One-Night Stand
The man steps forward, crowding Saint's smaller body and Saint leans back a bit so they man is hovering over him.
"Are you sure about this?. We can just watch a movie and i'll drive you back to your place"
"No, i'm sure. Please" Saint begs, his eyes staring down at the man's rosy lips.
"But i'll have to warn you, i don't make love, i fuck, hard" The man says before crashing his lips on Saint's pink ones.
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His kissing is rough, he's pressing into Saint and their lips move against each other's and he forces his tongue into Saint's mouth, sucking at the tip of Saint's tongue and Saint's shallow breaths turns into moans.
His hands clings onto the man's biceps, squeezing gently as their kiss deepens. He hasn't been kissed roughly like this, it's always been gentle pecks and kisses with his past relationships but this—he likes this.
The roughness, the eagerness and desperation. He doesn't know when the man starts pulling his shirt over his head.
He stares at the man's lips, it's not even swollen from the way they kissed but Saint is sure his own lips is a tad bit swollen because they are throbbing, and aching for more kisses—just more anything.
The man runs his big hands on Saint's chest, purposely teasing a nipple and Saint groans, wanting more of the man's electrifying touch.
It's been so long he felt another's touch and attention on his body.
He wants more.
"Baby" The man calls breathlessly, pecking Saint's swollen lips and Saint shamelessly whimpers at the new name of endearment, surprised at himself but he's just gonna pretend this is all a dream and everything will return back to normal tomorrow.
Though a part of him doesn't want any of this to end anytime soon.
The man takes Saint's hand, grabbing him and taking him to the bathroom and has Saint facing the mirror.
Saint stares at himself then at the man who's staring down at his ass and he gulps, wanting to seek more friction but he waits.
The man circles Saint's waist and moves lower where he starts taking Saint's pants off, alongside his black underwear, revealing Saint's perky ass.
The man hisses a bit, helping Saint get out of his pants immediately before one of his hands rubs at Saint's left ass cheek before swatting the flesh.
"Ah—" Saint groans, biting his lip as he waits for the next slap because he knows it's coming.
The man lands another slap but this time, on his right ass cheek and Saint jolts forward at the action, wincing in pain but he likes the pain.
He can't believe himself at this point.
The man stares down at the ass cheek he slapped, sees the way it has turned a rosy colour and he rubs over it, trying to ease the pain then lands another slap on the flesh and Saint cries out really loud, bracing his hand on the sink.
"Why, does it hurt?" The man asks and Saint blinks back his tears.
"No—no, it doesn't" Saint lies, biting down on his lip as another slap on the same ass cheek that the man has already landed two heavy slaps on comes again and he lets his tears fall.
"Are you crying?"
"It just feels intense—I like how it feels" Saint tells the man and it's not a lie. He's never be spanked or even dragged into the bathroom to look at himself while he gets ruined.
He can't believe he likes all these.
The man proceeds to spread Saint's cheeks and sees something stuffed into his hole and the man blinks, looking at Saint through the mirror to see a faint blush on his face.
His cheeks are almost the same colour as his rosy bare ass cheeks that have been spanked.
"You've been walking around with a butt plug all this while. You really wanted to get laid this night, right?"
"Mhmmm" Saint answers in a small voice. His excitement building and the man hooks his fingers around the head of the plug, pulling it out gently and a small 'Ah' leaves Saint's mouth.
"You're so open, your hole is clenching on nothing but air" The man tells him, rubbing the skin under Saint's rim while his other hand sets the butt plug on a towel and then his hand is reaching for the cabinet, grabbing a can of lube and slicking his fingers with the liquid.
"Ready for my fingers, baby?" The mans asks, teasing Saint's rim and chuckles a little when Saint suddenly clenches.
"I'm ready—yeah" Saint says breathlessly, pushing his hips back a bit and the man's fingers slip into that tight heat and Saint squeezes immediately.
"Fuck, you're so warm inside" The man says, pushing the finger out and pushing it back in immediately, fucking his finger mercilessly into Saint and he's shuddering at the intense feeling.
