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“I said sit!” Heisenberg snarled, shoving Ethan into the chair. Ethan grunted, the metal digging into his back through his thick jacket.
All was silent as the two men looked at each other. Ethan swallowed, licked his lips as Heisenberg seemed to recenter himself.
Or at least, that’s what he assumed. It was hard to tell under the hat and glasses.
His hand was still on Ethan’s shoulder, fingers letting up, but not leaving.
Tension.
The hand moved, but not away. He took Ethan’s chin between his fingers, tilting his face up, turning him this way and that. Ethan parted his lips to make a remark, but then the other mans mouth was pressed to his, greedy, needy.
Ethan recoiled, startled, trying to turn his head away, but Heisenberg’s other hand came up and held him in place, deepening the kiss.
His lips were… They weren’t soft- they were far too chapped for that, but they moved against Ethan’s with intent.
His eyes fluttered shut, and he kissed back, tentative, then hungrily. The other man exhaled in what could have been a chuckle, seemingly satisfied with this response.
Their lips moved against each other, and without realizing he was doing it, Ethan found his hands tangling in Heisenberg’s hair, knocking his hat off, holding him in place, pulling him closer.
Heisenberg’s tongue swiped across Ethan’s bottom lip, wet and warm, and Ethan let him in.
The slick muscle slid against Ethan’s and goosebumps raced up his arms. He couldn’t hold back his moan while Heisenberg’s tongue moved against his own, explored his mouth, took him over…
Then, his hands began fiddling with Ethan’s belt.
Reality came crashing back onto Ethan and he shoved the other man away and stood up, nearly knocking the chair over in his exertion.
“What the fuck was that?” He demanded, panting. He was ashamed, upset, and, much to his dismay, turned on.
“Sit back down,” Heisenberg growled in reply.
“I’m- I don’t have time for this!” Ethan said, his voice breaking slightly. “My daughter-”
“It won’t make a lick of difference if you spend just a little fucking time here.” Heisenberg interrupted, “Your daughter is already fucking chopped up, bottled up, and stowed away. Five minutes won’t change a damn thing.”
Ethan’s head was clouded, confused, but the horny part of him- the loudest part of him- agreed. He wanted to feel Heisenberg inside of him, and with a glance down, he could see that he felt the same. Fuck.
"Sit back down," Heisenberg repeated.
Ethan obeyed, feeling his face heat up.
“At least,” Ethan said, licking his lips, “Take your fucking glasses off,”
Heisenberg grinned, and did as was requested.
Ethan hardly had time to register Heisenberg's full face- the long, lean scar; the cold, clear eyes- before their lips were back together, and his hands were back on his belt.
They parted again for only a second when the belt was yanked free from the loops, and then Ethan's arms were shoved back, and, with surprising efficiency, his wrists were bound behind the chair.
"What the fuck?" Ethan panted.
"Can't have you pulling that again," Was the reply, and then any words Ethan may have had were smothered by another kiss, tongue shoving its way into his mouth, and he was lost.
Cold, rough hands shoved their way under Ethan's shirt- when had he taken his gloves off? It didn't matter, because they found Ethan's chest. His thumbs skimmed over his scars, rubbed circles into his nipples.
Ethan moaned, arching into the contact, embarrassed at how quickly he reacted, but the embarrassment vanished when Heisenberg took one of his nipples between thumb and forefinger and twisted.
Pain and pleasure pulled a moan from him. Heisenberg chuckled, moved his mouth to Ethan's neck, and bit down.
With his mouth free, nothing muffled the gasp Ethan made, hips twitching, clit desperate for attention.
"Good," Heisenberg murmured, and then his teeth were back on his neck, and his fingers were back to playing with his nipples, and Ethan couldn't even be embarrassed at the sounds that escaped his lips.
"I need-" He gasped out, "I need more- fuck- touch me, g-god,"
"You're hardly in a position to make demands," Heisenberg replied, shit-eating grin on his face. "Why should I?"
"Please," Ethan managed. It was a whine, and it was humiliating hearing his voice like that.
