Told in third person
The bold italics are my thoughts.
⚠️ extreme sexual content (mxm)⚠️
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Luka knew Peyton felt most alive when he was hurting him, after all he felt the same about suffering for him.
He'd fight anyone and everyone just to feel it, to remember -
I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm strong. It became all-consuming. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0KWtQ0oln4
He fought for every single thing, even what was freely handed to him, biting the hands that fed him and pushing everyone away. He couldn't keep it up. It needed to end. He needed some other outlet.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZOrwspPYAQ
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When he came to Peyton, it wasn't for schoolyard bullying; he came here because he knew, without a doubt, that Peyton could be trusted to hurt him as much as he needed and still not go too far. If pain was a drug, Peyton wasn't his dealer; he was the more experienced junkie, the one tying his arm and shooting it in, making him feel as if Peyton himself were swimming in his veins. Luka became greedy with it, found himself crawling into Peyton's lap any time he needed a hit. And Peyton, as much as he liked to pretend he could, never did deny him. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYgwX5NFF1i
"So well-behaved like this... Shoulda tied you up and stuffed that stupid mouth of yours way sooner..."215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEK9MIWId2b
Luka could only offer a pitiful mewl, made even more pathetic by the gag. Peyton chuckled darkly, making shivers race down his spine and the hairs on his arms stand on end as another finger sunk to the hilt inside him. They'd never done this before- the bondage and gagging at the same time- but already Luka knew he was addicted to it. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU7P7rqP0Cb
Can't move anymore... Can't even talk back... and with this position, the way he's touching me... I don't know if I can even stop myself from cumming...215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkJXxmRbeGr
"Yeah, that's way better... Just gotta take it..."215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡB3MDGEq8cP
Luka's eyes burned with unshed tears. God he wanted to, wanted to take it as much and as hard and as long as Peyton saw fit. He wanted to be a-215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqy7Qw2J58T
"Good little toy... That's it..."
Luka burned in his entirety at the way Peyton's wet fingers glided through him, so blissfully effortless compared to the discomfort of his current position, limbs all bent, a knot strapping his cock down so he couldn't seek release on his own, all his muscles seeming to strain in different directions. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2rcL2t0TAs
"So wet for me... Think you're gonna come this time? Or you gonna be a petty little thing and deny me again?"
Peyton's eyes were manic with his own need even as he kept his tone low and easy, fingers moving skillfully, plucking the breath from Luka's chest as if he were an instrument meant to be played by him. Nobody seemed to think of Peyton as loving, but the way he touched Luka even when he was hurting him... it was born of love. So much of it Luka didn't know what to do. So much he didn't know how to accept it. But that's okay now, because... because...215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG44jKtxCdU
Luka groaned as Peyton's teeth scraped down his thigh, leaving angry red trails broken only by the ropes, fingers twitching even though they were effectively useless now, forcing him to abandon the thought unfinished. His hole squelched obscenely as it tightened around Peyton's fingers.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyDifzYU0CB
"Hm... it really is for the best, isn't it? What chance would a wimp like you stand anyway?"
None. None, I'm... I'm helpless for you, Peyton ..215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr9Z59zjcZs
The thought thrilled him. Luka hadn't been helpless even when he was, ever-confident in the tooth and nail that had taken him this far. He could only be vulnerable like this with Peyton, only wanted to be with him like this. Peyton was the only one who could handle him, the only one who knew how to toe the line without tipping Luka over too far in any one direction. He held Luka in the palm of his hand and knew exactly when to close his fist over him, when to squeeze him like a stress toy, when to ease up and soothe him with the simple caress of his thumb. Luka reveled in the heady mix of compassion and dominance, the heaviness of it bearing down on him, filling him just like his fingers-215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6i0unjTz1f
"I could do anything to you. Just imagine the possibilities..."
His eyes batted dreamily as his mouth drifted toward Luka's knee.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdKKcBo4HSD
"Every part of you, on display for me..."
Luka hissed- or, tried to- when Peyton's teeth pinched thin skin toward the back of his knee. Just enough to feel it. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVntdmkxWGM
"I could put you down on your knees and fuck your throat..." You're fucking killing me, Peyton ...Further, a thumb scraping across Luka's heel. "Or I could string you up by your toes and paddle that sweet ass of yours 'til you cry..."
