In the Heat of the Moment
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
3,704
Reviews:
35
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 7
7
I had the most extraordinary dream last night, and the thing about it was that it was so real, so tangible, so existent that I can still feel his heated flesh beneath my body, while the brackish taste of the sweat on his skin still seems to linger on my tongue. I think to myself that ordinarily something like that would have made me so hard and I would have woken up and gotten off right there in my bed; or probably, if I was really horny, driven my father's car out of the suburbs and into the slums nearby where I would find my "prey" who I would draw into the car and fuck and torture until I was satisfied; but the taste of my Espen does not seem to be the only thing that has lingered. I had woken up panting and sweating with...emotions I had not felt in a very long time, and as worry and confusion hovered over my mind, dark and stationary like clouds before a hurricane, I began to recall the dream.
I dreamt of him struggling as I pushed him down on a bed and held him there, thinking, dreaming of how wanton and vulnerable he looked even as he scratched, kicked, cursed and pushed at me in a vain attempt to try to get me off him. He was so beautiful almost androgynous, such a contrast to the brutal almost demonic vocals that came from his mouth when he sung. Long dark ringlets spread out like a fan on a pillow, and slightly slanted dark eyes were large and filled with fear; but nothing brought me to the edge more than those limbs - long, youthful almost coltish that still had that fresh appearance of a boy barely out of puberty. How I wanted to ravage him! To rip his boxers and sheath my throbbing penis deep inside him and punish him for hours for all those days and nights I was tormented by his voice, but a deafening scream that came from his mouth nearly made me let him go and cover my ears.
He scratched my skin and he kicked and pushed against me with strength anew. I remember thinking how strong he was for someone so small, and for a while I was actually having trouble trying to hold him down, and trying to yank down his boxers. By this time I was so hard I was leaking precum and I was beginning to become very irritated.
"Stop it..." I growled transferring all my weight on to him to help keep him steady. "Do you know how hard I worked to get at you?" But the little tease wouldn't stop fighting. I felt like we were doing this for hours and I was hoping he would soon at least start to tire, I mean,I certainly was; but I should have remembered that metal stars, especially this little one didn't, and could keep going andgoing and going.
"Stop it, damnit!" I shouted. I was beginning to consider flipping him over so it would be much harder for him to put up a fight, even though I wanted nothing more than to look into his pretty eyes as I thrusted mercilessly into his virgin hole. I was thinking of ripping his boxers open instead,flinging his legs over my shoulders and driving myself home, no lube, no condom, nothing (the annoying little bitch certainly deserved it), but to my annoyance I realised I would take at LEAST two more hands...
Sighing and grimacing in frustration, I had managed to pull down his boxers a little and was trying to push two fingers into him so I didn't end up hurting too much , but at the last moment, when my fingers were pressing at his entrance, the little prick had almost managed to reach for my knife which I couldn't under ANY circumstances allow to happen.
I pulled my hand out his boxers and tried to wrench his hand away. He attempted to kick me in the groin while I was distracted, but I caught his foot just in time. By now I was very, very, VERY angry and my aching cock didn't make anything any better, at all...
"ENOUGH!" I screamed enraged. "If you don't stop struggling it's going to hurt a whole lot more, and when I'm done I'm going to fuck you with the knife."
He froze for a second and whimpered in response. For the first time, tears of panic, fear and frustration were beginning to run down his face and on to the bed. His struggles had finally grown weaker.
"Please don't...: He begged. "I DON'T WANT THIS!"
"Shut up," I growled ripping his boxers. I spread his legs and flung them over my shoulders but what I didn't know was that he had reached for the knife again until I felt him slash my hand and I could see the blood trickling unto the already tear and sweat soaked sheets. I was livid. I howled in pain and punched him in the side of his head. Almost automatically my beauty was out, his fighting ceased and something really strange begun to happen to me. A surge of guilt, hurt, regret and pain rushed through my being, things I know I had not felt for years. There was also the fear, fear that IU might have killed him, and something else, something else that felt so strange it made my stomach feel upset and my penis immediately soften.
I looked at his unmoving naked body beneath me and began to cry.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..." I repeated those words over and over and sat on the bed, resting his head in my lap, gently stroking his hair. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I love you!"
