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Johnny and Kerry had a pretty open friendship when it came to sex. Having lived together on and off for years, they’d seen each other naked, heard each other jerking off, and given intense looks to one another as they walked in with their respective sexual partners. Kerry knew what the looks meant, at least for him. Johnny thought the looks meant he didn’t want to hear Kerry moaning and whining all night while he’s trying to sleep.

It wasn’t always like this, really. There was a time that if either of them were going to be needing privacy, the other, in tune with their needs without words needed, would give way. But that ended a long time ago.

It ended when Johnny came back to their shared apartment one night, after doing god-knows what all day, to see Kerry sat on the couch, legs spread and some guy between them, eating Kerry’s pussy like it was his last fucking meal. Kerry was clearly enjoying it, gripping the guy’s hair and rutting his hips up to his mouth. And the sounds he made, Johnny felt something in his stomach twist. Kerry saw Johnny, held direct eye contact with him and Johnny wasn’t surprised when he became more reactive, eyebrows upturning further, letting go of his bottom lip from between his teeth to moan sweetly, so fucking needy.

The two held eye contact as Kerry ground up into the guy’s face, whines getting more immense as time went on. Johnny didn’t know why he didn’t walk away, let alone why he just stood and watch Kerry get his pussy ate, but Kerry’s back arched off the couch and his eyes rolled back into his head with a whimper of ‘yes,’ and Johnny felt his stomach knot now, blood rushing to his cock. It was only the scene in front of him of course, it wasn’t Kerry. But, still holding searing eye contact, both men feeling naked when only one of them was, Kerry moaned out ‘please…’ just before his…whatever the guy was to him, increased his pace, slipping a finger inside of Kerry. He blinked slowly, face flushing as he stared down Johnny, who stared right back. He should have left really, there was no reason for him to stay and watch this performance, Kerry acting like he’s the star of some expensive porn braindance. But he stayed, and watched Kerry until he came in his guy’s mouth with a stuttered, high sound. By the time Kerry came down, and looked back to where Johnny was, he wasn’t there anymore.

They never talked about it, never brought it up or gave each other knowing looks. The only thing that came from that situation was more comfort around each other, with their bodies, their sex lives. It opened a door that neither of them bothered to close.

And it kept happening. Johnny kept walking in on Kerry and some guy, genuinely by accident, but just stood and watched like nothing was happening. Sometimes Kerry didn’t even know he was there. Like the time he saw the back of whoever the guy fucking him from behind was, and Johnny could only see Kerry’s shaking legs between his partner’s. He could always hear Kerry though, the moans of sheer enjoyment, utter love for the feeling of getting his cunt stuffed. But sometimes Kerry and his respective partner would notice Johnny, they’d both glance at the doorway for a split second for resuming whatever they were doing, almost a premeditated reaction for if Johnny came in, because it happened so often, for some reason.

Johnny saw Kerry’s preferences change over the course of a few months. Going from mostly vanilla, doggystyle and missionary, to seeing Kerry on his knees getting his face totally fucked, rough, as he whimpered through it. He never gagged, never tried to pull away, just gripped onto the guys hips and eagerly pull in with each thrust into his throat. Always watching Johnny.

This was the situation they’d been in for a while now. Johnny always preferred privacy with his outputs, maybe it massaged his ego knowing Kerry liked him watching his displays, but he didn’t want to give Kerry that satisfaction. Neither of them found it awkward. They’d been friends for a little over five years now, both of them felt comfortable around each other, and only around each other. Baring souls, and apparently for Kerry baring holes.

It wouldn’t ever be a problem unless Kerry’s increasingly intense sex sessions didn’t interfere with their shows. And it didn’t. Usually.

Sometimes Kerry would turn up a few minutes late, looking a little roughed up, messier hair than usual and smudged eye makeup, but it was nothing any of the band members couldn’t ignore, especially when most of them were high for their gigs anyway. And when, for once Kerry turned up early, clean as a whistle and eager to play, it was almost surprising.

‘Lookin’ good today, Ker. You ready to go?’ Johnny asked, greeting Kerry as he walked into the backstage changing room. Johnny sat on the couch, smoking the last remnants of a weak joint. Kerry smiled, tossing his guitar, which was on the lesser end of shitty and worn in, and duffel bag next to Johnny on the couch. ‘Sure, got a good feeling about tonight.’ He said, stretching his arms over his head, causing his shirt to ride up ever so slightly. Johnny looked, and exhaled the last of his smoke, putting it out.