Luka could sob just listening, but the sudden playful smack to the bottom of his foot made him forget it, back in his body with a jolt.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGR2Ige65cv
"But no, no... I have plans for you..."
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I wish he talked like this every time. So nice to hear his voice, shit...
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Not as nice was the slow spread of Peyton's lips, too wicked to be called a smile.
"I think I'm gonna mark every bit of you. Sound fun?"
Luka hoped beyond hope that the little bit he was able to move his head in a nod was clear enough. He needed it. Needed it. Peyton chuckled, wrenching Luka's bound thighs as far apart as possible, making his hips cinch.
"I knew you'd like that, you sick little freak. And that's exactly why I'm gonna go slow-"
Blinding pleasure-pain sank into Luka's core as Peyton's fingers worked him inside and his thumbnail caught at the root of his cock, just shy of leaving a crescent-shaped imprint.
"-and make you feel every-fucking-thing..."
The first wave. Luka felt the high coming on, endorphins flooding his system... but not the ones that made him fight; the ones that made his back arch and heels dig into the mattress. The ones that made his cock pulse to the same beat as his hole around Peyton, trying to suck him in even as Luka wailed inside at the fact it wasn't his cock. All because Peyton leaned over and bit his shoulder. He felt his flesh break between his teeth. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWg3IH7bh2T
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"Are you still fighting me?"
Luka blinked, Peyton's face coming back into focus. He had one of Luka's feet hooked through his belt, resting on his back as he opened his pants.
"Really, I should've known better than to think just this would tire you out. You're so needy..."
He wasn't wrong. His left hand was soaked with Luka's arousal, but he needed so much more than this, desperation turning to frustration on a dime. Watching Peyton slick his cock with it made Luka struggle and scream, bonds and gag be damned.
Fuck, waiting like this is torture-!
A sharp slap to the side of his tip was all it took to break him out of it. As quickly as the tantrum had started, it ended with nothing more than Peyton's palm and a stern look. It didn't even hurt, but the noise and the sudden disorientation were more than enough to silence him. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXcuAkt6tPw
"Bitching out is not an option, Luka."
He grabbed Luka's chin when he still tried to turn away.
"And being a brat will get you nowhere. What happened to my good little toy?"
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I dunno... second wind, I guess...?
Peyton's mouth curled in a grin. "Oh, I get it. So fucking cock-addicted you can't even wait for me to give it you without pitching a fit, huh?" 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzpWE9WaKzk
"Mmph!" he agreed.
Yes, that's exactly what it is, I just need your cock so so bad-215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEo0YfuyzGh
"Yeah? Can't be empty for five fucking seconds, huh? Well-"215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTtCYyXT6xq
Luka snapped into an arch as Peyton's cockhead breached him, spreading his hole around it, making him feel the pressure... but nothing more. He just left it there, barely in. Luka whined, squirming, but Peyton stilled him with another hard bite, this time around his nipple. Luka screamed behind the gag, and the heave of his chest only made Peyton's teeth catch deeper. Peyton himself groaned, sucking hard until the red of his blood was joined by the black and blue of his bruised flesh.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHKle0SCRQy
"Fuck, so good..."
Peyton probably hadn't even meant to say it aloud, given it was just a low murmur, but the intimate way his lips brushed Luka's skin as he spoke them felt so reverent it nearly brought tears to Luka's eyes...215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8cKo3qmMcE
Tears that fell as soon as Peyton's cock slammed deep inside him. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWP7jxy6hlY
"Mmm-mmph!"
"Mm-hm. Decided if you want cock so bad, you can have it all at once. But from now on, I'm taking my time no matter how much you beg... so don't annoy me."
Luka nodded vigorously, finally feeling his neck loosen a bit, getting used to this position, the intoxication of Peyton inside him. 215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQO9Wryj6Wp
"Fuck, you're pathetic. So desperate to become my little fucktoy. You'd love it if I just let you cockwarm me all day, wouldn't you?"
