The room was dim, moonlight slipping in through heavy curtains, casting silver across his bare skin. Kael hovered above him, dark eyes gleaming with something wild—something dangerous.

"You knew what you were doing," Kael growled, his voice a low purr against Jae’s throat. His hand pinned Jae's wrists above his head, strong and unrelenting.

Jae’s breath hitched, but his body betrayed him—arching up, hungry for more. “Maybe I did,” he whispered, lips brushing Kael’s jaw. “You going to punish me for it?”

A dark smirk curved Kael’s lips. “You’ll beg me to stop before I even begin.”

His mouth crashed down, claiming Jae’s in a bruising kiss—hot, desperate, devouring. His hand slid down, rough fingertips tracing Jae’s ribs, teasing lower until he found the edge of want, the place where control snapped.

Clothes were torn, breath stolen, the world narrowed to heat, sweat, and the slick sound of skin on skin.

Jae moaned—loud and unashamed—as Kael bit down on his neck, marking him. “Mine,” he rasped against the bruised skin. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Jae gasped, nails digging into Kael’s back. “Always.”

Kael didn’t waste another second. He shifted, one hand slipping between Jae’s thighs, teasing, spreading him open with skilled fingers. Jae gasped at the touch, his body trembling under the heat of Kael’s gaze.

“You’re already shaking for me,” Kael murmured, lips brushing against Jae’s ear. “But you haven’t even felt what I really want to give you.”

He pressed in slowly, deliberately, filling Jae inch by agonizing inch. Jae’s fingers clutched the sheets, his back arching, a broken moan escaping his lips. The stretch was intense—Kael was thick, hot, and relentless.

“F-fuck, Kael…” Jae whimpered, panting, but not pulling away—never pulling away.

Kael paused only a second, letting him adjust, before rocking his hips forward with a low, guttural groan. The rhythm started slow—deep, grinding thrusts that made Jae’s entire body jolt with pleasure. Skin slapped, breaths hitched, and Kael’s name tumbled from Jae’s lips like a mantra.

“Louder,” Kael commanded, voice wrecked with lust. “Let them hear who’s fucking you this good.”

Jae obeyed, crying out as Kael hit the perfect spot, over and over, each stroke rougher, faster, deeper. It was raw. Intense. Unforgiving.

Kael reached down, gripping Jae’s thigh, pulling it higher to go even deeper, hips snapping into him until the sound of their bodies echoed through the room.

“I’m—Kael—I’m close,” Jae gasped, losing control.

Kael leaned down, lips brushing his as he growled, “Come for me, baby. Make a mess for me.”

And Jae did—falling apart with a cry, his release coating their bodies. Kael followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a final, shuddering thrust as his moan rumbled through Jae’s chest.

They collapsed together, breathless, tangled in sweat and heat, Kael still inside him, holding him like he’d never let go.

“You’re mine,” Kael whispered again, softer this time. “And I’ll ruin anyone who touches what’s mine.”

Jae barely had time to breathe.

Kael didn’t even pull out—he stayed buried deep, his body a wall of heat and muscle pressing Jae into the mattress. “You thought I was done?” he growled, dragging his teeth down Jae’s neck. “Oh no, baby. I’m just getting started.”

Jae opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled moan as Kael rolled his hips again—slow, brutal, and punishing. His hand wrapped around Jae’s throat, just enough pressure to make Jae’s eyes flutter.

“You like it when I use you like this, don’t you?” Kael hissed, his other hand gripping Jae’s waist so hard there’d be bruises. “My pretty little thing, taking everything I give you. Fucking made for me.”

He thrust again—hard. Again—deeper. No rhythm, no mercy. Just pure possession. Jae was crying out now, voice raw, back arching with every snap of Kael’s hips. He wasn’t just being fucked—he was being owned.

Kael leaned closer, tongue tracing the shell of Jae’s ear. “You said you were mine… so I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else. No one’s ever gonna make you feel like this again. You hear me?”

Jae nodded desperately, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. “Y-yours—fuck—I’m yours, Kael, please—”

That one word lit Kael up. With a growl, he flipped Jae over, dragging him onto all fours, slamming back in with a feral moan. His fingers dug into Jae’s hips, dragging him back against every brutal thrust.

Slap.

Kael’s hand came down hard on Jae’s ass, leaving a red print. “Count for me,” he ordered, voice rough with lust.

“O-one,” Jae whimpered.

Slap.

“Two.”

Another thrust. Another moan. Another slap.

By the time they reached ten, Jae’s legs were shaking, throat raw from screaming Kael’s name, body trembling from being fucked into submission.

Kael finally let go—deep, hard, claiming him once more with a growl that shook the air. He didn’t pull out, just slumped over Jae’s back, breathing heavy, heart racing.