‘Could have saved some for me.’ Kerry said, sitting between Johnny and his guitar.

‘Got more in my bag for after if you want, wanna see how you play clear headed though.’ He drawled as he leaned back and stretched his arm up, resting in on the back of the sofa, around Kerry by proxy.

‘I’m always clear headed.’ Kerry argued, running a hand through his slightly overgrown short hair. ‘Unlike you I actually care about playing, enough not to show up high to every gig.’

‘You just asked for some of my weed.’ Johnny said, as Kerry stood and rummaged through his bad for a change of clothes, that he’d folded relatively neatly. Kerry only huffed at Johnny’s words, taking a few steps back to change. Kicking off his shoes and yanking off his shirt, Johnny watched Kerry do it, specifically his hips, the way they moved when he took them off and threw them next to Johnny, who continued to watch when he pulled on a pair of black leather pants. Johnny noticed the way the amplified the curve of his ass, and only realised he was looking after a few moments of thinking about it.

He pulled his eyes away, instead tipping his head back, leaning against the back of the couch.

‘You’re not going on dressed like that, are you?’ Kerry asked, sitting back down, this time closer to Johnny.
‘Like what?’ He moved his head to look down at what he was wearing, it looked good enough to him.
‘Like a homeless person.’ Kerry said, reaching into his bag. ‘Nothing wrong with homeless people, Ker,’ Johnny defended.

Kerry continued to rummage in his bag, turned away from Johnny. ‘Sure, but it’s creased. You look like a tramp.’ He pulled out a folded shirt, passing it to Johnny.
‘Pants’re fine, but take that thing off.’ Johnny took the shirt but scoffed.

‘As if I’m the tramp.’ He said, leaning forward to tug off his shirt. ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ Kerry asked, not really offended, knowing what he meant.

‘C’mon, I see you with a different guy every other day,’ he said, choosing to say nothing about the way Kerry watched him change shirts like it was a personal lap dance. It was the first time either of them had mentioned the ‘seeing’ aspect of Kerry’s sex life. Kerry only smirked, lightly and caught himself. ‘Oh come on, you don’t really care about that.’ Kerry said quietly, leaning forward a little. Johnny pulled the shirt Kerry gave him down, but didn’t bother to straighten it out.

‘Nah, but I care when I’m forced to see it all the time.’ Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was Kerry’s slightly parted lips that made him feel braver. Either way, he put his arm on the back of the couch again, bracketing in Kerry, again, who leaned closer, a questioning look on his face. He placed a hand on the cool leather of the couch, between Johnny’s legs. ‘Forced, huh?’ He asked, eyes flicking to Johnny’s lips. Johnny kept his eyes on Kerry’s.
‘S’funny, I don’t remember it like that,’

‘How do you remember it?’ Johnny tilted his head to the side, if Kerry moved only a few inches closer, he’d be at the perfect angle to kiss him. Johnny was baked, though, was acting before he knew it. Maybe he would have kissed Kerry, maybe he would have pushed him away, but neither of them would ever know because Nancy opened the door, rather abruptly. Kerry turns his head slowly, keeping his eyes lidded and lips parted. Johnny jumps to lean back, not knowing he ever leaned forward, feeling as though he’d been caught committing a crime.

As if it was a crime to want to fuck Kerry.

‘Boys,’ she says, as if she wasn’t the same age as them both. ‘we’re on in ten, set up your shit or you’re gonna be late.’

Kerry, still leaning in close, pulled his hand away. ‘Saved by the bell,’ he murmured, getting up and stretching again.

And they played good, like, seriously good. The crowd was alive, alight with energy. Whatever critiques Johnny had about the way Kerry played were irrelevant, even to himself. He couldn’t complain, or even think of any complaints when it was going so well, or when he caught Kerry’s eyes between songs, and the sparkle of happiness in them, which radiated pride in his, their, performance.

And when they came off stage, the crowd cheering, Kerry’s smile didn’t die down, he looked like he could stay that way forever, and like he should. That kind of glow suited him. It wasn’t the first time Johnny had thought about Kerry in such a way, but it was the first time he was sure that he only ever wanted Kerry to be happy. There were ups and downs with them, always words that cut deep, intentionally. But Johnny made up his mind then and there that he never wanted to hurt him again. Only wanted to see him in that glow.

Post-gig euphoria. Not always trust worthy.