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"Too bad you didn't come here for that though, huh, doll?"215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsyrNMa1mte
The tears just kept coming. Every word had him strung tight as a bow and he couldn't do a damn thing to move Peyton along except clench around him. With a promise of something more on the table, cockwarming already just wasn't enough.
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I need it, Peyton, please do something, anything-!
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He received a reward in the form of another bite, over his other nipple this time, squirming with the flicks of Peyton's tongue over the bud before he tightened his jaw, blood spilling into his mouth and staining his teeth red as he pulled away.
"Yeaahhh, that's what you came here for. Came to bleed for me... Bet you're dying for me to just get to it already. Bet you want me to forget what I'm doing and just fuck you raw and send you on your way, huh?"
Streaks of pain followed Peyton's nails down his sides, ripping into him just shy of drawing more blood- a boastful show of Peyton's control and dexterity. One that made Luka blaze even as Peyton withdrew his cock, replacing it once more with his fingers.
"Well, that's too bad," came his voice through the ring in Luka's ears. "You're my toy, and I'm not done playing with you. Who knows? Might be all night before I've had my fill..."
Teasing bastard, just fuck me- FUCK ME-!
Instead, Peyton pushed his legs up, sending Luka rolling onto his shoulders, and bit the inside of his thigh so hard his vision went out for a moment. If he could kick at him, he would have on pure instinct. Sensing this, Peyton jabbed his teeth in further, his decadent moan reverberating straight up through Luka's groin.
"Oh, baby boy... I think we have a problem here."
Luka's eyes rolled back open- unaware that he'd even closed them- and blinked the tears away until he could see Peyton l clearly. The sharp inhale he took was involuntary; he just looked so gorgeous like this, one cheek pressed to Luka's bleeding thigh, grinning with the satisfaction of a lion with a carcass all to itself.
"I like your blood on my teeth just a little too much... I need more..."
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He sucked the wound. Luka nearly blacked out from the pleasure, toes curled so tight they hurt, trembling all over. The way Peyton groaned as he popped off it again, lapping obsessively at the bite, made Luka's back spasm.
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Please please please, wanna cummm...!
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He wouldn't, though. Couldn't. Either Peyton needed to fuck him, or hurt him much more. This teetering between it all would surely drive Luka to madness if he didn't. But no, no, still Peyton made him wait, chewing his way to another delectable biting spot. Luka felt the smooth fronts of his teeth and the soft glide of wetted lips on his skin as he went, tantalizing. It was enough to make Luka struggle anew, bringing a smile to Peyton's reddened mouth.
"Love watching you writhe like that, as if you'll ever get free on your own... stupid little thing..."
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Luka ground his teeth into the gag. It was all he could do to distract himself, his face so hot it felt like his head would pop.
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I need it, I need it, I can't do it, I can't-!
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Peyton's hand closed around Luka's knee, keeping him in position as he left bite after bite along the insides of his thighs. Pain and pleasure melded into a swirling mass at the pit of Luka's stomach, sweat and tears pouring down in equal measure as the coppery scent of blood weighed in the air between them. Peyton's fingers were relentless, finally stroking a spot inside him that made him see stars. Luka was powerless to stop the orgasmic tidal wave.
"Oh, sweet thing..." Peyton purred through the haze. "Coming for me already? I'm honored... but don't you dare assume I'm done with you..."
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Luka wouldn't. He didn't want Peyton to be done with him yet.
After all, there was no worse fate for a good toy than to be cast aside too soon.
Peyton's hands were rough on the smoothest parts of Luka's skin, tracing around his bites and licking the blood away. Peyton moaned from somewhere deep inside, feeling himself tighten around Peyton's fingers, already trying to bring him in for another round. That was all he could do now. The rest of him had gone heavy and warm, unresponsive to his mind's commands as he gave himself over to Peyton's every whim.
Luka shivered as Peyton drew his tongue in slow circles around a bite, until he was whimpering pathetically from the stimulation.
"There's so much of you left to mark... Are you gonna make it, L-uk-a?"
He obviously couldn't answer, but he knew what Peyton wanted to hear; he gave it freely, almost without conscious consent, a long, loud moan breaking past the gag.