“Mine,” he whispered again, softer now, lips brushing Jae’s shoulder. “Always.”

After 1 hour

Kael hadn’t let Jae come again.

Not even once.

He had Jae laid out on the bed—legs spread, arms bound above his head with Kael’s belt, chest flushed, panting, desperate.

“I said you could come when I tell you,” Kael growled, dragging his fingers down Jae’s soaked, trembling thighs. “But you keep getting close, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Jae nodded frantically, body twitching, cock aching and red, leaking from how many times he’d been brought to the edge and yanked back. “Please, Kael—please, I can’t take anymore—”

Kael smirked. Cruel. Beautiful. Dangerous. “You will.”

He wrapped his hand around Jae’s cock, slow strokes, just enough pressure to make Jae’s head fall back, mouth wide in a silent scream. Kael leaned in, licking the tear that slipped from Jae’s cheek.

“You want to come so bad, don’t you, baby?” he purred. “Bet your whole body’s screaming for it. But you don’t deserve it yet.”

Kael stopped suddenly, making Jae sob in frustration.

“You beg so pretty,” Kael said, kissing down his chest, lips trailing fire across his skin. “But I want you ruined. Mindless. A mess.”

He slid two slick fingers inside Jae, curling them just right, hitting that sweet, sinful spot that made Jae jerk and cry out, thighs shaking.

“Kael—fuck—please—I need—”

“No,” Kael growled, pulling out, hand wrapping around Jae again, almost giving him what he wanted.

Almost.

The strokes were maddening—slow, deep, perfect—and then stopping just before release.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Jae was sobbing now, body trembling, hips thrusting uselessly into the air. “I’ll do anything, Kael, please—I'll let you fuck me in front of anyone, collar me, brand me—anything—just let me come…”

Kael’s eyes burned with dark hunger. “You’re mine. My filthy little whore.”

He finally lined himself up again—thick and hard, slamming in without warning, making Jae scream.

But he didn’t move.

Instead, Kael leaned in, voice hot and filthy in Jae’s ear. “You want to come? You beg while I use you like this. While you take it, nice and deep.”

Then he started moving—rough, merciless, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room.

Jae was gone—sobbing, begging, moaning Kael’s name like a prayer, like a curse.

And just as his body began to shake again—

Kael stopped.

“Not yet, baby,” he whispered. “I’m going to edge you ‘til you forget your name.”

Jae was gone.

His voice was wrecked—nothing but hoarse whimpers and breathy moans. His body twitched, overstimulated and soaked, a trembling mess spread open beneath Kael.

Tears streaked his cheeks, his lips swollen from biting down on them to hold in screams. His cock was purple, leaking, twitching from sheer need. His hole was raw and used, stretched wide from the brutal rhythm Kael kept up with no mercy.

And still—he hadn’t come.

Kael was relentless. Dripping sweat, chest heaving, he stared down at Jae like a starving beast. “Still holding on?” he growled. “You're strong, baby. But I’m gonna break that strength.”

He flipped Jae again—face down, ass up, forcing him to arch. Kael didn’t ease in this time—he slammed into him, hard, hips slapping, loud and wet and filthy.

Jae screamed—his body jolting forward, mouth open, drool slipping onto the sheets.

“No more—please—please, Kael—please, I can’t—”

Kael’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back, growling low in his ear. “You can. You will. You’re mine, Jae. My toy. My hole. You begged for this.”

Kael reached under him, stroking Jae’s cock—finally, finally giving him what he needed.

But even then, he didn’t let up. His thrusts stayed brutal, dragging Jae closer to the edge with every movement.

“Come for me, baby,” he hissed. “Break for me. Fall apart like the good little slut you are.”

And that was it.

Jae shattered.

His entire body convulsed, vision going white, a scream tearing from his throat as he came—harder than he ever had in his life. It was messy, uncontrollable, his body jerking and clenching around Kael like he couldn’t stop.

Kael didn’t slow down.

He fucked him through it—through the orgasm, through the aftershocks, through the overstimulation—until Jae was sobbing into the sheets, babbling nonsense, a wrecked, ruined shell of the boy who’d once thought he could handle Kael.

Kael groaned, low and primal, as he came deep inside him, hips still moving, grinding every last drop in with possessive fury.

When he finally stilled, he collapsed over Jae, wrapping him in his arms, kissing his damp cheek.

“You did so good for me,” he whispered. “You’re mine. All fucking mine.”

Jae could only nod weakly, eyes unfocused, lips curved in a blissful, ruined smile.