‘That was fuckin’ awesome!’ He said, hanging around in a corridor backstage. Johnny laughed, agreeing. ‘They actually noticed you for once.’ He said, as if nobody ever did but him.

Kerry just laughed, and told him to fuck off.

‘I got to anyway, gonna pick some stuff up from a guy.’ He said, walking Kerry back to the room they were in before they played. ‘Uh-huh, how long’ll you be?’ He seemed genuinely inquisitive, as though he needed the answer.

‘Miss me already, Ker? Haven’t even left yet.’ He mocked, a resultant shove on his shoulder from Kerry followed, and he only looked at Johnny waiting for an answer. Johnny scoffed. ‘Like a half hour, meeting him on the other side of town,’

‘Okay get gone, share with me when you get back.’ Kerry called after him as he went.

Johnny was slightly irritated, not with Kerry, not at him. Or at the show, that people paid attention to someone other than himself. He was irritated at the way the warmth of the shove from Kerry lingered for half of the drive to the pick up point. And how all he could think about was how close Kerry’s face was to his own before the show. The way his lips parted, looking so appealing. The placement of his hand between his legs, holding him up with feigned strength as he spoke so lowly. Like a promise. The hands of the dealer were cold as he took the drugs from his hand.

The door to the small venue was cold, the table he sat at was cold as he made sure he had the amount he paid for.
He only slightly overestimated the amount of time it’d take to get there and back, but he walked through the corridor to Kerry, expecting him to be sat there tuning his guitar, almost pictured it.

When he opened the door, his blood ran hot for a moment, before turning a painful kind of cold.

It wouldn’t be a problem if Kerry was laying there getting fucked, moaning desperately, or whining pathetically. It was a problem, however, when Johnny saw a new guy, much bigger than Kerry was, holding him down by the back of his neck, pushing against Kerry’s attempts to squirm away. They were both fully clothed aside from Kerry’s pants pulled down just enough for the guy to take him from behind. It looked rushed, not the way Johnny understood Kerry to want it. Kerry raised an arm to push against the guy, who only grabbed his wrist and yanked back, painfully. His head was turned to Johnny, and he didn’t make any sounds aside from weak, fragile sounds. His head was pushed too far into the leather couch.
Kerry tried to push up again, and the guy hadn’t seen Johnny, so nothing in his movements stopped or slowed.
‘Wait, s-stop,’ Kerry said, difficult to hear with his face shoved into the material of the couch. The guy slapped the back of his head, pushing it further down. ‘Stop fucking fighting, I’m not gonna stop. Fuckin’ take it.’ Kerry whimpered, his eyes widening in fear as Johnny strode towards them, the kind of fear he would have had if Johnny’s idea of the situation was correct. Johnny didn’t question it, only took large steps forward.

‘Dude, seriously!’ Kerry called out, muffled by the leather in his face. Again, Johnny didn’t question it, nor did he question the way the guy’s hips stopped, only hearing Johnny’s footsteps and turning to look as his fist met his face. He let go of Kerry, who scrambled up in an instant. Johnny grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt and threw him over the coffee table that had glass bottles of different varieties on it, which made a painful shattering sound as they broke under his weight. Johnny climbed on top of him, immediately starting to beat on his face with his chrome hand. He didn’t have time to put himself away.

Kerry jumped up and made a poor attempt to pull up his pants, leaving them unbuttoned while he grabbed Johnny’s shoulders. ‘Fucking stop!’ He shouted, but Johnny struggled to hear. He only yelled in the face of the guy, ‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’

‘Johnny, stop!’ Kerry called again, yanking this time, trying to pull him away with a force neither of them knew he had. ‘Fucking asshole! Get the fuck off of him!’

Johnny, confused, turned his head to Kerry, but kept his ganic hand tightly holding the guy’s collar. ‘Stop!’ Kerry called again. He looked scared, and guilty.

‘Are you fucking whacked!? I’m not stopping!’ He shouted at Kerry, who flinched and grabbed the hand holding his shirt. ‘He wasn’t doing that! Let go!’ He sounded desperate, in the worst possible way. Pleading Johnny to release the man he thought was doing the worst possible thing to him. Johnny paused, and looked down to the guy below him, who only looked between him and Kerry through bloodshot eyes. He looked confused and fucking petrified. Johnny let go of his collar. ‘What?!’

