Clover looked up at Pyro, pulling him even closer with his legs. “Yours,” he said to the accompaniment of a few howls and whistles.
Pyro’s eyes glinted, as if Clover’s words cleared them of the alcohol haze, and he grabbed Clover’s hips, poking his dick at his dry entrance. “Mine. Ours. My dirty, beautiful boy,” he whispered, frantically opening a packet of lube
Clover’s breath hitched, and he squeezed his buttocks on the cockhead when it prodded at him again, this time all slippery and ready. If someone told him he’d be doing this a month ago, he’d have told them they were fucked in the head, yet now he didn’t mind the strangers watching his naked body splayed on the pool table and a cock drilling its way into his hole. This was the confirmation of his status, and it needed to be public.
He wanted to dirty talk right back at Pyro, but a harsh thrust made him moan instead.
“Even his nipples got hard,” someone commented from the side, but Clover found it difficult to focus when Pyro’s thick dick stretched his tender ass.
Pyro didn’t take his time, eager to bury himself whole in the heat of Clover’s body. His face was red, eyes focused, and strands of blue hair that had escaped the braid stuck to his forehead. And whatever was happening next to them, Pyro was clearly beyond caring. Between one thrust and the next, he took his time petting Clover’s chest until his hands reached the neck.
“Mine. And you will take my load every time we fuck.”
Clover nodded, unafraid of the squeeze to his throat. Pyro had hands like a miner, yet he wouldn’t hurt him. Someone might have pulled out their phone to film what was going on, but Clover didn’t even care anymore. Pyro’s dick rammed into him time and time again, balls slapping against Clover’s ass as if he were being fucked and spanked at the same time.
Clover stroked the arm holding his neck with both hands. The muscles tensed under Pyro’s tan skin, dark hairs bristling as if to invite Clover’s touch. He was so strong that if he’d wanted to strangle Clover, he could’ve done it with ease. He could squeeze Clover’s throat until he crushed it. But instead, the hands were there for pleasure.
The world spun around him, but between the thrusts that made him utter the most embarrassing of sounds, and Pyro’s handsome form above, Clover let himself relax and the wave of lust carried him. He was starting to feel the familiar pull in his cock when Pyro made him turn and bend over the pool table, but once his dick was back in Clover’s ass, the unmistakable smell of the Sharpie became prominent in the stuffy air.
Holding him still with one hand, Pyro read out loud what he was writing, “Property of: Pyro.”
Clover wanted to ask what about the others, but Pyro started a brutally fast assault on his ass as soon as he was done marking him, and thinking went to the backburner.
He moaned, suddenly faced with Drake, who watched him from the crowd. His black eyes sharp as razors, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed a weakness he wasn’t proud of.
Watch me, Clover thought. Look at what you’re missing out on.
His ass throbbed with heat when Pyro’s dick twitched inside of him, but Clover kept staring at Drake even when he spoke to his lover.
“Yes. Cream me. I wanna be dripping with your spunk.”
The provocation must have gotten to Drake, because he stepped back, leaving Clover to face a phone that recorded him the moment Pyro’s dick exploded deep inside his hole. It was still rhythmically pulsing in Clover’s ass when Pyro pulled him back, kissing his lips while his hand tugged on Clover’s helpless cock.
The inevitable happened after only a couple of jerks, and Clover shook with a violent orgasm, held by the man who wanted him so desperately, and watched by lusty strangers who could not have him.
“So good,” Clover panted while the cock still rocked inside him. The fuck might have been for everyone to see, but those words? —those words were only theirs. Reconnecting with Pyro was what Clover needed to find peace. He wouldn’t be walking around on eggshells anymore and instead, he’d be anticipating Pyro’s dirty comments and invitations into a whole world of filth Clover loved.
His lover didn’t let go of him for a while, showering kisses along Clover’s shoulders, but once he pulled away, Clover felt the warm seed trickle out. He shut his eyes when Pyro wouldn’t let him close his legs, and not only pushed them wider instead, but even spanked the buttocks to provoke Clover into rocking back and forth on the table. His face burned when he heard Pyro speak.
“Look at that beauty. It’s all ours. Nobody else gets a piece.”