Page 125 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

“I said look!” His hand slid into Mano’s hair, yanking his head back, forcing his gaze up.

But even then, in the reflection, Ody saw Mano’s eyes were still shut as he cried out.

“Open your eyes for me,” he whispered, leaning over him, his mouth close to his ear. “Look at the expression you make while I fuck you.”

Mano moaned, his eyes still shut, his scalp burning under Ody’s grip.

“Open those pretty eyes, Mano. Watch that needy, slutty expression you make.” His grip tightened in his hair.

Mano’s eyes opened.

“Yeah, baby… that’s it. Look.”

A broken moan slipped past Mano’s lips, his face flushed, heat creeping up his neck. Ody watched him closely, watched the way it got to him. His thrusts picked up, faster now, rougher, his hand tight in Mano’s hair, keeping his head forced up.

“Ah… Mano…” His voice caught, the control slipping at the sight of the man beneath him. Broad shoulders. Hard muscle. Strong enough to throw him across the room, yet still underneath him.

He let go of his hair and took his wrists instead, one on each side, keeping him upright under his grip. His thrusts turned sharper, deeper, the collision of their bodies filling the room. Mano’s head dropped again, raw, guttural sounds tearing out of him.

“Lift your head,” Ody ordered, catching the way Mano’s composure kept slipping. “Look in the mirror, big guy.”

“Ah… I can’t,” Mano whimpered, his eyes still shut.

Ody watched him. “What’s wrong, mikre?” he said, his voice low. “Too shy?”

“I don’t wanna look. Stop it.”

“Open your eyes,” Ody said, quieter now, but no less firm. “Or I swear to God everyone will hear you.”

Mano didn’t move. Didn’t open them. Ody pulled him back against his chest, wrapping him in a tight hold. “Look, baby,” he whispered into his ear, their reflections right in front of them.

Mano’s breath hitched. “Hah…” His head tilted to the side, just enough for their eyes to meet. “Odysseus…” The name came out strained.

“What is it?” Ody murmured, his hand coming up to his face, holding him there.

“I-I don’t wanna look… don’t make me look,” Mano said, his cheeks warming.

Ody held his gaze for a moment longer, then pulled him closer and kissed him. When they finally broke apart, Ody stayed close, his mouth brushing his ear again. “Are you gonna be a good boy now? Gonna quit acting tough?”

Mano let out a shaky breath. “You’re asking for too much, mikre,” he managed.

Ody’s jaw clenched. “Then look in the mirror.” He shoved him forward, slamming into him. “Look!”

“Wait—”

“I said look.” He spanked his ass hard. “Look!” And harder.

“Fuck, okay! I-I’ll be… I’ll be a good boy!” he choked out, his gaze lifting. “I’m looking. I’m looking!”

“Good fucking boy,” Ody growled, thrusting deep, before pulling out.

Mano dropped onto the bed, chest rising and falling, eyes half-lidded as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Let’s see how well you behave for me now,” Ody said, turning him onto his back.

Mano barely had time to react before he was there. “W-wait… more?”

“Are you talking back to me?” Ody’s gaze held him in place. “Thought we said you’d behave.”