Kerry released his arm, taking a step back and looking at his apparent input with a distraught look.
‘Johnny, I like it!’ He shouted, moving his hands up to his face, resting one on his forehead, looking stressed.

‘You like it!? What does that mean?’ He didn’t get off of the guy, only turned to look between them, still burning with rage.

‘I like getting treated like that! I told him to!’ Kerry yelled, moving his hands up to cover his face fully.

‘You-‘ Johnny looked between the two again, piecing together the situation. He felt his anger deflate, and feel embarrassment grow.

‘Oh my god…’ Kerry groaned into his hands, throughly humiliated. He fell to sit on the couch, keeping his face covered. ‘Get off of him, for fucks sake.’

Johnny said nothing as he stood, watching the guy scramble to stand and put his now fully soft dick away.
‘Don’t fucking call me again.’ He said viciously, in a grunt of pain as he walked out. He didn’t even bother to say anything to Johnny. Kerry only groaned quietly, curling in on himself.

Johnny stood awkwardly, looking at Kerry and the blood on his hand. ‘I thought he was- I thought you needed help.’ He said sort of quietly, a tone Kerry had only heard a handful of times before.

‘Best fuck of my life and you just cost me him for good.’ Kerry snapped, face still in his hands, muffling his words.

Johnny felt confused again, ‘are you mad that I give a shit about you? You don’t know what that fucking looked like!’ he snapped back.

Kerry lifted his head out of his hands quickly, his face reddened from blushing. ‘I’m mad that you only give a shit at the worst possible fucking time!’ He felt his anger deflate as soon as he was finished shouting, and smacked his hands over his face again, groaning and leaning back against the couch.

And Johnny knew neither of them want to unpack that right now. So he just sat down next to Kerry, looking at his exposed hip bones, and the still exposed skin that was uncovered by the unbuttoned and half zipped up pants he wore. ‘I got the stuff.’

‘Good, do it for me, belt’s on the table.’ He said, and when he heard no movement from Johnny, he moved one hand from his face and grabbed it from next to him, just above where his head was ten minutes ago. He must have forgotten that wasn’t the last time it was used.

Johnny grabbed Kerry’s wrist and pulled it down, securing the belt around his bicep. Kerry’s face was exposed now, but he didn’t look. He only focused on preparing the needle and lining it to his vein.

‘I’m not sorry.’ He said, pushing it in, slowing when Kerry winced. ‘Forget about it.’ Kerry replied as Johnny injected him. A moment passed, ‘please’ he added.

Johnny said nothing, only removed the belt and replaced the needle, taking his own hit.

Johnny moved to lay, pulling Kerry to do so with him, laying him on his side mostly, his head resting on Johnny’s torso. Neither of them spoke, just rode out the peaks of their highs together in silence.

Somewhere in the warmth, the haze, they knew they’d have to talk about it at some point. But not now. Not with their hands on each other, finding their way underneath clothes and their skin against skin.

It had been several weeks since Johnny had walked in on Kerry. Since the last time, which didn’t go down so well for anyone involved, Kerry appeared to not put on his little shows for Johnny, who assumed he kept it more private.

Johnny refused to acknowledge his disappointment in this.

Despite this, Johnny wouldn’t have cared about not walking in on Kerry, if it didn’t change his mood. Very quickly, he picked up on the lack of nights out Kerry was having, the lack of explicit phone calls and texts. Very quickly Johnny picked up on the fact that since the last time, Kerry hadn’t been seeing anybody, or getting any.
Naturally, he acted out accordingly. Being snappy and sounding frustrated, pent-up often. Always talking like there was something he needed to say or do, but couldn’t.

And being so emotionally in tune with Kerry, Johnny felt his frustration in himself too. A true empath.

The two sat on the couch of their shared apartment, chatting idly and piecing together tunes for songs they’d never make, it was fun anyway. But Johnny could feel tension in Kerry, in the way he spoke.

So when Kerry snapped at him for next to nothing, telling him to shut up rather viciously, Johnny posed the question, ‘what’s up your ass lately?’

‘How late is ‘lately’? Because I’ve been in a piss-poor mood for a good week now.’ He said, tuning his guitar.

‘Yeah, I noticed, s’why I’m asking.’ Johnny took a drag of his cigarette, before leaning over to put it out.

‘Not your business, choom, I’ll be fine.’ The aggression in his voice died down, but was only replaced with a bitter spiteful tone. ‘What aren’t you telling me?’ Johnny pried, hating feeling like he and Kerry suddenly had secrets from one another. They didn’t. Ever.

