“Oh,” Rio whispered, his eyes following that thick shaft before it rubbed against his cheek with a smoldering heat. 

The boy sat on his knees, ass arched, chest out, everything on display while his tongue lapped circles around the tip, tracing every vein and descending to the root where he looked up at Creed with carnal desire. 

He was eager to please—eager to fuck. 

His cock pulsed, though Rio closed his legs and squeezed them together, hoping to hold off from cumming until Creed was cock-deep in his ass. Pre-cum dribbled across his thighs, and his cock wept. 

 Creed yanked Rio back by his hair, summoning a pathetic moan from his lips then silencing it with a kiss that both confused and shook the boy. 

But Rio accepted the kiss, returning it as passionately as he could, the desire to draw blood and hear the man's scream fading under the strange remembrance of mortal emotions.  

Creed pulled away suddenly, saliva breaking, leaving the boy with his lips parted and eyes fluttering. 

“M-More,” He murmured, barely a whisper, all breath. “More!”

The man caressed his mouth, his fangs, his long, pointed tongue, and the boy’s eyes caught the moonlight, near-full and beautiful. 

They kissed again.

Creed took Rio by the ass, spreading both mounds and fingering his hole, forcing the boy’s hips to move, grinding their cocks together. 

“N-no…no.” Rio gasped. “I don’t…wanna cum yet.”

“You’ll cum if I want you to,” Creed felt Rio’s asshole flinch at his remark, and he drilled his fingers deeper. 

Rio clung to him, whining and pleading, and the friction between their hips increased. 

His body stilled, stiffening onto his toes. He came against the man’s shirt unwillingly, his body twitching with erotic tremors until he fell onto the bed, his legs weak and thighs quivering.

He blinked past the haze, feeling Creed’s presence pass over him, and he looked up, expecting something tender and sweet—but the man forced him to the bed, continuing to finger-fuck his hole, ignoring the fresh aftermath of his orgasm. 

Rio squirmed, feet pointed and head rolling back. He bent his knees, opening himself up despite his fictitious attempts to escape. He could do so without a second thought—shove Creed away as if he were filled with air and kill him easily. Yet, he lay there, his face twisted with lust, whispering greedy words, teary-eyed and open-mouthed, a whore unfiltered. 

“Even after getting raped by those fuckers you’re still tight.” Creed spread his fingers, revealing the boy’s twitching, red insides, drooling cum, and puckering with longing. 

Rio bit his lip and watched Creed stroke his cock. He lifted his hips closer in a restless attempt to kiss that hot shaft with his hole, if only to suffice its hunger for warmth. 

But Creed pulled back, teasing the boy mercilessly, who watched helplessly past the rose-dark peaks of his nipples. 

“C-Creed.” Rio parted his ass, opening his hole and fingering it himself after the man stopped.

“Beg for it, slut.” Creed smacked his cock against Rio’s swollen hole and watched it flare. 

“Fuck me,” The boy gasped, his fingers not reaching far enough. “Please. Have me. Breed me with all your cum.”

Creed grabbed him by the thighs, and with a single, powerful thrust, their hips connected, his cock hitting the boy’s stomach. And he denied Rio the chance to breathe and began fucking him murderously, bouncing the moaning bitch against his pelvis, raping his prostate, and bruising the soft skin of his ass. 

The mischievous glimmer in Rio’s eyes drowned beneath tears summoned from the continuous force. His cock smacked against his stomach, leaking threads of cum that wet his tits and dripped down his taint, helping Creed keep his tempo. 

The man grabbed Rio’s wrist, locking them at his sides and using them as handles to drive his body forward, fucking the boy harder and more violently than the beasts who tried claiming him earlier. 

Creed sucked in the air, inhaling the warm scent of cum and blood. His hair fell against his chest, touching the back of his damp neck and the shirt clinging to his muscles. 

And past the clouds of his rut, he saw Rio’s lost-euphoric expression looking up at him, maw gaping and eyes bright with lust. 

The boy touched his thighs, the only place he could reach with his wrists held tight. 

“U-Undress,” He said shakingly. “I wanna touch you too. I wanna taste your flesh.”

Creed grabbed him by the throat, bringing a twisted smile to the boy’s breathless lips.

“Shut the fuck up.” Creed’s voice lowered, his knuckles whitening. “And worry about taking my cock.”

He thrust forward, hard and unforgiving, a relentless pace that Rio couldn’t escape as he clung to the man’s wrist, clawing at his skin, drawing blood thicker than the cum gathering inside him and wheezing in delight.

Creed flinched, but he didn’t loosen his grip on the boy’s slender neck. And his flailing was a sight to behold. 

“You like that, don’t you?” The man said, dark and low, a winded hunger. 

“Y-Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Rio smiled, flushing red and drooling. His fangs bared and drenched in fluids, red, raw, and melting, and Creed’s cock swelled inside the boy’s stomach.

A long shiver fell through Rio, his toes aiming toward the ceiling, and he came all over with a thin, clear liquid, wetting himself like an over-stimulated woman. 

Creed felt his body go hot, a rising fury spreading through him. He intended to degrade the boy, push him to the limit, and watch him revert to his instincts—yet, Rio loved it, relished in it. 

He smiled and moaned and rubbed his tits until his cock was dripping wet, all while looking up at Creed with an adoration the man didn’t deserve. 

Their eyes met—moonlight and shallows at high tide, shifting and pulling each other closer together, and Creed released Rio’s wrists. 

He flipped over onto his back, wild flames rekindling within him. Creed watched Rio’s chin lift as he slowly descended onto what remained of the man’s thick shaft, fingering the bump rising against his belly. 

Creed bucked his hips, watching the swollen little spot bob beneath that glistening, jewel-toned skin with every violent thrust of his hips. 

The noises Rio made grew, deepening into a mix of howling moans and whimpering. 

“Y-Yes, yes! There! Don’t…stop!” His small cock bounced off his thigh, and when he tried to reach for it, Creed grabbed his wrists, anchoring them and arching the boy’s back so that his body went still, and he was crying and cumming all at once. “O-Oh god!”

The grip around Creed’s cock turned painful, milking him with a manic rhythm pushing his hips forward until they slowed and pressed deep into Rio’s tight hole. 

He filled the boy with cum, flooding his stomach until it was seeping from the edges of his fluttering hole. 

Then, the two of them collapsed. 

Rio fell against Creed’s chest, his face buried into the man’s shoulder, his hot, moan-drenched breath caressing the man’s neck. 

“Fuck,” Creed rasped, staring at the ceiling where the fairy lights flickered. 

Rio slowly sat up, drooling and crying, his tits dripping wet and eyes shining radiantly. 

He smiled.

“A-Again.