"Does it feel good having a stranger's finger inside your tight little hole?"
Saint completely wants to shut out the regret he knows he's going to feel after this but he at least wants to enjoy it before the worse comes.
The man uses his free hand to slap Saint's burning flesh when he doesn't get an answer to his question.
"I do—God" Saint answers, fresh tears making its way from his eyes, down to his cheeks.
The man adds two more fingers and Saint's moans gets louder, the man scissors him carefully, no matter how much he wants to be buried inside that heat, he still doesn't want to hurt Saint.
"Oh my god...please, there, right there" Saint moans when the man's fingers poke his prostrate.
"Found your sweet spot, here?" The man asks, angling his fingers and pushing in harder this time and he gets his answer when Saint starts coming. He's spurting his seed on the floor and the man doesn't stop fucking his fingers into his prostate till he's sure he has milked Saint of all his orgasm.
He pulls his fingers out and Saint whines at the loss but gets a slap on his ass to keep him quiet.
"You should see your ass right now, all rosy and flushed, so pretty" The man says and Saint preens under the attention.
"Fuck me now" Saint tells the man and a smirk replaces his features as he scurries out of his pants and boxer briefs at the same time.
Saint turns a bit to look over his shoulder to the see the man's cock. His heart lurches in fear, wondering how something so long and thick could fit inside him but he wants the stretch.
He can take it.
The man reaches for the cabinet again, grabbing a condom and putting it on before slicking his condom covered cock with lube.
He's satisfied with the amount of lube and so he looks at Saint through the mirror, not warning him before lining himself up with Saint's pulsing hole, sliding in slowly and he groans at the feeling of finally getting to be buried in such a warm tight heat.
It just feels right.
He almost comes when he pushes in a few more of his length, Saint has his eyes shut as his hole keeps swallowing the man's length up.
"Ah, fuck me. I'm ready, Fuck, I need you." Saint whines impatiently and his whines gets replaced by a choked sob when the man pushes the rest of his length in, immediately hitting Saint's prostate.
"You're so wet inside, baby. Do you like this? getting filled with an actual cock and not your butt plug. Do you like being told that you're wet?" The man asks as he starts moving and Saint nods dumbly.
His thrusts aren't slow as Saint expected because well, his past relationships they all always started slow, treating him like an egg that'll break once it falls but this man—this man doesn't treat him that way.
The man is roughing him up, manhandling him and he enjoys every bit of it.
The man continues at a faster pace, thrusting deeper and impossibly deeper and Saint is delirious with the pleasure.
"Has anyone ever fucked you like this?" The man asks as one of his hands leaves Saint's waist and holds underneath his thighs and raises the leg so it's hanging on the sink.
"No, more—please" Saint begs, biting his lips to stifle his moans as the man resumes his merciless thrusts.
Saint enjoys the way his prostate is getting abused. He came out tonight for a simple passionate love making with anyone that was willing to have fun with him but he never thought he'd be getting the life fucked out of him.
The man is uncaring and he keeps thrusting harder, faster
"Come on baby, moan for me. Be loud" The man tells Saint when he notices he's been biting his lip to stay quiet.
The man snaps his hips forward , harder this time and they both groan.
"Please sir—i want it harder" Saint tells the man as his tears starts falling again and the man pulls out.
He grabs the lube and takes Saint's hand, leading him back into the bedroom, holding onto Saint because his legs are wobbly.
He slicks himself up with more lube before tossing the bottle somewhere he could easily find it and then spreads his hand open.
"Come here" The man tells Saint who was sitting at the edge of the bed and watching him and Saint shuffles closer even though his leg almost gives out.
The man gathers Saint in his hand, lifting him up like he weighs nothing and a surprised gasp leaves Saint's mouth.
"I'm gonna fuck you just like this, hold onto me so you don't fall although i don't plan on dropping you"
The man tells him, lining his cock up with Saint's abused hole and pushes in on one go, thank God for the lube.
The man proceeds to continue fucking into Saint's prostate, hitting it harshly and pulling Saint harshly down onto his cock to meet all of his thrusts.