‘Just life, nothing you need to worry about.’ And the aggression was back, only slightly. He avoided looking at Johnny and instead focused on making sure his guitar sounded right.

Johnny frowned, feeling shut out, like he didn’t know Kerry as well as he always had.
‘Did something happen?’ He asked, leaning towards his friend slightly, irritated with his lack of eye contact.

‘No! Nothing happened! Nothing ever happens and you made damn sure of that, now shut up!’ Kerry stood up and walked over to the kitchen area, pulling out a beer.
Johnny followed, ‘Ker, if this is about what happened with that guy I already told you-‘ he tried to get him to calm down, Kerry interrupted. ‘Whatever! I don’t fucking care just drop it.’ He passed a beer to Johnny, before taking a big gulp of his own. Johnny took it and leaned on the counter next to him. ‘Fine.’ He said, and they stood in silence for a few moments, drinking.

‘I just really don’t get it.’ Johnny broke the silence after a moment of thinking.
‘Get what?’ Kerry replied, putting his half finished drink back in the rackety fridge. He turned to lean on his elbows against the counter.
‘Just, the way he was fucking you,’ Johnny took another sip of his drink, not looking at Kerry.
‘It’s just my preference. I like it. What else is there to it?’ Kerry didn’t sound defensive, and it was apparent that his embarrassment had died down.
‘So, you like it rough.’ Johnny said and Kerry scoffed.
‘Yeah, but,’ he paused, considering his words.
‘But what?’ Johnny felt something stir in his lower stomach. He pressed. ‘But it’s also the way he treated me.’ Kerry laughed a little, as though he had been waiting to say it out loud. ‘Shit, it was so good.’ He sounded reminiscent, as though it wasn’t a brutal fuck, but a pleasant memory.

‘And you, asshole, made damn sure I’d never see him again. Nobody’s ever gonna fuck me that good again.’
And to Johnny, and his narcissistic, self obsessed, egotistical mind, he saw that as a challenge.

‘You know as well as I do that’s bull, Ker.’ He said, seeing how far he could take it before either of them backed out. He told himself he wanted to make Kerry do so, but he knew, and wouldn’t acknowledge knowing, that given the chance, Kerry would run off to a different planet where it was only him and Johnny. He wouldn’t back out.

‘Sorry for the TMI, but he make me cum twice before you barged in. Who knows how many more I could’a had.’ He said, staring Johnny down now, who finally turned to stare back. ‘You know anyone who can fuck me like I need?’ he asked, leaning lower on his arms, creating a curve in his back.

‘I know lots of people, I’ll need to know what exactly you want doing to you before I set you up with someone.’

‘Huh, okay…’ Kerry paused, feigning a pensive train of thought into what it was he wanted, as if both of them didn’t know he knew exactly what it was.
‘Love it when they smack me.’ He says, his voice staying strong as though he were talking about the fucking weather.
‘Yeah I gathered.’ Johnny said, matching the calm tone.

‘Love when they hold me down, take what they want.’ Johnny didn’t miss how his voice got lower. There must be a storm on its way.
‘Uh-huh. What else?’ Johnny moved closer to Kerry, subtly, but both of them noticed.
Kerry moved lower against the side. ‘Like putting up a fight, like losing it…’ he said, looking at Johnny’s arms.
‘Yeah? Like being weak?’ He replied, voice growing lower, more serious with Kerry’s own. Their eyes met again.

‘Mm-hm. N’ I love when they choke me. Can’t make a sound.’ Johnny got closer with every word Kerry spoke, and with every inch closer, he realised more about himself.

‘You like being hurt, Ker? Like being used?’ Johnny asked, and Kerry felt himself growing needy.
‘Always want it so bad,’ he admitted, looking up at Johnny, who stood tall over him with the way Kerry was practically bent over the counter. ‘Love when they tell me to shut up, love when they fuck me like they hate me.’

‘With the way they fuck you, I think the only thing they love about you’s your pussy,’ Johnny all but murmured, looking down at Kerry. ‘Love when they force themselves into me, always hurts so bad.’ Kerry’s voice sounded more like a whine, like he was imagining the burning stretch.

‘Yeah? You like being degraded, too? Like being told what a slut you are? That you can’t stop it?’ Johnny saw the way Kerry moved his hips, shifting his weight into one leg.

