Page 76 of Deviant Need

I reach around and wrap my hand around his cock, slick with precum, and stroke him in time with my thrusts. The angle is awkward, but I manage, his cock hot and heavy in my grip. He’s so hard it has to hurt, throbbing in my hand with every brutal snap of my hips.

“They’re going to see you like this.” I lean in and breathe against his ear. “See me buried inside you, using you. You’re squeezing me so tight—fuck, you love this.”

His whole body seizes up, every muscle going rigid as cum shoots out of his cock in thick spurts all over the railing and floor below. His hole closes around me so tight it’s almost painful, pulsing with his orgasm, rhythmic contractions that milk my cock. The way he’s shaking and falling apart rips my orgasm out of me.

I lose it completely, burying myself as deep as I can go and coming inside him with brutal thrusts, filling him up while he’s still shaking through his orgasm.

His body milks every last drop out of me, and I keep moving, keep fucking into him through it. Cum starts to leak out around my cock because there’s nowhere else for it to go, dripping down his thighs and onto the floor. His body’s still twitching around me, aftershocks making him clench and release.

My head drops forward onto his back, forehead pressed between his shoulder blades. We’re breathing hard, and I try to remember how to function.

“I missed you so much,” I say, still catching my breath.

“I missed you too. I’m so sorry, I⁠—”

Pulling out, I turn him around, cum drips down his thighs as I grab his jaw. “No more running. I’m serious, Danya. You try pushing me away again, and I’ll chain you to my fucking bed. I don’t care how much you cry or beg. You’re not leaving. Got it?”

My grip tightens on his jaw until he gasps from pain. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, pupils blown wide. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers, voice breaking.

“This stops right now.”

“I promise I won’t⁠—”

“Don’t promise unless you mean it.” My thumb digs harder into his jaw. “Because I can’t watch you pull away from me again. Do you know what that did to me? I can’t go through that again. I won’t survive it.”

A loud sound echoes through the stairwell, like a door opening somewhere below us. We both go still for half a second before scrambling to get our pants up, pulling zippers closed with shaking hands. The door on the floor below slams shut with a heavy thud. I take off immediately, sprinting down the stairs two at a time to catch whoever the fuck just walked in on us. I burst through the door into the empty hallway.

No one. Nothing. Just silence.

I hear him panting as he comes up behind me, footsteps quick on the concrete. He looks over at me, distressed and breathing hard.

I shrug. “I’m sure it’s fine. No one saw anything.”

He shakes his head and bites his lip, nodding but looking completely unconvinced. Reaching for his shoulders, I shove him back against the wall and wrap my hands around his throat, squeezing hard. His hazel eyes lock onto mine, and his throat bobs when he swallows.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he blurts out. “It’s just something I thought you wanted to hear. I swear, Mikhail, I thought you were going to tell me you regretted it.”

“I’m so fucking angry at you,” I bite out.

“How can something so wrong feel so right?”

“Because it’s not wrong.” I glance around to make sure the hallway’s still empty. It is. “You were never just my brother, Danya. You’ve been the only thing that mattered to me from the moment we met.”

He licks his lips, making them glisten in the dim light. “I’ve only ever belonged to you, Misha. From the very beginning.”

The breath I suck in feels like it’s the first one I’ve taken in days. My hand drops from his throat, and I let out a rough breath, trying to get my lungs to work properly again.

“When you didn’t come home tonight, I started texting our brothers, asking where you were,” he says, his voice quieter now. “I completely forgot about Lev’s birthday.”

I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. “I forgot about it too.”

His head tips back against the wall and he swallows hard. “Were you going to sleep with her?”

“What? No.” I look at him and notice his eyes have gone glassy. He keeps bringing up girls, and I’m finally putting it together. He’s scared shitless that I want to go back to them, that I’m going to go back to hooking up with random girls. The idea of touching someone else after him feels wrong in every way.

“Is this something you’ve been worrying about? Me being with girls?”

He doesn’t respond, just keeps looking at me with that expression. I lick my lips and try to figure out how to say this right, how to make him believe it.