"Are you now?" he teased, as if that had been a yes, which it may as well be- "I dunno. Cumming on my fingers like that... Doesn't look so good for your endurance today, huh?"
Luka shook his head- he wasn't entirely sure himself what he meant by that- and Peyton shifted, his thighs supporting Luka's so he could adjust himself, his cock shifting position. Once aligned, Peyton leaned and placed his hands down either side of his body like a panther about to pounce. All so he could whisper in Luka's ear: "You know I'm not beyond breaking my toys, don't you?"
Peyton chose that moment for his teeth to sink into his ear and his cock to slam deep inside his hole again, making Luka's back arch and abs quiver, tears flowing again as he nodded frantically, in doing so making Peyton's teeth scratch further.
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Yes, I know, I want you to- I want you to break me, please, Peyton, break me break me break me-!
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"Fucking weak..." he hissed as he pulled away, even as he rolled his hips so sweetly, finally moving the knotted rope away from Luka's cock. "Not even gonna fight me, huh? Not even gonna try?" Luka shook his head.
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I don't want to! I can't save myself anymore, so Peyton, just decide for me, please, decide if I get to break or not-!
He jolted with a scream when Peyton's palm collided with aching his cock, but still, he did not fight. All of it had drained right out of him.
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I'm yours. Break me how you wish...
"No self-preservation instincts at all. You're lucky you ended up in my hands. Who knows what would have happened to a pretty toy like you?"
Luka didn't want to know. He didn't want to know anyone but Peyton like this, wanted only him to touch him this way.
"You're lucky I value you like this... Imagine if I let my friends play with you, too?"
Oh, he could. He could imagine just fine the sensation of several pairs of hands on him, gripping without regard for the bruises they'd leave, pulling at his hair, brutalizing him. Revulsion and arousal raced through him in equal measure, unsettling his stomach and making his cheeks burn brighter. Peyton smothered it all with another harsh smack across his cock, the swollen tip so hard, straining for relief but receiving only pain. It made his hole even puffier, too, closing just that much tighter around Peyton.
"Little thing like you, I could lose you anywhere... Anyone could pick you up and play as if you belonged to them..."
Luka shook his head furiously.
I would never allow that-!
He only stopped when Peyton yanked at a fistful of his hair.
"What're you doing, shaking your head like that? You can't even stop me, why should I believe you'd be able to stop anyone else?"
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Because I don't want to stop you, don't you understand-?!
"Slutty little dolls like you need to be kept under lock and key. Kept close."
This time when he leaned in, he didn't bite, only ghosted his breath across the lobe, making Luka shudder.
"Remember this, whore: you are mine.”
Peyton staked his claim with the most visible mark yet, one that would not be hidden by hair or clothes. Luka would wear the bite on his neck as proudly. Peyton's bite was better, in his opinion: there is nothing quite like having your lover imprinted on your skin.
From now on, Peyton wouldn't talk as much, Luka knew that. But then again, he didn't have to. His mouth was busy leaving the promised marks all over Luka's body, attacking his collarbones next as he fucked the life itself out of Luka.
This was the closest thing to rapture he'd ever get.
Luka savored the pleasure and pain like Peyton savored the taste of his blood and painting Luka in his own arousal, heedless for how the fluids mixed, for the way the salt of sweat and slick stung his wounds. It was even better that way. Luka didn't want him to care. He just wanted to watch Peyton pant above him as he fucked him the way no one else would, no one else could, slapping Luka's hole and driving his cock to the parts of his core nothing else could reach, prodding at it until Luka collapsed from the inside out.
His chest heaved into a second orgasm, sobbing loudly behind the gag with only more slaps, one of Peyton's fingers catching on Luka's cock in such a way it almost felt good. What felt so much better was the way Peyton moaned, hips stuttering as Luka viced tight around his cock, quaking with the force of his climax.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyaHI43tPcN
"Yeah, that's it..."
Peyton started to move again before Luka was even finished, making him gasp and twist against his bonds, mindless with the assault of pleasure on his senses, his cock throbbing.
"Always come so pretty for me..."