‘Yeah. I love it, all of it. The humiliation. S’fuckin’ amazing.’ Kerry surely sounded desperate now, the weather seemed to rage outside, the two were only protected by an old glass window.

‘Didn’t know you were like that, Ker.’ Johnny spoke down to Kerry, mocking.
‘Like what?’ Kerry played dumb, pushing the limit.
Would he lock the window?
‘A dirty little whore, seems like.’ He said, leaning down slightly, so he was closer to Kerry’s face.

‘You know anyone, then? That could fuck me like one?’ He brushed his thumb over Johnny’s forearm.

He was hard, undeniably, painfully against his leather pants. Kerry was certainly wet, Johnny had no doubt about it.

‘I don’t know, you got any ideas?’ Johnny asked lowly, and felt himself throb when he saw Kerry bend lower, before dropping to the floor.

‘I guess,’ he said, moving himself to be seated at Johnny’s feet, looking up at him. ‘Since you know all there is to know, you wanna fuck me, Johnny?’

He felt himself throb again, suddenly throwing all inhibition out the window he didn’t know he’d unlocked.

He said nothing.

Suddenly he grabbed Kerry, leaning down slightly to do so and forcing his kneeling body against the wall, spreading his legs so Kerry sat between them. He quickly undid his zipper, pulling himself out of his pants and wasting no time in shoving himself into Kerry’s mouth, which he held open as if he’d been waiting for years to do so. He had.

He pushed his cock in, all the way until Kerry’s head hit the wall. He had no wiggle room, his head completely caged between the wall and Johnny’s hips. He whimpered, and gripped onto Johnny’s hips as he took his entire length in his throat.

Johnny was impressed. He was huge, everyone knew he was, even Kerry, and nobody had ever taken him balls deep without complaint.

He forced his cock in harder, rougher. Kerry looked up at him through angry eyes, already in the mindset he loved so, so much. Johnny felt his throat constrict around him, leaving him breathless.

‘Why are you looking at me all angry?’ He asked, punctuating his words with a punishing thrust into Kerry’s throat. ‘You should be thanking me, isn’t this what you wanted?’

Kerry growled, sending vibrations up through Johnny’s dick into his spine. He groaned, grabbing Kerry’s head and pulling it to meet with his thrusts. He felt Kerry kicking his legs between his own, so he leaned slightly to smack his ganic hand across Kerry’s face, feeling the impact on himself. ‘Quit squirmin’, I’ll give you what you want when I decide to.’ He snapped, pushing Kerry’s head into the wall.

His mouth felt fucking amazing. It was so rare anyone could accommodate Johnny’s size, and Kerry was doing it without a problem. He seemed to be enjoying himself a little too much to indulge his own requests, giving Johnny little to work with.

Johnny pulled out of his mouth, with much debate in his mind, and felt Kerry move his head to chase his cock, desperate to keep contact. ‘Shit, Ker, you that desperate you can’t even fight back?’ He asked, starting to believe that the idea of getting fucked by Johnny was more desirable than any other fantasy he had.

Kerry seemed to have a moment where he contained himself, and Johnny almost felt disappointed. Kerry had no reply, only looked up at him with disguised eager eyes, waiting for his next move. He seemed disappointed when Johnny tucked himself away.

Johnny abruptly leaned down to pick Kerry up off the floor, manhandling him to turn and press his face against the wall, standing. He leaned in to Kerry’s ear, whispering lowly, ‘you’re gonna give me what I want, and I’m gonna do the same for you.’ He bit Kerry’s neck gently, sucking a small hickey into it. Kerry pushed back, away, but Johnny pinned him to the wall by his shoulders, and felt Kerry’s heavy sigh. ‘What’re you gonna do to me?’ Kerry asked, sounding meek, like prey. It made Johnny feel dangerous, malignant, powerful. He liked it. He grinned.
‘Saw you used a belt last time,’ he remarked, moving his hands down Kerry’s back to massage at his hips. Kerry hummed and resisted the need to buck into the sensation. ‘Gonna take you from behind.’ Johnny said, certain. ‘I’m gonna wrap that belt around your neck and pull.’ He moved one hand up to Kerry’s neck, gently tracing the soft skin there. His character broke for a moment, only slightly, nobody but Kerry would have noticed it. ‘That the kinda thing you’re after?’

‘Please,’ Kerry whined, feeling Johnny’s hand constrict around his throat. Johnny smiled into Kerry’s skin.