"That's more like it."
Ethan's pants were pulled off, and Heisenberg raised an eyebrow.
"You never see a cunt before?" Ethan growled.
"Never seen one so wet before."
"And whose fault is that?"
Silvery-white eyes met gray. "Do you want it or do you want me to leave you like this?"
Ethan scowled and said nothing.
Another smirk. "That's what I thought."
Slowly- painfully slowly- his fingers pressed against Ethan's clit.
Immediately, Ethan bucked his hips, the contact lighting a fire inside.
"You like that?" The older man sneered.
Ethan fixed him with a withering glare that immediately broke when Heisenberg began rubbing circles into his clit.
Ethan whimpered as he tried to keep in a moan, but a particularly precise swipe broke that down, too, and he threw his head back, moaning from deep in his chest.
Heisenberg's fingers were precise, expert, bringing him closer and closer- and then he stopped.
Ethan spluttered, unable to articulate his protests.
Heisenberg laughed. "You're cute when you're upset, did you know that?"
"You fucking assho- oh god," His fingers were back with a vengeance before Ethan could finish his insult.
"Fuck! Yes, Yes, Yes, Oh- God fucking- Fuck you!!" Ethan spat as once again the other man pulled his fingers back. "I was so fucking close, please just let me finish, fuck!!"
"That's not very nice."
"You're not very nice."
"I'm the one in charge here. Maybe think about that before you insult me again."
Ethan panted, outraged and desperate.
"Can you ask nicely?" Heisenberg smiled in mock sweetness.
"Please," Ethan said slowly, enunciating each word with spite, "Please let me cum."
"Let you what?"
"Cum! Please let me cum! I was so close, you can't just leave me hanging like that."
A grin. "Oh, but I can."
"Please. Heisenberg, please."
"Very well, since you asked so nicely."
He returned his fingers to Ethan's aching clit, and Ethan cried out in relief, in pleasure.
"Thank you, thank you, ohhh God… Thank you- Ah!" He babbled.
He bucked his hips, desperate for more contact, he was so close and then-
Heisenberg removed his fingers again. Ethan nearly screamed.
"I'm the one in charge." Heisenberg growled. "You stay still and fucking take it. Is that clear?"
Ethan couldn't say anything he was so upset, but he managed a nod.
"This is your last warning." Heisenberg said, returning to his ministrations.
Just like that, Ethan was moaning again, clenching his fists and tossing his head in an effort to keep his hips still, and then, finally, he came. Pure pleasure washed away the humiliation he felt at coming undone so quickly. Gasps and moans and whimpers were all he could manage.
But Heisenberg's fingers didn't stop. They sped up, extending his orgasm past sounds, past groans, leaving him clenching around air and thrashing as the pleasure sharpened, and even then he didn't stop. Ethan regained enough breath to keen, bucking his hips, now to try to escape the other mans fingers, which maintained their pace despite his earlier warning, and brought him to another orgasm before the last even ended.
Ethan's mind stopped working, his lungs struggled to keep up with the demands of his body, now frozen in rapture, then twitching again as he curled in on himself, trying to clamp his thighs together, but unable to with Heisenberg standing right there, and he came again, right off the back of the last one. He was vaguely aware of sounds spilling from his lips- broken syllables that might have been please or fuck.
The fingers still did not let up and it began to hurt. His cunt hurt from clenching around nothing and he was pretty sure he pulled a muscle in his thrashing.
"Give me one more," Heisenberg purred right into Ethan's ear. "One more and I'll leave you be."
"I don't- I don't think I can," Ethan whimpered, barely able to form the words around his gasping.
"Yes you can."
"I can't, I- ohhh fuck!!"
He did.
As soon as Heisenberg removed his fingers, Ethan slumped in the chair, gasping for breath.
"I told you you could." The other man said, licking off his fingers. "Good boy."
He couldn't reply, couldn't speak. He was shaking all over, unable to focus on anything beyond piecing his mind back together, bit by bit. Tears spilled unbidden from his eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to care.
