged Kimi’s boxers down in one smooth motion, letting them fall to his ankles before he straightened up. He rose just enough to meet Kimi’s eyes, their faces nearly level now. For a moment, he held the stare, gaze cool and unshaken. Then, without warning, his hand came down hard against Kimi’s ass, the sharp crack echoing in the space.
Kimi whimpered, knees almost buckling.
“Try again,” Ollie said, voice never losing that razor-sharp edge of authority.
The way he said it, flat, demanding, like it wasn’t even a question, sent a pulse straight to Kimi’s dick. Fuck. How was he so hot? How did he sound like that and look at him like that and still manage to keep his cool?
“I-I didn’t do anything,” Kimi stammered, knowing full well it wasn’t going to work. The tremble in his voice betrayed him completely.
Another slap, harder this time, made his whole body jolt. Heat bloomed across his skin. He could’ve gaslighted himself into believing he wasn’t getting off on this, but the aching throb between his legs said otherwise. He was harder than he’d been in days. And it wasn’t going away anytime soon.
He bit down on his lip, trying to muffle the sounds threatening to escape his throat. It didn’t work. A pitiful squeak still slipped out.
“Wrong answer.” Ollie’s voice was colder now, tinged with disappointment like he actually expected better.
Kimi’s stomach tightened, a rush of something shameful and sweet burning in his gut. He already knew he wasn’t going to be able to sit properly for days after this and not just because of the pain. Because he wanted more of it. Because he’d take it again if it meant Ollie would keep looking at him like that.
“I didn’t,” he muttered, glancing back over his shoulder, needing to see the look on Ollie’s face. One of pure disapproval, eyes narrow, mouth set into a thin line. It made Kimi’s insides twist in the worst, best way.
Another slap landed, sharper this time, the sting sinking deep. Kimi twitched, a shaky moan falling from his lips before he could stop it. His legs trembled under him, slick dripping steadily to the floor beneath him.
“You really do get off at me being angry at you. Fucking slut.” Ollie’s words shouldn’t have that much of an effect on him. A strangled whimper falling from his lips on the last slap, seeing his eyes go white for a second, before he’d noticed the cum that shot out of him dripping messily. His cheeks burned in embarrassment, hearing Ollie’s deranged laugh.
“Didn’t do anything huh? Just like how you didn’t let Jack fuck you, right?”
Kimi froze.
Ollie’s voice was colder than he’d ever heard it. Not just cold. Cutting. The words sliced through the fog in Kimi’s brain and it took him a second to even process them. He hadn’t expected that. Hadn’t expected Ollie to bring Jack into this. And definitely not like that.
But under all that ice, there was something else in Ollie’s voice. Something tight. Sharp. Jealousy.
Kimi’s lips parted, but nothing came out. His throat closed up like it was physically rejecting the idea of answering. Deny it, some part of him screamed. But the truth was already there, he knew that Ollie knew.
“I…” His voice cracked, thin and shaking. He couldn’t lie. Not about this. Ollie knew. He had to.
“I did,” Kimi admitted, barely above a whisper. It sounded so small compared to his other words.
“Speak up,” Ollie snapped, and before Kimi could even think, another slap landed, harder than the last, the sound echoing off the walls. Kimi’s knees locked up instantly, his vision blurring at the edges. He gasped, head pressing against the wall as his arms trembled beneath him.
“Keep your arms up.”
Kimi forced his forearms to brace against the wall again, struggling to hold himself upright. Every muscle in his body was shaking, skin flushed and burning.
Ollie leaned in, voice low but tinged in sweetness.
“I asked a question. Just like how you didn’t let Jack fuck you. Right?”
“I-I did,” Kimi gasped, louder this time. He hoped that would be enough. That Ollie would ease up, say something, anything to ground him again.
But instead, fire bloomed across his skin.
Another slap. Then another. And another.
Each one landed harder than the last, Ollie’s rhythm steady and punishing. Kimi jerked with every strike, body reacting faster than his mind could keep up. His breath came in short, broken bursts, the coil in his stomach twisting tighter and tighter. Pain blurred into pleasure, and the shame blurred into want.
By the time the fourth slap hit, his legs nearly gave out.
And still, he stayed up, barely.
Because he wanted to take it.