Luka keened. The praise burned him up worse than any insult, scorching in his veins to the beat of Peyton's thrusts.
"So pretty for me... my beautiful little bleeding doll..."
He took hold of Luka's hips roughly, but not unkindly; his grip was one of a man barely clutching at the edge of his self-control, not one looking to hurt. Not anymore. Now it was just about pummeling that tender ache in Luka's center until he spilled over, releasing the last shreds of his sanity to pleasure and sex and pain.
"Such a good toy for me... So good..."
Yes. Only for you.
That was all Luka wanted. All he wanted to be was good. It was all he'd ever wanted, really.
And for Peyton, he could be. He was.
"Good little fucktoy... Taking it so well for me..."
Luka was beyond sound now, beyond struggle, eyes barely open with the ecstasy overtaking his being. All he could do was take it, but Peyton praised him for it all the same.
I'm good... I'm good for him... I'm good...
Peyton's breaths were getting higher. He was close, Luka could practically smell it, and with his fingers now delving beneath them to touch himself, it would only be a matter of time before Peyton was finished. Before we're done playing...
"Ah... Lu-Ka...!"
At last, it was Peyton's turn to shudder, head back as he moaned long and low into his orgasm. It fed Luka's frenzy, gushing around him as he continued to ride the waves of his own leftover climax.
Fuckk! he's cumming inside me!
Even as despair at the thought of stopping tightened in his chest, Luka couldn't help but follow Peyton over the edge. He'd follow Peyton anywhere, after all.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPvNXr4oP9R
Peyton bit his lower lip to silence himself as he came down, still bucking in small, erratic jerks that had Luka whimpering.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3Gxy4a1jQn
"Fuck..."
For a moment, it was still safe for their trembling flesh and quiet save for their labored breathing. Luka watched through teary eyes as Peyton withdrew his fingers from behind the himself. His eyes were hazy, his mouth lopsided in a smug, satisfied grin. He reached forward, tugging the gag free from Luka's mouth. He did not need to be told to open for him; Luka's was his. He would accept anything he had to give him, from humiliation to piercing teeth and slick-wet fingers. He was happy to take them, mouth already watering as he anticipated the taste of them. Peyton always touched them both with the same hand, the same fingers, until they become one and the same on his skin. Even with his mouth open, though, Peyton still traced his fingers along his lower lip first as if to ask for permission. As if you need to ask a toy.
Luka drew his tongue languidly across the callouses on his fingertips, flickered the tip across the creases of his knuckles and let his nails drag across flat of his tongue, moaning all the while.
"You really are such a slut," Peyton murmured, but he looked far too pleased for it to sound mean.
Good for him. I'm good for Peyton...
"You like the way we taste, hm?"
A moan was Luka's only answer, closing his eyes as he licked and sucked the taste from his left hand. He wished it would stay in his mouth forever. Luka wished Peyton could just live inside him, wished that the next time they were wrapped up in each other they'd just melt into one being...
So he all but howled as Peyton attempted to pull out, stopping his partner short with remarkable speed. The eyes Peyton turned on him now were hazy, mouth lopsided in a smug grin.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ1CZCvhkLq
"What? Not enough for you still?"
He didn't need to answer. With a grunt and a pull with just one hand, Peyton had Luka flipped over entirely. He let him suffocate against a pillow for only a moment before pulling him up by the hair, electricity seeming to zip across his scalp to meet Peyton's fist.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNfzmn86uXQ
"Guess we can play a little longer, then..."
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He could say it now that the gag had been removed, but all he managed was a mewl as Peyton pushed into the new angle, spreading Luka's bound legs as far as possible again, wrenching his head to the side to get into the crook of his neck and shoulder.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBUbfipbzh2
"This is why... I love playing with you, Luka..."
He clenched hard around Peyton's cock, so hard he felt as if he were bruising his own insides.
"Only an insatiable little whore like you... could possibly take me like this...”
This time, when Peyton bit him, it was with intent Luka would wear this mark as well, clear across his throat from the first. He could already feel the symmetry, knew how they would look in the mirror tomorrow and keened.
"Say it," Peyton purred to that spot, lapping at his blood once more. "Tell me how much you want it."