After a moment, Heisenberg said, "It's all good and well that you were able to cum, but I can't help but notice that I remain untouched. Do you think you have it in you to help me out?"
"What… Did you have in mind?" Ethan raised his head wearily.
"Oh, you won't have to do much beyond receiving." He reassured him, brushing his tears away.
Before Ethan could respond, Heisenberg flicked his wrist and a length of rebar flew through the air, wrapping around Ethan's waist and, after a weightless moment, dropped him onto a desk. The metal buckle on his belt loosened itself enough for him to free his hands.
Heisenberg was already working on his belt as he approached Ethan. "What do you say, one more round?"
He pulled down his pants just enough for his cock to spring out, thick and hard.
Ethan's mouth watered at the thought of it being inside him, the stretch it would bring… All he would have to do is sit there and take it.
He could do that.
He moved to the edge of the desk and spread his legs in response to Heisenberg's question, supporting himself with a hand.
Heisenberg grinned. "Good answer."
He rubbed the head of his cock along the folds of Ethan's soaked cunt, a look of satisfaction and eagerness on his face.
He met Ethan's gaze as he lined himself up and pushed in.
The stretch was everything Ethan had hoped and more. It ached slightly, but he was wet enough that it didn't urt, and he nearly came just from that. He brought a hand forward to clutch Heisenberg's shoulder, panting as the other man slowly began to push in more.
God but he was big. Heisenberg panted as he worked his way inside, thrusting shallowly to acclimate Ethan's eager cunt to his cock, and he groaned when his hips pressed flush against Ethan's.
And then he began.
Slowly at first, getting into a rhythm, learning the contours of Ethan's body. The two men panted in tandem, Ethan breaking the relative silence with his moans each time Heisenberg thrust just right, and once they got acclimated to each other, he picked up speed.
The size of him didn't get any less intense. Every inch of it rubbed against Ethan's walls, drawing out strings of moans from the both of them.
Ethan was still so sensitive from his previous fucking that it didn't take long for him to cum, his mind blanking out again as he whined, moaned, clenched around the other mans length. It was so good to be this full as he came, the pleasure so different from the rough clit fucking he received just minutes ago.
"Fuck," Heisenberg groaned, slowing just enough to let Ethan recover, then returning to his pace again.
Ethan buried his face in the crook of Heisenberg's neck, panting and planting kisses and bites on the exposed skin, spurring him on and drawing out more sounds- moans and shuddering breaths from the older man.
"So good," Heisenberg moaned, breathing raggedly as he rutted into Ethan, bottoming out with each thrust. "So fucking good."
Ethan couldn't respond past wordless vocalizations and eager nodding.
He collapsed backwards when he came again, unable to hold himself up any longer.
Heisenberg wasn't far behind, grabbing Ethan's hips and thrusting hard, drawing more cries- almost screams- from Ethan. The pace he set now was so brutally fast that Ethan couldn't do anything but take it, arching his back and screaming.
Heisenberg let out a strangled cry of his own as he came, pumping rope after rope of cum deep into Ethan, who writhed beneath him, lost in the pleasure of each spurt, gasping in tandem with Heisenberg as they both rode out the last waves of their orgasms.
When he recovered enough to move, Heisenberg pulled out groaning. Cum pooled beneath Ethan as it spilled from his used cunt.
The room was silent save for their heavy breathing and the clanking of Heisenberg's belt.
Ethan awoke on the desk, legs still dangling over the side, unaware that he had even passed out. His entire body hurt, but his cunt especially felt the brunt of Heisenberg's ministrations.
Heisenberg.
What had he been thinking? Fucking one of the four lords- one of his enemies- just because, what? He was a good kisser? He was hot?
He pushed himself into a sitting position. He had been dressed while he was out, his belt back in place as if nothing had happened. He hoped, without any real force behind it, that Heisenberg had had the decency to clean him up before dressing him.
He stood on shaky legs as the other man reentered the room.
"Are you ready to discuss our plan?" Heisenberg said.
Ethan grimaced. "Fine."