I do the fucking remember?

RRooted to the ground next to his lowly Volkswagen, Sean watched Leon’s cool maneuvers to park, using the stick shift to control his forward or backward direction, until he finally turned off the engine, plunging the parking lot in an eerie silence, broken only by the Maserati’s door opening. As if in a dream, Sean watched the hunter emerge from the car, close the door behind him and fix his gaze on the prey. Then as if in slow motion, he moved forward, his imposing frame cornering Sean against the Volkswagen.

“Finally got fucked, sweetie?” Sarcasm dripped heavily from his husky voice as his nose somehow detected Anthony’s smell.

“Just following your example, lover,” he sneered angrily, breathing an unfamiliar smell on Leon’s close, too close body.

Surely just to spite him, the hunter took another step forward. “I do the fucking, remember?”

“So can I, remember?” Sean struck back.

“Had I known, I’d have invited you more often these past few nights.” Leon grinned. “You could’ve even had your pick between a blonde, a redhead—”

“You fucking son of a bitch!” Sean shoved him away, but Leon, anticipating his move, grabbed his shoulders and crushed him to the car. The prey struggled to be free, but the hunter tightened his hold. “I already have a choice,” Sean spat testily. “Like the one I fucked tonight who begged me to stay at his place—”

“No way will I allow it.” Leon bit him in the neck, effectively silencing him. “Need I remind you that you’re mine?” Raising a flashing green gaze, he breathed in Sean’s ear. “To have and take as I please?” His hand ran to Sean’s crotch. “It’s all very well if we fuck around.” His fingers closed on the waking cock. “Since they mean nothing except an extension of our game.” His palm slid on the now hard bulge straining against the cloth. “Mostly because they’re never completely satisfying.”

“Speak for yourself!” At Leon’s new presumptuous statement, Sean felt an angry surge sweeping away every other emotion and shoved to get free again. “If you think I only get hard with you—”

“Shut up, sweetie.” Leon pressed his own hard bulge against Sean’s stomach. “I was speaking for both.” He breathed huskily then attacked the prey’s mouth.

While his heart stopped beating at the words, Sean immediately surrendered, opening wide to receive the hunter’s hungry tongue. No fights were necessary this time, no extreme challenges, no swords brandished in sweet revenge. Instead, the world faded into the shadows, reality narrowing to the hunter’s warm tongue, taking full possession of his willing mouth as Sean gave it all the space it demanded impatiently. Only at times, as if remembering he had a will, too, did the prey’s tongue darted out to touch Leon’s to assure his full acceptance of whatever was to come. He felt like shouting to the world how much he loved his dark haired hunter, but since his mouth was busy, he simply opened wider to allow him deeper while fingering Leon’s cock through the cloth with one hand, the other behind his back fumbling to open the car door.

“I think we have a better alternative than your car.” Pulling away, Leon grinned sarcastically at Sean’s attempts.

The prey blushed. For months now, Leon had insisted he get a new car, first trying to convince him to accept it as a gift, then proposing to loan him the money. Sean strenuously refused either solution, even if he had to admit, it was not a bad idea to be a little more comfortable in certain situations.

Dragging him to the Maserati’s passenger side, the hunter dropped Sean on the plush seat, the prey already unzipping Leon’s pants to take out the prize possession he had sorely missed. Like a starving man, he closed his mouth on it, nursing it in his warmth and wetness, using his tongue to make it grow harder. Sucking avidly, he slid it down his throat, getting shivers of pleasure from his near choking, then curled his tongue around the bulging head to hold it steady before lapping the gland’s round circumference. The taste of stale plastic mixed with Leon’s sperm was strong, but Sean did not mind the new flavor burning his mouth, diligently licking it away, satisfied just to hold the thick shaft prisoner in his wet cavity once again. And he loved to slide down the stem, running forcefully over the silky skin. Like on a familiar road, Sean ran the tip of his tongue over every crevice, caressing the bumps and delicious imperfections he found along the way, taking his slow time to savor his lover’s taste. He opened wider to get more inside, but the bulging head pressing on his cheeks proved the space was hardly enough to contain it. Despite physics, Sean drew it further inside, a deep hard suck that almost choked him, ready to start on the tantalizing journey to the throat when Leon grabbed his head. “Stop!” The thick commanding tone did not admit objections, not with his cock twitching at the mere thought of what it craved. “I want your ass.”

“Here?” Even if excited at the idea, Sean glanced around the deserted parking lot.

“I doubt anyone’s going to come around at this hour. It’s too late for that.” Well, Leon did seem to have a point.

“Or too early.”

Leon pulled his prey up to unzip his pants. “Either way, I want you now!”