Their shared apartment was small, and cramped, so Johnny had no issue shoving Kerry out of the kitchen, commanding him to ‘walk.’ He kept his hands on his neck as they took the few steps to the bed, Johnny squeezing his airway tighter when Kerry shuffled, fought to get away. Johnny shoved him to the bed, watching Kerry land on his stomach and instinctively move his ass in the air. Johnny took the moment to grab his belt from the bedside table, dropping it by Kerry’s head to warn him he meant what he said. He leaned in to whisper into Kerry’s ear. ‘Don’t you fucking move.’ It was a low, dangerous sound that make Kerry shiver. ‘Make this easier for both of us.’

Kerry whined and wiggled his hips, brushing against Johnny’s clothed cock, making him bite his lip as he pulled away, after a short shove into the back of Kerry’s head, forcing it down into the mattress. He made another weak sound as Johnny pulled down his jeans to reveal his hole, already wet without any stimulation. Johnny ran his index and middle finger along his pussy, as he was about to push his fingers in Kerry jolted away.
‘Wait, d-don’t prep me.’ He sighed, gripping fists into the sheets. ‘Hurt me, bad.’ He begged, and Johnny wanted to ask if he was sure, but with the way Kerry’s cunt was dripping, he knew he was sure.

Johnny, instead, gave a harsh and brutal smack to his ass, making him whine and writhe away, only for Johnny to stand and grip his hips, yanking him back, making Kerry yelp. ‘Don’t fuckin’ run from me.’

Complying with Kerry’s wish, he released his hold on Kerry to pull his cock back out, quickly lining it up to Kerry’s hole. He waited for a moment, watching Kerry fight, kicking his legs and trying to crawl away. He took a brief moment to think, considering recreating what he saw with the guy Kerry claimed was the ‘best fuck of his life.’ He felt a small, suppressed surge of jealousy, and decided he was definitely going to be better. He quickly leaned over, feeling the way the tip of his dick pushed in slightly, and smacked the back of his head, relishing in the moan Kerry let out. Johnny gripped his slightly overgrown short hair, pulling his head back as he roughly thrust in the rest of the way. He could tell the sound Kerry made, a deep, inflective cry of pleasure, and pain, a sob almost, wasn’t consistent with his fantasy. It hurt, bad, he felt it split him open, felt the way his walls stretched mercilessly to fit Johnnys cock. He always did brag about how impressive it was. The pain, the burn, to Kerry, was the best fucking part, and he couldn’t contain the sounds he made. Johnny wondered how far he could push Kerry to let himself show how much he loved it. ‘You fucking love it.’ Johnny said, with feigned malice.
‘N-no…’ Kerry mumbled into the sheets, feeling Johnny pull out and thrust back in roughly. He tried to contain his noises. Johnny smacked his ass again, putting more force in now, he saw the way Kerry jolted in pain.
‘Yes you fucking do.’ Johnny near growled, picking up the speed of his thrusts.

Johnny felt his eyes roll back, feeling Kerry’s tight cunt squeezing him, pulling him in with each thrust. As if his hips weren’t powerful enough. ‘Oh fuck, Ker, tell me you love it.’ He heard Kerry’s whine below him, ‘no,’ he whimpered, rubbing his forehead on the blanket. Johnny slowed, putting more force into his thrusts, making Kerry moan out with each one. ‘Oh, oh god-!’

‘Tell me.’ Johnny commanded, gripping Kerry’s hips to pull him back against his cock. Kerry whined, biting his lip to stop himself from babbling about how much he did in fact, love it.

Johnny huffed in frustration, and with a lot of difficulty, he pulled himself out. Kerry huffed a whine, stopping himself when he went to push his hips back. Johnny grabbed his leg, and waist and manhandled him, forcing him onto his back and leaning over him quickly. His hands went to Kerry’s throat. Johnny watched his eyes, lit up in pure adoration of Johnny. Nothing could hide that. Nothing could stop that.

Johnny pushed in again, this time fast, rough and brutal. He kept his eyes on Kerry’s, watching the way they squinted with each thrust, the way his teary eyes wet his dark, long lashes. ‘Come on baby,’ he said, his voice unsteady. ‘Tell me you like it.’