Thankfully, Kimi felt Ollie’s hands grip his hips, steadying him just enough to keep his legs from buckling completely. Still, they trembled beneath him, weak and shaking like they could give out at any second. For a split moment, he thought Ollie might move him, drag him over to the bed, maybe, give him something solid to fall apart on.
But no. Ollie didn’t move him. Instead, he shifted Kimi’s stance, spreading his legs just a bit wider, adjusting the ones that were already turning to jelly beneath him. His grip was firm and purposeful honestly a little….no, completely possessive.
“Can’t believe I let him touch what’s mine.”
The words came out in a low, guttural growl, linked with something dark and territorial. Kimi would’ve denied how much it affected him, how much the claim in Ollie’s voice made his cock twitch but he’d be lying. That sound alone nearly undid him.
He felt Ollie’s hands roam over the raw skin of his ass, and he hissed at the contact, the skin hot and throbbing. Kimi knew without looking that it was red, probably covered with the shape of Ollie’s palms. The idea of seeing those marks later and feeling them tomorrow made his stomach flip.
Then came the sound. A familiar click and slide of leather, pants dropping to the floor.
“Gonna take back what’s mine,” Ollie muttered, and that was all the warning Kimi got before he gasped, feeling fingers wrap around his slick cock just once, much to his displeasure brief and teasing before Ollie’s hand pressed flat against the small of his back, pinning him again.
“Ollie?” Kimi’s voice cracked as he spoke, thin and shaky. He didn’t even know what he was asking, he just needed to say something. Needed something back.
“You’re going to take everything. Got it?”
Ollie’s voice was sweet. Too sweet. Like poisoned honey. Unnaturally he loved it, he still nodded. Instinctively. Eagerly. That earned him another slap.
“Use your words.”
“I got it,” Kimi gasped, the words barely out of his mouth before his whole body jerked. Ollie’s hand stayed steady against his back, keeping him down.
Then Kimi felt him, pressing teasingly just for a movement against his entrance. A quick, solid intrusion that made his eyes fly open and his mouth drop into a high-pitched squeal. His breath stuttered, body locking up for a second as he tried to process the feeling of being absolutely filled and stretched. Absolutely full by the one person he needed the most. It almost made him delirious.
He could hear Ollie above him, breath ragged, voice low and sharp.
“Look at you, taking me in so well like a fucking whore.”
The words made Kimi groan loud and unfiltered his hips bucking in a useless, messy protest. Not that he wanted it to stop. If anything, it only made him ache more. His body moved without thinking, without permission, grinding back into every thrust like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.
It was almost funny. That people didn’t have a clue in the world how how Ollie really was. Everyone saw the soft smiles, the kind eyes, the polite charm. They’d swear up and down that Ollie was the sweetest guy on Earth. Wouldn’t hurt a fly.
They had no fucking clue.
Kimi knew better. Knew him better. Better than anyone. He’d seen what hid under all that sweetness. And it wasn’t soft.
It was obsessive. Possessive. Unhinged.
Utterly fucking insane.
And fuck, it turned Kimi on in the worst possible way.
He shouldn’t be into this. Shouldn’t crave the chaos in Ollie’s eyes when he lost control. But he did. God, he did. He shouldn’t be attracted to crazy. But Ollie wore crazy so well.
His body rocked with every thrust, Ollie’s rhythm picking up harsh and merciless. The pace was brutal now, and Kimi couldn’t keep up. Didn’t try. He let himself be fucked into the wall, let his mind break apart at the edges. Stars danced behind his eyes, his mouth falling open in a breathless gasp.
“Gotta make sure you never remember what he feels like again,” Ollie growled, voice low and dangerous.
One hand tangled in Kimi’s hair, yanking back hard enough to make his spine arch. The other gripped his cheek, almost tender until it wasn’t. A sharp slap echoed, leaving behind a sting that drew a helpless, high-pitched whine from Kimi’s throat.
His legs were shot, trembling and unstable beneath him, barely holding him up. His fingers curled into fists, nails digging into his palms as his eyes rolled back, completely undone.
Kimi barely registered the question. His mind was gone, floating somewhere between pain and pleasure, held together only by the sharp stings pulsing across his backside. Every time Ollie’s hand came down, it grounded him—just for a second—before he slipped right back under.
“So I’ll ask again,” Ollie growled from behind him, voice low, deadly calm. “Did you do something wrong?”
