*Wyl*

He parted his knees and let Robbie's body slide between them. They held each other closely, and suddenly Wyl was drowning in a sensation of sweet, aching pain derived from need. He held tighter to Robbie, clutching at him, devouring his lips between panting breaths. He combed his hands through Robbie’s hair and dropped them to his shoulders, then skimmed them down his back and inserted them beneath the thin fabric of the t-shirt, anxious to get at skin. His fingers convulsed, digging into Robbie's muscled back in a burst of longing.

Robbie picked up his pace in return, going from slowly sensual to demanding. Their mouths bruised each other with the force of their kisses. There was no cause to speak and no more need for words, just moans of desire. Wyl tightened his thighs around Robbie's torso, pulling the t-shirt the rest of the way off.

Wyl's chest was already bare, and Robbie leaned in and bit his nipple. Not a nibble, not a coy brush with his teeth, but a hard, mark-leaving bite. Wyl sucked in his breath.

"Fuck—" and then Robbie released him. A wave of heat spread over his chest and left Wyl panting, half from relief and half from a strange, wavering desire for more. Robbie had been so careful, so considerate since they'd been together, and Wyl had enjoyed the respite from the pain he'd lived with for so long. This was a new pain, though, and he wanted it even as his nipple throbbed.

Robbie pulled back, running his tongue between Wyl's pecs and down his abs. He kissed his navel, licked a long, slow circle around it, then bit down again. Wyl threw his head back, unseeing for a moment, pinpricks of light dancing across the blackness of his vision. Robbie pulled his teeth away and sucked gently at the reddened flesh. Wyl moaned his name, slowly coming back into himself.

Robbie sat up onto his knees and stripped Wyl out of his pants in one hard pull. He adjusted a cushion to cant Wyl's ass upwards, then said, "Don't touch yourself."

He ran his hands up the length of Wyl's thighs, past his slender hips and onto his abdomen, massaging the scored skin around his navel. As his hands reinvigorated the sweet burn, Robbie nipped along his inner thigh, from the crux of his knee to the junction of his hips, finally nuzzling into the sloping space between his cock and his leg. He bit again, not as hard as before but still hard, and Wyl's hips rose, in an unconscious effort both to stop him and to increase the pressure.

Robbie usually loved to tease Wyl, but he didn't seem to have the patience for that now. Proximity to his lover's cock, straining and glistening with fluid, drove whatever patience he had left out of his body. He engulfed Wyl's cock in one swift, hungry motion, taking all of it in and working his mouth around it, occasionally brushing the crown with his teeth, a sharp reminder to Wyl of the bites he'd already given him. It was a little nerve-wracking, but the anticipation and uncertainty that followed his lover's every movement heightened his enjoyment as well. Wyl dug his fingertips into Robbie's scalp, watching his lover claim ownership over his body.

Robbie sucked him deep, so deep that his head disappeared down Robbie's throat, before releasing him. "Roll over onto the arm." His voice was gravelly and rough.

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Wyl obeyed immediately. After hours of agonizing over choices and decisions, it felt good to have some things decided for him. There was no gentle brush of the lips, no tentative touch to his skin. Robbie immediately stabbed at his hole with his tongue, forcing an entrance inside of him.

Wyl gasped and arched against the arm of the couch, drawing away instinctively before pressing back into the pleasure. Robbie held him open and rimmed him hard and deep, pausing only to withdraw and bite Wyl's ass, close to the center where his muscles delved into a V-shape. He held Wyl captive, forcing his cock against the fabric of the couch arm and keeping it there, painfully aroused but unable to find relief.

Wyl felt fingers, wet with Robbie's precum, replace the fingers inside his ass. A hand slid beneath him and grabbed his balls, pulling down tightly to keep Wyl from coming as Robbie ruthlessly stroked circles around his prostate. His lover knelt behind him now, their cores so close to touching as he worked him over, controlling him, enticing him, forcing his pleasure to the shape of Robbie's desire.

Robbie withdrew his fingers, slicked them again, and put them back inside, first only two, and then a third. Wyl had no idea how he sounded, but it was probably somewhere between feral dog and responsive sex doll, a mixture of pants and growls and meaningless syllables that somehow conveyed what he was feeling: pure frustrated lust.

Wyl had almost no time to react when it finally happened. Robbie's fingers left him, but before he could respond to the loss the head of Robbie's long, hot, and very hard cock sank into him. Robbie pressed forward with his hips and seated himself fast.

"Yessss," Wyl hissed. The head scraped over his prostate, renewing the assault on his senses.

There was no waiting, no patient period of acclimatization. Robbie pulled back, thrust in, fast and hard, holding Wyl locked against the arm and desperate to move, desperate for friction and release. He jerked with surprise as Robbie smacked his ass, first one side, and then the other. The burning, tingling heat connected all the spots where Robbie had bitten him, so fresh and new in his memory.

Coupled with the pounding his ass was receiving and the incredible, unrelenting pleasure of being filled with his lover's cock, Wyl's last tenuous barriers melted and he came with a shout that thrummed through his skull, reverberating into his teeth and threatening to deafen him. Edges blurred into fuzzy gray, and the world lost focus and became a bright, glowing haze.

A sudden gush of heat inside of him and Robbie's harsh breaths devolving to wordless groans let him know that his lover had come as well. Robbie molded his body to Wyl's back, breathless, sighing, heavy with the languor that came after releasing unbearable tension. Slowly he sank back onto his knees, pulling Wyl with him, staying inside as they both regained control.

"Mmm..." Robbie kissed the side of Wyl's neck. "Next time you take me, so I can lean over the couch and just enjoy the ride."

"I don't know whether that could be called enjoyment," Wyl said breathlessly.

Robbie stilled. "You didn't like it?"

"Are you kidding? I loved it, I just don't think 'enjoyment' is the proper term for something that drives me into a frenzy and keeps me from having my way. Ruthless sexual bliss torture, maybe."

"Blissful torture, I love it." Wyl could feel Robbie grin. "That's a good metaphor for how I feel with you some of the time. I wouldn't change it for the universe."

"Good." Wyl made his voice serious. "Promise me one thing."

"Anything."

"Do that with me again, soon."

"Twist my arm and I might." Robbie bit Wyl's neck gently. "But you'll have to be very persuasive."

"I look forward to it." Wyl turned his head so that he could look at Robbie. "I love you. I'm sorry I pushed you away."

"I love you back." Robbie kissed his swollen mouth. "I'm glad you didn't succeed. You never will. I'm keeping you, and you can't convince me otherwise."

"I'm counting on it."