Grant slammed him against the wall with a kind of restrained violence, like he was finally claiming what had always slipped through his hands. He kissed him hard, greedy, while tearing away the last layers (clothes, pride, distance) with a desperation that had been building from the very first touch. From every time Nemo had dropped to his knees, used him, then disappeared without leaving a single piece behind.
He’d left Grant empty. Starving. Silent.
But now he had him.
All of him, naked, open.
Wet, warm, strung tight.
Trembling on the inside even if his eyes still tried to lie.
Grant didn’t offer gentleness. Not tonight. He was ruthless, relentless, like every thrust was a sentence passed, punishment for the silence, for the cruelty, for everything he’d swallowed down just to keep breathing. Nemo didn’t make a sound at first. Just gritted his teeth, refusing to give anything away.
Until his body betrayed him.
Until his back arched.
Until his breath cracked in his throat, sharp and raw.
Grant leaned in close then, panting against his ear, his fingers digging into flesh like a promise, or a threat.
“Now,” he whispered, voice low and filthy with need. “Now you’re mine.”
NEO
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