"So bad..."
Luka's voice had shattered into something unrecognizable. Hoarser, huskier, but not tired. Never tired, not of Peyton. If anything, the next thrust just granted him the strength to continue.
"Ahhhnn... want... want you so bad, Peyton..."
"Of course you do. But why should I give it to you?"
"'Cause... I'm... auuhh!... I'm your... your good.... good little... f-fucktoy...!"
It truly felt as if he couldn't speak unless Peyton forced the words out with each thrust. Just as well: he was only ever honest like this, speared through the middle with his head held to the heavens.
The way you break me... is something divine...
"That is true," he agreed easily, so easily it made Luka go gooey inside. "You've been very good... so good for me..."
Luka's next cry came out higher, desperate for...
He wasn't sure what. Peyton had given him everything he wanted, was still giving it to him, and all he could do was whine about it. He could feel the tears coming on again, but knew this time that once he started, he wouldn't be able to stop. There would be no consoling him. He didn't want that, but he knew for a fact Peyton did.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJrFHhq3u9w
"There's just one more thing I wanted from you... Luka..."
Peyton spoke his name as if it were sacred even as his nails seared their way up Luka's body, pulling him back against Peyton's chest until he was seated in his lap, the hand in his hair shifting to hold his jaw.215Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRE3bbCBppd
"Don't you want to know what it is?"
He already did. It was the same thing Peyton always wanted. With his gaze going blurry on the ceiling, Luka still responded with bated breath: "Yes..."
He could feel Peyton grin against his shoulder.
"I want you... to just fucking break already..."
So Luka did what a good toy would, and broke.
His scream was shaped like Peyton's name, shattering him into a million pieces as still, he tried his best to ride Peyton's cock, to move with the rough up-and-down of his hands on his hips, making his jaw clench in Luka's shoulder as they both came again.
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Luka was still crying when he came to. He wasn't sure how long he'd lost awareness for, how long he'd become a broken little doll in Peyton's lap. All he knew was that Peyton was holding him tight to his chest like he was something precious as he cut the ropes away from his body- unraveling one thing as he mended another. His kisses soothed the wounds on Luka's shoulders, neck, and ears. His lips chased away the sting from the spots on his scalp that throbbed from Peyton pulling his hair too hard. His cock was still buried deep inside him; he knew how much Luka liked to keep him there after, only ever removed it early to punish him.
I only get punished... if I'm bad... I made lots of noise... and a big mess... and I... I moved so much... I fought him so hard at the beginning...
He choked down a sob.
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Was I good? Did he mean it? Or... Or was I...?
"Do you hear me now, Luka?"
Instantly, he relaxed into Peyton's hold.
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He's talking so nice to me... I must have been good... I had to have been...
"It's okay if you can't speak yet," he murmured, massaging Luka's arms, testing for injury aside from the bites as he straightened them back out again. It felt foreign to be unbound now; Luka liked that Peyton took charge and articulated his limbs for him.
Just stay calm... stay calm...
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"Playtime's over now..."
His fingers slotted between Luka's , stretching them out of the claws he'd fashioned from tension.
"You're okay. Not goin' anywhere..."
If he thought he was relaxed before, Luka was practically puddling on Peyton now. Nothing made him melt more than this- Peytons hands interlaced with his, lips pressed soft to Luka's pulse, sweat sticking their bangs down flat, breathing out of time until they synced together.
"You were so good for me today... perfect little plaything..."
Luka's eyes fluttered shut, feeling as if he was taking a deep breath after a long swim to the surface.
I was good... I was perfect...
His tears now were different than before. Gone was the desperation, the fiery heat of passion, the distortion of subspace. Now it was just the two of them, bodies warm and wet, the honey-gold ache of his afterglow. He hardly even hurt anymore, not when all he could think at the sight of his marks was proof Peyton loved him...
Peyton purred, sliding his arms around him to keep from jostling as they shifted in their embrace, tucking his face closer to Luka's throat.
"It's okay... you were so good for me, it's okay...."
Assured, Luka allowed Peyton to pull out now, the suppressed sob ripping free along with his cock. Luka leaked onto the bed, quivering with his lip between his teeth.