"Ah ah ah...goodness gracious" Saint doesn't know when that part leaves his mouth and the man's small laughter makes his chest squeeze with a sudden warmth.
Saint has never really hard the audacity to ask anyone from his past relationships to fuck him like this, like he's a whore that needs to be fucked however, pushed around and ruined whenever.
He loves this, the way this man he doesn't even know what his name is just doesn't care about being nice but focusing on ruining him instead.
He enjoys how he's picked up and getting throughly railed. He imagines the sort of back pain he's going to have after all this but he doesn't care, he just wants to enjoy the moment because as much as it feels insanely good, it's not going to last.
"Are you close, baby?" The man asks, snapping his hips forward and Saint's loud moan almost makes the man drop him but he holds him firmer, tighter, pounding Saint without mercy.
Saint moans through it all, doesn't even remember his own name but the way the man angles his thrusts makes him crazy. A brutal thrust hits his prostate in an unbelievable way and he cries out, burying his face in the man's neck as his tears starts pouring down his already wet cheeks non-stop.
The man continues using him, doesn't care the man he's fucking is crying and his tears are wetting his shoulders. He's focused on giving Saint the best orgasm he's ever gotten, the best sexual experience and he's going to stick by it.
"Isn't this what you wanted? Needed. a. good. hard. fuck." The man punctuates his last sentence with a hard thrust between each word and Saint nods dumbly, shuddering and moaning when he feels how close he is to submitting to the insane pleasure.
Saint's flushed cock is rubbing against the man's stomach as he's constantly pushed up and down the man's cock.
"Fuck, baby, you feel so good with my cock stretching your walls. Does it feel good, are you going to come for me?"
"Yes—m'close" Saint whimpers, bracing himself on the man's shoulder as he follows the man's intense thrust and one last thrust tips him over the edge.
"M' coming, m'coming, m'coming" It's almost like a song as Saint starts coming, body shuddering as he starts spilling on the man's stomach.
He trembles through it all and the man doesn't stop, he continues fucking Saint into overstimulation and over sensitivity and Saint would be a liar if he says that doesn't make him feel amazing.
He's coming the third time tonight after another harsh thrust from the man and he squeezes so painfully that the man groans, burying his face in Saint's neck as he starts spilling into the condom.
He doesn't pull out immediately, just remains inside while they both catch their breaths.
The man's cock begins to soften and it slips out of Saint and he whines at the loss but he's too exhausted to bother. He's clinging onto the man even when he's being dropped on the bed.
"I'll be right back, baby" The man tells him and walks away to dispose the condom and grab a wet towel.
He starts cleaning Saint up and he lets the man do whatever, he's fucked to stupor and he's too exhausted to say or do anything.
The man finishes cleaning up, also cleaning up Saint's cum off his stomach and he walks back into the bathroom to dispose the towel.
He comes back into the room, grabbing a shirt for Saint and he helps him put it on before wearing one too. He makes his way back to the bed to see Saint looking at him. He's completely fucked out but the man still wonders how he looks unbelievably beautiful laying there with his legs closed, wincing a little bit from the pain.
The man helps cover him up with a blanket, tipping a can of water over his mouth so he can drink and he does.
He drops the can of water before settling on the bed, beside Saint, pulling him to his chest.
"I'm sorry for being so rough baby, you just feel so fucking good. Did i hurt you?" The man asks, pressing his lips on Saint's soft ones and Saint kisses back immediately.
"I'm fine, i enjoyed it that way. It felt so different and—thank you"
"What are you thanking me for?"
"I don't know if it's because i haven't had sex in three years but—but, it was really good and i feel amazing"
"I'm glad then, do you want to eat anything?"
"No. I just want to sleep"
Saint dozes off almost immediately and the man just watches him. He thinks what he's doing, staring at a sleeping man beside him is creepy but he can't help it.
Saint looks so beautiful and fragile laying there, lips parted and taking shallow breaths.
The man caresses his face, leaning down to peck his lips.
"How the hell has Gabriel been treating you?"