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“Yes,” he breathed, still sounding a little slow and drowsy, almost like he was half-asleep.

“You liked me tying you up, didn’t you? You liked me putting you in your place. Reminding you that you’re just a desperate, cock-hungry little slut.”

“Yes,” he panted again. “I am. I w-want your cock.”

“Mine specifically?” A tiny, proud smirk tilted my lips. “You want my ghoul dick inside you, your highness?”

“Yes,” he moaned. “Yours. Gods, I want you to fuck me.”

For a brief, wild moment, I almost turned and strode right out of the bar without even saying goodbye to Dan and Rafe so I could drive to Crossbody’s house and do exactly that. But I didn’t even know where he lived, and besides… I couldn’t. Right? It wouldn’t end well. We’d just argue again after. It wouldn’t help anything.

But fuck, I wanted to.

So bad.

“Vince,” Crossbody moaned as I stood there, my free hand clenching repeatedly into a fist as I resisted the urge to grab my stiff cock through my jeans and squeeze. “Just one more time.”

My eyes widened as my spine shot straight. “What?”

“Just one more time,” he repeated pleadingly, breaths leaving him in shallow spurts. “Please. I need it.”

I swallowed, giving in and digging the heel of my palm into my aching cock. “You want us to…”

“I need you to fuck me. Just once. Just…” He whimpered. “Tell me what you’d do to me.”

This was a bad idea. Such a bad idea.

Despite that, I heard myself start talking.

“You want to know how I’d fuck you?” My cock pulsed in my jeans. “I’d tie you up again so you were helpless and I could do anything I wanted to you. Depending on my mood, I’d either make you come so many times you’d be begging me to stop, or I’d make you wait until you were so mindless you’d do anything for it.”

“Yes. Please,” he panted, his voice wavering. “Keep going.”

“I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your own name.” I didn’t even know his real name, so it was pretty fitting. “I’d fuck you as many times as I wanted while you’d just lie there and take it like the little slut you are. You’d just be my cumdump. The hole for me to unload into until I was bored of it.”

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, then inhaled sharply before he stopped breathing altogether.

I stood there, rigid, my cock throbbing and leaking, my ear hot from the phone pressed tightly to it. After a second, I heard a choked, desperate moan. A sound I was already familiar with.

He was coming.

“Fuck,” I muttered hoarsely, squeezing my aching dick and shuddering with pleasure.

I could picture it. His long legs splayed wide and quaking as he spurted cum all over his flat, toned stomach. His golden hair flowing over the pillow as he arched his elegant neck, lips parted and those hooded eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Fuuuck.

A long, relieved moan sounded down the phone, his breaths trembling a little, and for some reason it made my chest ache. He always looked so… soft and vulnerable after coming. It made my instincts clamour to the surface. Made me want to look after him.

“When?” he asked drowsily.

My nostrils flared, and my voice was gravelly with lust when I cautiously asked, “You actually want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed, and I could hear the smile in his voice.

Crossbody. Smiling. While talking to me.

“I want you to fuck me, Vince,” he continued sleepily. Almost a little… slurred. “I need it.”