"Oh, babydoll... so fucking good for me..."
Luka melted into him, into the praise and the feeling of curious fingers smearing slick around his puffy hole and pulsing cock. He mewled, squirming.
"Hey, shh-shh," Peyton soothed. "Gotta make sure I didn't hurt you too bad..." He nodded though as he spoke, as if he was pleased with what he saw, beginning to draw back. "Might bruise a little... you want me to get you some ice...?"
Luka shook his head, attempting to turn in Peyton's hold only to find his legs still bound. Peyton cut the last of the ropes away, pushing the whole bundle of them off the bed.
"One second, just a second..."
He stilled, letting Peyton scoop him up and move him to the other side of the bed, laying him down gently on the pillows.
"So cute when you go limp like this. Really are like a perfect little doll, all for me... little bleed-for-me doll, hm...?"
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Luka whined as Peyton petted calloused hands across the insides of his thighs, grazing the bites. Spread open like this, there was no hiding the way his cock throbbed. Peyton grinned, batting half-lidded eyes as he gathered slick on his fingers.
"Fucking perfect..."
He scrunched his eyes shut, hips bucking just from the brush of Peyton's thigh against his. He gingerly straddled it, then raised Luka's other leg up onto his hip.
"Wish you could see yourself right now... So beautiful..."
He flushed bright red, rolling instinctively into the pressure of Peyton's body settling on his own. One hand between their legs, the other holding Luka's wrist down, Peyton draped himself over Luka, dipped his tongue into his mouth, and rutted their hard, wet cocks together.
The noise that ripped out of Luka's chest was undignified. Peyton was a rude bastard, giggling at him.
"I really did turn you into a whore," he teased, fingers teasing either side of their cocks as he ground them together. "All fucked out and still want more..."
Satisfied with the way Luka jolted with every movement, Peyton withdrew his fingers and filled Luka's mouth with them instead. He moaned at the renewed taste of them, sucked them sloppily as Peyton hitched him up a little higher, rubbing their wetness together now, too.
"Fuuuhh...ckk..."
Luka's breath went wild at the sudden crunch of Peyton's abs, the deep moan he gave as he fucked his bare cock into Luka's spent little hole. Peyton removed his fingers so he wouldn't choke, but kept them close, pulling playfully at the corner of Luka's lips and tracing his teeth with his thumb.
"Nnnfff...!"
He's so hard, he tastes so good... Peyton...!
Luka watched his jaw fall open and his eyes roll, gripping recklessly at ass and shoulder as he panted.
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Please, Peyton, please Peyton-!
"Ahhh yes..."
He heard Peyton's breath fall out of rhythm, watched his eyes roll again and muscles bunch.
"Lu-ka Fuck!"
Unexpectedly, Peyton's climax accelerated Luka's. Giving a wordless wail, he pressed himself flush to Peyton's body, grinding desperately on his cock.
".... pleasepleaseplease, so good 'pey, so good, want you so bad, please..."
Peyton silenced his babbling with a deep kiss, fingers returning to Luka's cock. At last, he took his time touching it, coating it with spit and slick as he chewed Luka's lips.
"C'mon now," he encouraged, breath feather-light against Luka's hungry mouth. "Be a good little fucktoy and cum now..."
Two fingers penetrating him, two jerking their cocks, teeth scraping against his tongue, and Luka's world went out in a fount of ecstasy.
Panting in the aftermath of his final messy orgasm, Peyton rumbled a laugh against his clavicle.
"Incredible... this is why you'll always be my favorite..."
Favorite...
There it was. The real reason Luka could never stay away from Peyton long. He was the only one who saw Luka like this. The only one to ever look at him so warmly and say words like favorite, best, good- perfect.
Peyton rolled off him, settling on his side before tugging Luka in up against him. His arms were strong around Luka's, his sturdy in his chest.
I'm here, I'm alive, and I'm strong. So is he. We're alright...
"Don't worry, babydoll... Always know how repair my toys... Just breathe with me..."
Just breathe... I can do that...
In that moment, he could have done anything if Peyton only asked.
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