Kimi’s brain couldn’t form a thought, let alone an excuse. Everything inside him was scrambled, foggy with ecstasy, hips twitching helplessly with every thrust.
“Yes! I did something wrong!” The words spilled out before he could stop them, a broken confession.
“Good boy.”
The praise hit just as hard as the next slap, burning hot across his skin. Kimi moaned desperately, completely wrecked. He was unraveling fast, his body giving up piece by piece under Ollie’s control. His stomach tightened again, coiled so tight it felt like he could snap. Every tug on his hair made him jolt, every brutal thrust driving him deeper into whatever space he’d been dragged into.
“And will you make that mistake again?” Ollie tilted his head, tone deceptively soft.
“N-No, Ollie.” The words came out smaller this time, quieter. Something inside Kimi cracked open, the last of his defiance draining away as quickly as the air in his lungs. Whatever fight he had in him had been pounded out, replaced by obedience and need. His eyes stung, but he didn’t know if it was from the pain or how fucking good and full he felt.
“Good, good.” Ollie’s voice darkened. “I feel so much better than him, don’t I?”
“Yes—yes, fuck yes—oh my God!” Kimi’s voice cracked, his accent bleeding through, words falling apart into breathless, mangled Italian. “Sì, sì, mi fai impazzire… feel so good…”
And then Ollie shifted, just slightly but it was enough. His hips tilted, cock brushing a spot inside Kimi that made him scream, body locking up like he’d been electrocuted. His eyes snapped open wide, vision swimming just enough for him to see the look on Ollie’s face.
Dark. Hungry. Possessive.
Like he was never going to let Kimi go.
And Kimi didn’t want him to.
“There?” The grin that spread across his face was diabolical. All happiness and possession. Like he was proud of how far Kimi had fallen, how thoroughly he’d ruined him.
“Don’t ever—” His words came like strikes, each one punctuated by action. A hard slap cracked across Kimi’s ass, followed by a brutal thrust that slammed into the exact spot that had made him scream before. And Kimi did scream, loud and raw, his voice bouncing off the walls. His legs twitched uncontrollably, body shaking.
“—think—”
Another hit. Another thrust. Kimi’s body arched forward, barely able to hold himself up.
“—to do something—”
His mouth hung open, no words left in him. Just needy moans, gasps, whimpers. His eyes rolled back, body jerking as his legs gave another weak twitch.
“—like that again.”
Each word, each slap, each stroke sent him deeper. The pain and pleasure blurred into one brutal rhythm, and the coil inside his stomach tightened. He felt his body burn getting off at each strike of pain. Fuck he didn’t know he’d be so into this.
“You’re mine.” Ollie’s words were final. Fucking into him as deeply as he could. The last slap sent Kimi over this edge. Kimi saw stars, a choked scream of a moan falling from his lips as he shut his eyes tight as tears slipped past his eyes, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him.
“Ollie!” His voice pitched as he came hard, shaking, breath caught in his chest. Everything hit him at once—pain, relief, euphoria. His legs barely held him up. He let go completely, drowning in it. He felt Ollie’s hips stutter, burying his own load deep in him, the warmth of being stuffed making him feel full. He’d hardly registered the move to the bed.
“Keep that in there will you?” There’s a light tap to Kimis ass and the moment Ollie pulls out, he feels his fingers gather up any of the cum that spilled, shoving it back inside making him jolt before he felt a new feeling a few moments later.
His brain was too hazy to tell the difference of material, but he did feel his hole being filled again.
“You’re so greedy you took all in,” Ollie tsks, watching the plug disappear and the uneven rise and fall of the other boy's chest, spreading his cheeks, before lightly caressing them. “I’ll take this out when I feel like you’re sorry enough. For now, you’re going to go the rest of today, carrying a bit of me around to remember you belong to me.” He pressed a kiss to Kimis cheek and his eyes fluttered open, lifting his head to capture him in a kiss.
“Sonó tuo.” He confirmed, voice still slightly raw from how much he’d used it. He hadn't realized that his brain was so fried he was speaking Italian again. Ollie simply grinned. Standing from his spot to admire the way the other boy twitched against the bed, the bit of cum Ollie hadn’t bothered to stuff back inside leaking between his legs, body utterly spent and a fucked out look on his face before he reached for his phone, snapping a picture, sending it off to Jack with the simple text, attachment clear as day.
‘Back. Off.❤️’