Disarming you [MM] [romance] [passion]

You were playing hard to get. Because you knew I was trouble. Perhaps your friends had told you to stop messing around with me. Or your sixth sense knew that it’d be better to avoid me. Still, you agreed to meet with me again. At a club downtown.

Looking magnificent. Hair dark, styled, wearing jeans and a black, simple shirt. Like a magnet, you pulled me into your space; I couldn’t help but gravitate toward you. Your head tilted back, a small smile appeared that could have also been a smirk. You knew what you were doing to me. Bringing me down, wrapping me around your finger. Driving me crazy. I twisted my fingers in the front of your shirt, tugged you closer. In greeting. Your palms pressed against my stomach; if they’d inched up, you could have felt the rapid *thump-thump-thump* of my heart between your fingers.

I relished in your proximity for just a moment before your fingers balled up and you pushed against me. You were still fighting it. This. Whatever it was. But I knew better.

The club was packed. Like it always was. Bass booming, lights flashing. Red and white. The crowd swayed, grinding their hips together. An endless hypnotising rhythm. It was intoxicating to watch. Intoxicating to be part of. I paid to get us in and interlaced your fingers with mine to lead you to the dance floor. Here you had no choice but to be close to me. For a moment, you looked lost as you blinked up at me. Playing the innocent little boy. Right. You were the devil in disguise.

People bumped into us, making you sway closer, and once again your hands ended up against me. But this time, I grabbed you by the wrists, kept you close, moved your hands up and around my neck. In the end you just wanted a prince to sweep you off you feet. Be that perfect man to dance with you, to hold you, to compliment you. To take care of you. I could be all these things. But even a prince charming had a dark side. And you were already aware of mine.

My blood would boil if anyone so much as looked at you. You were mine to look at. Mine to touch. Mine to ruin.

And perhaps that’s what you were afraid of.

That I would ruin you.
Ruin that image of prince charming.
Because you couldn’t have it all.
If you wanted a possessive man, you’d have to deal with all of the consequences.

My hands rested on your sides and I used my body to shield you from any unpleasant run-ins. Whenever you tried to free yourself, I dug my fingers into your shirt. You were here, among this crowd, and you were mine and mine alone. As long as I was with you, I’d keep you safe. Perhaps, without even a word, you’d understand.

***

You didn’t want me to take you home. But I insisted. You didn’t live far away from the club and it was warm enough walk back. We barely talked and yet my body buzzed. There was an electrifying tension in the air. Sizzling between us. When you glanced at me, I think you blushed. It was too dark to see.

I didn’t even notice anyone around us. It was just you and I.

I walked upstairs with you although you said it wasn’t necessary. Hands on the sides of the door frame, my breath against the back of your neck as you unlocked the door. I could hear your exhales puff out shorter.

So close.

Your scent pulled me under and I almost sealed my front to your back, but then…the door slid open and you stumbled inside.

I wanted to follow. I was breathless. Desire coursing through my veins. Arousal building like sand in an hourglass. Higher-higher-higher.

Our eyes locked for the longest moment. My pulse raced, I could feel it pound right beneath my jaw. I moved forward, you stepped back, door nearly closing.

Then, you said goodnight.

I almost yelled.

The door clicked shut and I exhaled, my vision blurry, black spots flickering. Dizzy. How could you not feel this? How could you not give in? I pushed myself off the frame, rolled my shoulders and receded.

But then. The door creaked; I lifted my head to see. You. Always you. In a flash, I forced the door open and I was on you like lightning. I wouldn’t let you get away. Not this time. My large hands cradled your face before I shoved you against the wall beside the door. Your body smacked against it with a heavy *thud*. I couldn’t think. Just act. Our lips met in a frenzied smash. Gasps, moans. I slammed the door shut. Lifted you against the wall, hands underneath your thighs, crotch to crotch. Let you feel what you did to me.

Your fingers yanked at my shirt. You’d known all along. You’d played me like a violin. Push and pull.

With an arch of my hips, I ground my erection against yours, eliciting a groan from your mouth that went right to my cock. *Jesus fucking Christ.* We were breathing the same air until I let our lips collide again. Hungry, urgent, aggressive.

“You little shit,” I growled in between kisses, my entire body pinning you to the wall. Your fingers scratched down my chest, then reached up into my hair. Twisted. Tugged. If you were a woman, wearing a skirt, I would have my cock in you by now. But you weren’t. I bared my teeth as you yanked my head back, exposing my throat. A shaky breath flitted through my lips, eyes closing. All this time I’d thought I’d been in control. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

You licked your way down my throat, pausing at my Adam’s apple.

I trembled.
Exhaled.
My cock throbbed.
Not once had I felt like this before.

“Fuck.” The word came out all deep and gruff.

“Language.”

I groaned, dropped your feet back down to the floor and practically tore those tight jeans and briefs down your ass. They were still stuck at your thighs. That done, I claimed your lips in another scalding kiss, feeling you hardon jut against my jeans. Hand on your throat. I could feel your nerves batting against my fingers, like a trapped bird’s wings. Finally, I spun you around, one hand still clasping your throat, the other working on my jeans and belt. You struggled, like you knew it would drive me crazy, lips parted to let out several moans. Your palms pressed against the wall, bracing yourself for what was to come, ass pushed out. Your eyelids on half-mast. You craved it. A dick in your ass. Disarming you. Yanking down your guard.

I breached past the resistance and I cut off your scream, hand covering your mouth as I thrust in. Every nerve of my body burst with pleasure. The tension that had been building spreading, teasing at the base of my spine.

I’d fuck you until you told me to stop; I wouldn’t.

I’d fuck you until I ruined every other man for you; so you’d never stray.

I’d fuck you until you’d be filled with my seed; to be marked, to be claimed.

I’d fuck you until you were mine.

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