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The room is loud with whines, whimpers, and the obscene squelching of Regulus' cunt. His legs are trembling, almost rendered useless as he tries his very best to fuck himself on James' cock. The bastard is just laying there, grinning up at him, arms behind his head. It makes Regulus dizzy. He can barely move, and it's not fast enough. Not hard enough. He wants to cry. He's pretty sure he is crying.
“What’s wrong, baby?” James cooes cruelly, “Are your little legs too weak? Can't ride me the right way?”
A loud whine escapes Regulus, and he slumps forward a little, moving his hips in an uneven, sloppy rhythm. “Daddy, please,” he sobs, eyes teary and face red, “Please, please, please. Fuck me…!”
James tuts, and he places a soft slap on Regulus' face before grabbing it, making the younger man look at him. “You did this to yourself, baby. Dressing like that at a party and looking at everyone like that,” he scoffs, moving Regulus' head around like he's a doll, making the boy whimper, “Now you want to be fucked stupid? You're not getting that, love.”
It's unfair. Regulus lets out another sob, trying to pick up speed again. He's still wearing the short skirt, and the soft thigh highs. James ripped off everything else the second they got home. They barely made it inside, and now they're fucking in the living room. But not properly. Regulus usually doesn't have to do anything, usually James does whatever he wants—Fucks him silly without hesitation. Now he has to do all the work, and Regulus' legs feel so weak.
“Daddy…!” he whines again, unable to do anything but beg as he tries to match the speed he needs. But there's no way he can do that. Regulus can't do it himself. His hands dig into James' pecs, and his legs scramble for a better hold at the bigger man's sides. It seems like he's completely ignoring Regulus' begging now. Not paying him any mind, just watching.
Again, again, again, again. He has started only raising his hips and letting gravity do the rest by pulling him down on that deliciously large cock, but it's still not enough. It's driving him insane, making him want to scream.
The younger man whines as one of his legs loses its halt and pushes off the sofa, trying to get it back on the cushions. “Daddy…Dadd—Mh, please, ” Regulus begs, unable to move his leg properly, barely able to get it back on the sofa, and then he does, it's still trembling just like the other one, “ Please , please. I'm sorry, Daddy, please…!”
James watches his toy with a curious expression. Admittedly, it's not enough for him either, but this is a punishment. So, he'll endure. At least for a bit more.
It's adorable, really. Watching Regulus look so wrecked and stupid on his cock, trying to move his hips as fast as he can, but unable to. “God, baby, you look like a dumb little slut,” he cooes, teasing the other by pushing his hips up just once, and then giving him nothing, “You sound so desperate, love, but you're doing so well. Come on, just a little bit more.” The large, pleased grin on James' face says it all: He's not sorry. Wouldn't ever be. Making Regulus' do this is his best decision yet.
The way his legs tremble, full of his own slick, and tears roll down his red cheeks. It's perfection.
Despite a long whine of complaint, Regulus continues. He tries to reposition his hands to James' muscular stomach, pushing himself up like that. His lips are permanently parted, unable to speak with how desperate he's beginning to get. It's insane . Regulus can feel his orgasm crawling beneath his skin, but this just won't do. Fuck. God, it's so unfair. So, so, so cruel.
Please. He can barely think with how much he needs it;
Needs James to take over.
After another agonising minute— Hour— of Regulus fucking himself on his lover's big cock, he stops. His body gives out from how turned on he is, and he slumps forward into James' body, whimpering with the other's hard prick still inside him. Regulus' pussy is drooling, and twitching. It's so warm.
A cruel laugh escapes James' throat, and the man sits up, Regulus limo against his chest.
“Oh, baby. Already giving up?” he mocks, stroking a hand over his boy's hair before gripping it to move his body, making him look at him, “Don’t tell me you're already wrecked. It's only been half an hour, and your slutty little body can't do more?”
It's humiliating. Absolutely mean. Regulus lets out a sob, the ache in his scalp delicious and good. “Daddy…,” he whines stupidly, drool dripping past his lips as he moves his hands, trying to hold onto James' arms, but even his fingers feel weak. The older man hums, grinning. “Yeah, baby. I know,” he whispers, “I think you've learned your lesson, hm?”
Before Regulus can even nod, or scream yes, God, yes, his body is lifted up and off James' cock, making him whine. He's thrown over the other's strong shoulder like a doll, and carried to the bedroom.
There, he's thrown on the mattress with a grunt, bouncing a little from the impact. He can't move, so all he does is turn his head a little. Regulus is laying on his stomach, and James is standing behind him like a God , staring down at him with that smirk. If his legs weren't already numb, he'd say that it makes his thighs feel just a little weaker. “Alright, baby. Let's give you what you want, yeah? Gonna have my fun with you tonight,” James hums dangerously, voice low and sultry as his big hands grip Regulus' waist.
With one swift movement, the athlete manhandles his lover, pulling his hips up, and spreading his trembling legs to expose his wet cunt.
“Aw, look at that,” James cooes meanly, pushing two fingers in just to spread Regulus' pussy a little, inspecting it thoroughly, “Already so pink and wrecked. Gonna make it even worse, love.”
Without a warning, the big cock slams back into Regulus, and he screams, eyes rolling back. Finally. God, oh, finally.
James starts fucking him, properly fucking him, slamming into him in fast, rough thrusts. There's no filter in Regulus' wrecked brain as he screams and sobs for more, unsure what language he's speaking. His insides feel like jelly , like something that's moving just to fit the form of James' big cock. As if that's not enough, the thrusts speed up, and the athlete angles Regulus' hips just right to slam right into his cervix, making the younger man see stars.
Regulus sobs and moans, unable to speak a single coherent word. His brain is completely gone, and all that remains is James.
Before he can try to warn the other, Regulus cums, hard. His eyes roll back into his skull, and his face pushes into the mattress, screaming loudly. It's like he can see the sparks of pleasure in his own body for a moment, and his only thoughts are James, James, please, God. A messy scramble of nothing and too much.
Of course, James doesn't stop. He holds onto Regulus' waist tightly, grip bruising in the best ways as he continues to fuck into him, grunting. One of his hands leaves its spot to grab the back of his lover's neck, pushing him further into the mattress. “That’s right, baby!” he grins proudly, hearing Regulus' brainless sobs, “God, you're wrecked, I fucked you so silly already .”
The younger man can barely breathe, his pussy stretched deliciously, and his back arched, skin aching with the hits of James' hips. With balls slapping harshly against his overstimulated clit, Regulus sobs and screams, drooling into the sheets.
His hands claw at the mattress, his entire body shaking from the pleasure as he tries to move away from it. Regulus begs, and begs, and begs, but James continues fucking him, giving im more pleasure than his weak body can handle. The only thing he can feel is the continuous ramming of James' large cock, making him see sparks and stars and colours.
“Mgh—Angh—D-Daddy, pl—,” Regulus babbles into the mattress, head still pushed down. His body is shaking with it, and he's trying to crawl away from the merciless pounding he's receiving. Though, James keeps him in place by his head, not slowing down.
When, finally , James cums, filling Regulus up with it, the younger man is completely destroyed.
The athlete chuckles breathlessly, grabbing him by his waist, and turning him around. Regulus' eyes are red with tears, face a mess of them and drool. His entire body is trembling, pussy pink and used. “Look at you, so pretty,” James cooes, leaning down to place a open-mouthed kiss on his lover's neck. Then, he spreads Regulus' legs again, and smirks at the whimper that he causes.
“Ready for the next round, love?”