Once fully undressed, Damien wrapped his arms around Alex's waist, from behind, and lifted him effortlessly, carrying him to the nearby sofa. He laid Alex down on his stomach before settling himself between his legs.
"Lift your ass," Damien instructed, sliding a hand beneath him.
Alex complied, raising his bottom while pressing his face against the cool leather of the sofa, and finding some balance on his forearms and knees. The chill felt refreshing against his flushed cheeks and skin.
With a slow, deliberate movement, Damien eased himself in, leaning forward so that his body pressed firmly against Alex's back. Alex was still sensitive from earlier, his entire form abuzz with heightened awareness. Damien steadied himself on his elbows beside Alex, effectively caging him in. In that moment, Alex felt small beneath the weight of Damien's muscled frame.
As Damien continued to slide in and out, each inch heightened Alex's sensations, making everything feel even more intense. Alex almost preferred him to move fast rather than slow like this. The intensity of Damien's hardness, slipping in inch by inch felt overwhelming somehow.
Leaning in closer, Damien traced his tongue along Alex's nape once more, igniting another wave of shivers through him.
"Uh," Alex gasped, in spite of himself. "Don't do that," he said to Damien, but Damien didn't say anything.
This experience was new for Alex. No one had ever teased his pheromone glands like that, not even Damien during their week together. He found it baffling why he reacted so deeply, but the sensation both excited and unnerved him.
Damien, however, seemed to ignore Alex's words. Instead, he laughed, as if he had stumbled upon something fascinating. He continued to lick at Alex's nape, playfully scraping his teeth against the sensitive skin, and Alex's body kept responding the same way. His hips moved on their own accord, instinctively opening wider.
Suddenly, Damien's grip tightened around Alex's chin, holding his face in a firm grasp before his teeth sank deep into Alex's pheromone glands. A rush of pain mixed with pleasure coursed through Alex's body, igniting a primal instinct within him. His hips began to move frantically in response, Damien's dick thrusting hard inside him.
For a moment, Alex was lost in the exhilaration of the fervor, too caught up to realize that he was the one initiating the rhythm, not the other way around. He was the one fucking Damien, not Damien fucking him. Ignoring the soreness in his back and hips, he moved faster, driven by an intense need.
Damien's teeth remained embedded in his nape, and Alex could feel him twitching and swelling, his bulging dick pressing on his inside, the sensations heightening his desire. The signals of Damien's arousal spurred him on, encouraging him to thrust harder and deeper, each movement resonating with an intoxicating rhythm.
Alex didn't feel like himself anymore and all he wanted was for Damien to fill him up with his seed. The yearning within him mirrored the fervor that Damien had shown earlier, each thrust building an intensity that left him gasping for breath. Just as it seemed he could bear it no longer, Damien let out a low, guttural groan, shuddering as he came inside Alex. Alex's back arched with his own timely climax, pressing his behind even tighter against Damien, his insides tightening around his dick as if to squeeze him out of every drop of cum.
For the first time he heard Damien moan with pleasure and he finally released his nape.
Alex sank onto the sofa, a wave of exhaustion washing over him as Damien tumbled onto him. Damien felt heavy against his back. Alex could feel the rapid beat of his heart echoing against him. He panted softly, his breath hot against the tender skin of his nape, a reminder of the intensity that had just passed between them.
"Why act so hard to get when you like to be fucked so much?" Damien chuckled derisively against his ear. "You were missing my dick so much that you couldn't stop pounding me and squeezing me dry."
They stayed like that for a while then Damien pulled out a little and then he slammed back in.
"Uh," Alex let out a muffled moan, his face buried in the crook of his arm.
When are you going to stop, asshole! Alex cursed inwardly.
Oh, right. Damien was a freaking beast. They used to fuck for hours without him breaking a sweat. He wasn't a dominant alpha for nothing.
As Damien started pounding him harder and harder, Alex found himself spiraling toward an inevitable climax. After being bit like that and blood trickling down his nape, spilling on to the sofa, getting fucked so hard was becoming a bit unbearable.
But Alex wasn't going to beg him to stop because it felt like that would only fan the fire and make Damien fuck him even harder. After coming inside him again, Damien finally pulled
out and got off from on top of him.
Alex laid on his stomach for a few moments then decided to get up. He didn't want to spend a minute longer in the same room with Damien.
Breathless and overwhelmed, he tried to scramble to his feet. A warm, thick trickle of liquid began to streak down his legs, his stomach sticky with his own cum. Yeah, Damien had filled him up real good. Dizziness was clouding his vision, a whirlpool of emotions twisting his gut—sorrow, shame, helplessness, anger, disgust. He felt completely spent, both physically and emotionally. But, at least, it was over. Whatever that had been.
Damien looked at him with an unsettling nonchalance as he began to clean himself up with wet wipes.
"Can I have some too?" Alex gasped, hand outstretched.
"No," Damien responded, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "You will put on your clothes and leave. You will not go to the bathroom to clean yourself up. You have to walk home like that, dripping with cum and with my mark on your neck, exposed, for anyone walking by to see."
His words hung in the air, tinged with mockery. A million emotions surged within Alex—outrage, disbelief, the dim wisp of defiance—but the fire flickered out. He couldn't fight this man who felt so utterly devoid of the affection he once knew and he didn't want to stay there any longer.
With wobbly movements, Alex donned his clothes and sneakers, the fabric sticking uncomfortably to his skin. As he moved toward the door, he could feel the evidence of what transpired leaking from him, knowing full well the stains would eventually show through the jeans. He was too afraid to touch his nape, but could feel the blood sliding down his skin and the skin burnt like it was on fire.
Just before stepping out of the office, he spoke, voice shaking but filled with resolve. "If revenge is your purpose, you should feel pleased with yourself because you are succeeding. Fair warning though, you might come to regret it one day, but it will be too late to undo the harm you have caused." And then he walked out without waiting for a response.
The air felt thick and oppressive as he crossed the threshold into the corridor. Tugging his sweater off, he knotted it around his waist in a last desperate attempt to shield some of his dignity. The world outside was an unwelcoming blend of stark reality; the chill of late summer air contrasted sharply with the warmth of humiliation seeping through his veins. Regret lodged in his throat for not having brought a jacket; the projected discomfort loomed over him like a storm cloud.
Staggering down the street, every step was a reminder of what he had just gone through and a nauseating tug in his stomach made the journey home feel insurmountable. But he had no choice but to walk. At least, the streets were empty in the dead of night.