After 1 hour 🌝

Jae wasn’t just close—he was already gone. His wrists were still bound to the headboard, raw from how hard he’d pulled, body trembling as Kael shoved back into him for what felt like the hundredth time. His voice was shot. His eyes were glassy. The only thing keeping him grounded was the heat of Kael’s body and the voice that never stopped whispering filth into his ear.

“Such a good fuckin’ boy,” Kael rasped, biting down on the back of Jae’s shoulder. “Taking everything I give you. You love it, don’t you? Getting ruined by me.”

Jae could only sob—his mouth open, drooling onto the pillow, body twitching from relentless overstimulation. His cock had long since stopped dripping, too spent to respond, but Kael didn’t care. He wasn’t fucking for pleasure anymore—he was fucking for ownership.

“You begged to come,” Kael growled, pulling out with a wet, lewd sound only to slam back in hard enough to rock the bed. “And I let you. But I never said I’d stop. You want this. You love being my little cum-dump, don’t you?”

Jae whimpered, eyes rolling back, throat trembling with every cry that ripped out of him. “Y-yes—Kael—p-please—m-more—”

Kael’s laugh was dark, feral. “You are more than just mine now. You’re my toy. My fuckhole. My filthy little thing.”

He reached down, fingers wrapping tight around Jae’s spent cock, and squeezed—not to bring pleasure, but to watch the poor boy twitch, squirm, moan helplessly at the pain-blended bliss.

Jae screamed, voice wrecked beyond words. His hips tried to move, but they had no rhythm left, only raw, broken instinct.

“You’ve got no thoughts left, do you?” Kael cooed mockingly. “Just cock and cum and me inside you.”

Jae gasped—loud and desperate—as Kael leaned over him, hand gripping his throat just tight enough to remind him who he belonged to.

“You want to be filled again?” Kael whispered, thrusting deeper. “Want me to fuck you so hard you forget your name?”

“I—Kael—I don’t—I can’t—”

“You can,” Kael snarled. “Because I said so.”

Kael slammed into him again. And again. Each thrust harder, faster, crueler—flesh slapping against flesh in a symphony of filth. Jae's body was trembling so violently the cuffs on his wrists rattled.

Kael pulled him up by the hair, arching his back. “Say it. Say who owns you.”

“You—you—Kael, you own me, f-fuck—please!”

Kael grunted, deep and satisfied, as he buried himself to the hilt and stilled. “Good boy.”

He came hard, his release spilling deep inside Jae, a second load mixing with the first—filthy and warm. Kael didn’t pull out. He stayed in, kept Jae bent over and split wide, grinding lazily as Jae collapsed beneath him, a sobbing, used-up mess.

But Kael wasn’t done.

He dragged Jae up, turning him over—bruised thighs trembling, eyes unfocused, body too sensitive to even flinch. Jae looked up at him like he was some kind of god—feverish, lost, and worshipful.

Kael cupped his face, thumb brushing along his wet cheek. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Completely broken.”

Jae shivered at the words, lips parted.

“You want more?”

Jae barely nodded.

Kael smirked.

He wrapped a hand around Jae’s cock again, stroking slow, teasing, knowing damn well it was too much—but Jae twitched, mouth dropping open as his body tried to obey.

“That’s it, baby,” Kael whispered. “Show me how far I can take you.”

Jae was sobbing again, hips jerking in weak thrusts. “Hurts—Kael, f-feels too good—”

Kael leaned in, kissing the tears off his cheek. “I know, baby. I know.”

He spat into his hand, slicking his cock again before slipping back in—slow this time, but just as deep. Jae wailed—high, broken, wrecked. He clung to Kael’s arms, trying to hold onto something—anything.

Kael began to move again, soft, grinding thrusts that pushed against every sore spot. The overstimulation was electric, overwhelming, setting Jae on fire from the inside out.

“Gonna fuck you nice and slow now,” Kael murmured against his throat. “Stretch you open until you can’t feel anything but me. Gonna ruin you.”

Jae's head lolled back, legs trembling violently as another dry orgasm ripped through him—no cum left, just convulsions and tears.

“Kael—please—n-no more—”

Kael kissed him—deep and messy and full of praise. “Shhh. You’re doing so good. Just let go, baby.”

And Jae did.

He stopped thinking. Stopped begging. Let Kael use his body however he wanted, mind lost in the haze of pain, pleasure, and helpless bliss.

When Kael finally came again, he slumped over Jae’s broken body, both of them shaking, sweaty, and soaked in each other.

Kael unbound his wrists, kissing the raw marks gently. “That’s it, baby. All done. My perfect little mess.”

Jae didn’t reply.

He just smiled—wrecked, ruined, and completely his.

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Let me know if you want more, sugar—public scenes, toys, supernatural elements, or even a dom/sub dynamic between classes or species. You know I’ll write anything to keep you hot and hooked 😈💋