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“Fuck you Dark! You won the argument and so what?” Wilford was furious. It was nothing. Just a simple quarrel, he told himself. “Not a big deal anyway!” he sighed.
“But if it was nothing, then why the hell am I so pissed off?” He sighed heavily and began unbuttoning his shirt. He needed to take a shower to let out some steam.
He quickly stripped down and tossed his clothes onto the floor, stepped into the shower and turned on the water. The stream of water droplets felt warm against his skin. A little too warm. He adjusted the temperature slightly until it was perfect.
He enjoyed the water trickling down his exposed body, closing his eyes and savoring the gentle feeling on his skin.
He heard some noise coming from outside the showerstall. It was definitely Dark. “You better not try to argue with me again. I’m not in the mood right now!” Wilford called out, his voice low and angry.
Suddenly he felt an arm snake around his waist. “What are you doing?” Wilford complained, trying to turn around, but Dark didn’t let him. He pressed him up against the wall and covered his mouth with his hand, a muffled whimper escaping him. He could feel his dick rubbing against him.
“Shhh… it’s just me…” he whispered seductively in Wilford’s ear before he gently nibbled on his earlobe. Wilford struggled lightly in his arms, trying to escape his grip, but he only tightened his arm around him, pushing him harder against the wall.
“Don’t pretend this isn’t what you want, Wil.” He murmured against his skin as he trailed his lips over his neck. He was right. Wilford did want it, but he refrained from telling him. He wouldn’t let him gloat about it.
Dark moved his hand from his mouth as he bit his neck softly, leaving behind a dull red mark.
“Please Dark… Don’t…” he pleaded, his voice unusually meek. Dark chuckled, but much to his surprise, he loosened his grip on his body.
“I know you’ll relish this, so quit your complaining.” He slid his fingers down Wilford’s back, making him gasp at the touch. Wilford didn’t want it to happen, yet he loved what he was doing to him. He shouldn’t like it, but it felt so good.
“Dark…” He moaned quietly, as he felt fingers massaging his buttocks. “Please…”
“Quiet!” he demanded, tightening his grip on him again, pulling a whimper from him.
Wilford let out a strangled groan, his hips jerking involuntarily as he felt a slick finger brush over his puckered hole. Dark repeated the caress several times before he suddenly withdrew and Wilford couldn't help but feel disappointed when he stopped.
Turning his head to look at Dark, he briefly noticed him stroking his own cock with slick fingers, sparsely lubing himself. Quick to take advantage, Dark captured his lips in a rough kiss, biting down on his lower lip as he let out an almost demonic growl.
Wilford could taste his own blood, pulling away from him, a sharp gasp emitting from his throat. With no warning, he felt him push a lubed finger into him. His hips jerked and he threw his head back against him as the finger was pushed deep and fast inside of him.
He thrust his finger at an agonizingly rapid pace, Wilford’s body shuddering against his. It felt so good. Why did it have to feel so damn good? He didn’t want it, but he needed it! He hated when he did those things to him, yet he loved how it made him feel.
Dark’s teeth grazed his neck as he withdrew his finger from him. He rested his hands on his hips, gripping hard enough to leave bruises.
Squeezing his eyes tightly shut, Wilford gritted his teeth as Dark pushed his cock painfully into him. His body tensed involuntarily at the intrusion, a harsh noise being ripped from him. He panted loudly as Dark immediately began thrusting roughly into him, harder and deeper with every move. It hurt but the pain felt wonderful.
Dark didn’t care if he was hurting him. His pace seemed to increase with every passing second. Wilford didn’t care either. He just wanted him to continue. He needed it. He needed the pain. He needed the pleasure.
He sobbed brokenly as Dark increased his tempo, fumbling to reach for one of Dark’s hands, grabbing it and leading it to his own throbbing dick, guiding his fingers along it with a desperate ferocity. “Ah- I want you to fuck me harder!” he panted loudly, “I want you to make me come!”
Dark growled hoarsely in his ear as he pounded vigorously into him, his hand pumping his cock fast and rough. He gasped for breath and howled as he violently buried himself in Wilford, filling him with his cum. It was enough to bring Wilford over the edge and he cried out, legs nearly buckling under him as he came into Dark’s waiting hand.
His eyes squeezed shut as his whole body shuddered in the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. He panted rapidly, mumbling Dark’s name, his vision blurring for a moment and he feared he might black out. His body slumped wearily back against Dark’s heaving chest, his hot breath grazing his neck.
Dark pulled out of him, cum trickling from his abused hole, and quickly abandoned him in the shower. Wilford was still struggling to catch his breath, body still trembling in the aftermath of his orgasm, not wanting to waste any time speaking to him. He knew it wouldn't matter anyway.
“That was exquisite, Wil.” he chuckled between raspy breaths. He smirked wickedly before wiping himself down with Wilford’s towel and then tossed it on the damp floor. Watching him cautiously, Dark left just as quickly as he had arrived.
Wilford closed his eyes and wondered to himself, resting his forehead against the chilled wall, his breath fogging the tiles. “Why did I let this happen again? Why do I keep letting him do this to me?!”
He sighed heavily as he stepped out of the shower, wincing slightly, looking down at the floor. The water was faintly decorated by a crimson color. It was blood. He made him bleed. He was so caught up in the moment, he didn’t even realize.
Wilford couldn’t help but smile. He hated him so much sometimes, yet he was the only one who could give him what he needed. In a way, they were a perfect couple.