Kerry turned his head to the side, moaning weakly, trying so hard to hide it. He moved his forearm to cover his eyes, his mouth open in half-hushed cries. Johnny moved a hand from his throat to grip his wrist, squeezing hard enough to hurt. He moved to pin his arm by his head.
‘No, n-no…’ he whined, avoiding eye contact with Johnny.
Johnny planted a hard smack to his cheek with his free hand. Kerry gasped, moving a hand to cover his cheek, disguising his pleasure with a hurt look, biting his lip again and looking Johnny in the eye.

‘Tell me how much you fucking love it.’ He growled, low.
‘How much you love it in your pretty little pussy. Getting your precious hole wrecked.’

Kerry couldn’t stop whining, his, and Johnny’s stomachs both burning, tensing in knots with the immense pleasure. Both were surprised by how well Johnny fit the role. ‘I- Oh, uh! Fuck-!’ Kerry’s back arched, free hand gripping the sheets.

‘Fucking love it! I-I ff-‘ he cut himself off with a cry. Johnny felt his cunt flutter around his cock, clenching. He knew Kerry was about to cum, he knew he didn’t want him to stop when he did. Johnny smacked his face again and Kerry arched his back again, his head tipping back.
‘Yes, Johnny!’

Clearly, Johnny was pleased he couldn’t keep up the act.

He kept thrusting, holding Kerry’s arm down, keeping his hand on his throat, squeezing slightly as he felt Kerry’s cum on his skin. He cried through it, tears slipping past his eyes. ‘Don’t you fuckin’ quit now. You wanted this.’

Kerry, whose orgasm died down, looked at Johnny with a pained look. It was so, so pretty. Johnny felt his stomach tighten, knowing he wouldn’t last too much longer if Kerry kept looking at him like he could never get enough.
‘Please, p-please Johnny…’ he begged through hiccupped moans. It was too good, the feeling of being repeatedly stretched, his g-spot being hit repeatedly. No part of him went untouched inside. He moved a hand to Johnny’s chest pushing as he whined, writhing against his brutal thrusts. Johnny said nothing, only stared down at the bulge in Kerry’s lower stomach where his cock was.

Kerry continued to push at Johnny’s chest, whining out little ‘mm’ sounds.

‘J-Johnny…please….’ He begged again, pulling away and hitting his shoulder. Johnny groaned, feeling Kerry clench uncontrollably, he gripped his other wrist, now pinning both beside his head.

‘Pretty bitch.’ He spat, his thrusts becoming uneven.
‘What do you want? Huh?’ He leaned in, whispering in his ear. ‘You want more?’

Kerry fought against Johnny’s grip on his wrists, moaning in pain, and so much pleasure. ‘S-slow down..! Please..!’

Johnny groaned, increasing his pace.

‘Fuck! Fuck, Johnny!’ Kerry yelped, his back arching and twisting, fighting to get away.

‘Fuckin’ take it. You-‘ he paused to groan, his own orgasm rapidly approaching. ‘You wanted this.’
Kerry only whined, tipping his head back again and sobbing out. ‘Please, please, please!’

‘Fuck, baby..’ Johnny groaned, trying desperately to keep his hips moving at an even pace.
‘Gonna cum inside you. Fill you up.’ He said, gripping Kerry’s wrists impossibly tight.

‘Fuck! Gonna-‘ Kerry came again, unexpectedly to both of them. The way Kerry tightened pushed Johnny over the edge, and he dropped his head as he came, closing his eyes. He didn’t know what Kerry was doing, what noises he was making, and Kerry didn’t know what Johnny was doing, what noises he was making. Their orgasms enclosed them entirely. Intense, and fucking mind blowing.

Johnny let go of Kerry’s wrists and leaned down to kiss his neck as he pulled out, making both of them groan. He wasn’t sure why he kissed him, but he felt Kerry’s hand on his head, stroking lovingly and didn’t need to think anything more of it. At least not now.

‘Holy- holy fuck, J…’ Kerry panted, wiping the sweat and tears off his face. Johnny laid next to him on his side, looking at Kerry, who seemed indefinitely pleased.

Through pants of his own, Johnny asked, ‘so, was that about what you wanted?’ making Kerry laugh and turn to look at him.

‘Yeah, s’pose that was the gist of it.’ He smiled, trying to sit up but opting against it, laying back down.

‘Fuckin’ soaked me.’ Johnny complained, not really meaning it.

‘Fuckin’ choked me’ Kerry countered, not meaning it at all.

There was something there that both of them meant, that they were serious about, but in the shower after, helping one another clean off, only one of them decided they were strong enough to admit it.