Sorry this update was so late. Thank you Kolgrim for all your help and your reviews. I appreciate your reviews too Mr. Nice Girl.:)
I had the most extraordinary dream last night, and the thing about it was that it was so real, so tangible, so existent that I can still feel his heated flesh beneath my body, while the brackish taste of the sweat on his skin still seems to linger on my tongue. I think to myself that ordinarily something like that would have made me so hard and I would have woken up and gotten off right there in my bed; or probably, if I was really horny, driven my father's car out of the suburbs and into the slums nearby where I would find my "prey" who I would draw into the car and fuck and torture until I was satisfied; but the taste of my Espen does not seem to be the only thing that has lingered. I had woken up panting and sweating with...emotions I had not felt in a very long time, and as worry and confusion hovered over my mind, dark and stationary like clouds before a hurricane, I began to recall the dream.
I dreamt of him struggling as I pushed him down on a bed and held him there, thinking, dreaming of how wanton and vulnerable he looked even as he scratched, kicked, cursed and pushed at me in a vain attempt to try to get me off him. He was so beautiful almost androgynous, such a contrast to the brutal almost demonic vocals that came from his mouth when he sung. Long dark ringlets spread out like a fan on a pillow, and slightly slanted dark eyes were large and filled with fear; but nothing brought me to the edge more than those limbs - long, youthful almost coltish that still had that fresh appearance of a boy barely out of puberty. How I wanted to ravage him! To rip his boxers and sheath my throbbing penis deep inside him and punish him for hours for all those days and nights I was tormented by his voice, but a deafening scream that came from his mouth nearly made me let him go and cover my ears.
He scratched my skin and he kicked and pushed against me with strength anew. I remember thinking how strong he was for someone so small, and for a while I was actually having trouble trying to hold him down, and trying to yank down his boxers. By this time I was so hard I was leaking precum and I was beginning to become very irritated.
"Stop it..." I growled transferring all my weight on to him to help keep him steady. "Do you know how hard I worked to get at you?" But the little tease wouldn't stop fighting. I felt like we were doing this for hours and I was hoping he would soon at least start to tire, I mean,I certainly was; but I should have remembered that metal stars, especially this little one didn't, and could keep going andgoing and going.
"Stop it, damnit!" I shouted. I was beginning to consider flipping him over so it would be much harder for him to put up a fight, even though I wanted nothing more than to look into his pretty eyes as I thrusted mercilessly into his virgin hole. I was thinking of ripping his boxers open instead,flinging his legs over my shoulders and driving myself home, no lube, no condom, nothing (the annoying little bitch certainly deserved it), but to my annoyance I realised I would take at LEAST two more hands...
Sighing and grimacing in frustration, I had managed to pull down his boxers a little and was trying to push two fingers into him so I didn't end up hurting too much , but at the last moment, when my fingers were pressing at his entrance, the little prick had almost managed to reach for my knife which I couldn't under ANY circumstances allow to happen.
I pulled my hand out his boxers and tried to wrench his hand away. He attempted to kick me in the groin while I was distracted, but I caught his foot just in time. By now I was very, very, VERY angry and my aching cock didn't make anything any better, at all...
"ENOUGH!" I screamed enraged. "If you don't stop struggling it's going to hurt a whole lot more, and when I'm done I'm going to fuck you with the knife."
He froze for a second and whimpered in response. For the first time, tears of panic, fear and frustration were beginning to run down his face and on to the bed. His struggles had finally grown weaker.
"Please don't...: He begged. "I DON'T WANT THIS!"
"Shut up," I growled ripping his boxers. I spread his legs and flung them over my shoulders but what I didn't know was that he had reached for the knife again until I felt him slash my hand and I could see the blood trickling unto the already tear and sweat soaked sheets. I was livid. I howled in pain and punched him in the side of his head. Almost automatically my beauty was out, his fighting ceased and something really strange begun to happen to me. A surge of guilt, hurt, regret and pain rushed through my being, things I know I had not felt for years. There was also the fear, fear that IU might have killed him, and something else, something else that felt so strange it made my stomach feel upset and my penis immediately soften.
I looked at his unmoving naked body beneath me and began to cry.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry..." I repeated those words over and over and sat on the bed, resting his head in my lap, gently stroking his hair. "I didn't mean to hurt you! I love you!"
Sorry this update was so late. Thank you Kolgrim for all your help and your reviews. I appreciate your reviews too Mr. Nice Girl.:)