[He listens. He listens to every fucking word that comes out of Roman's mouth in between the cracks of the belt. Roman doesn't hold back with the snap-quick swing of his arm. So Victor doesn't bother holding back either.
He howls. He howls like a cat in heat, the sheets and blankets bunching up between his fingers. There is no one on this apartment floor that will be unaccosted by Victor's wailing. The pain is far too intense, too pointed and severe to ignore. Muffling his cries by biting the sheets, does nothing.
By the time Roman finally asks his questions Victor is shaking, on the precipice of finishing far too soon.]
Good. Good. [Roman runs his fingers through the short hair at the back of Victor's neck, then up to scratch the top of his head like he's rewarding a dog.] You know Daddy hates to make you cry, baby, but I only do what's best for the both of us.
[It's a lie and they both know it. Roman loves making Victor cry.]
[He tilts his head so he can get more of Roman's touch, closing his eyes. There is no greater comfort than Roman's false assurances. Victor gets high on those lies.]
[Roman smiles down at Victor faux-sweetly. Then he moves his hand down, wrapping it around Victor's neck from behind, hauling him up by the throat.]
Here's what you're gonna do for me. [He murmurs into Victor's ear.] You're gonna get naked. Gonna get on your knees. And then you're gonna suck my cock so good that I forget the name of that fucker you cheated on me with.
[He feels bad. He does! The word "cheated" is such a disgusting word to use.
But, how can he feel bad for long when Roman does that to him? The bastard is toying with his arousal. Victor nearly loses his footing from how rough Roman's voice is in his ear.]
Yes, sorry.
[He doesn't pull away from Roman's hold. He merely brings shaky hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt.]
Good boy. [Then, just because he can, he releases Victor's throat and pushes him by the back of the head, shoving him roughly.] Don't keep Daddy waiting.
[Roman tosses the belt onto the bed, hands going to his pants to undo them nice and leisurely.]
There's that pretty mouth... [He slowly parts the two halves of his underwear, pulling his hard cock out of the slit in them.] Missed your pretty mouth, baby. Nobody else has fucked it since you got back, have they? Don't lie to me.
[Maybe it’s because he’s prompted, but Victor wets his lips the moment he sees the fat head of Roman’s perfect cock. He swallows thickly, and shakes his head.]
No one. Wouldn’t do that, they don’t trust me either.
[Roman smirks, showing his teeth. Good. He's glad people are too afraid of Victor to want to fuck his face. That means Roman gets that privilege exclusively.]
That's what I like to hear. [He wraps one hand around his cock and sets the other on the back of Victor's head, urging him forward.] Now, c'mon, don't keep Daddy waiting any longer...
[Letting his eyes slip close, Victor opens his mouth. There is no waiting, Roman's fever-hot head touches his tongue before the cool air does. The moan that Victor makes is loud and obscene, fingers gripping the scabbed and dry skin of his knees as he relaxes his jaw.
Roman is not nice when he starts. So he prepares in the little seconds he can.]
["Not nice" is one way to put it. Roman brutally fucks Victor's face, wanting to claim him, to put him in his place, to show him exactly who he belongs to. He doesn't build up to it; just starts pistoning his hips, gasping, an intense look in his eye as he stares down at Victor.]
Look at me. [His voice is gravelly and stern.] Fucking look up at me with those pretty eyes, you little bitch.
[He does. Like a good fucking boy for once, doesn't look away from Roman's eyes.
Taking a face fucking is a lot like riding a shitty bike, takes a few moments to choke and gag before Roman's pushing in and out smoothly. Victor loosens his jaw, doesn't try to suck, more or less letting Roman fuck the shape of his prick into the soft muscle of his throat.]
[Roman's been craving this for so long. Living without Victor, even for something like a few months, is torture. No one else understands him like Victor. No one else takes his cock like Victor. He's fucked and had fun in the time Victor's been away, sure, but it's not the same. It's nothing like this.
Effortless power. Blind obedience. A way around each other's bodies that only comes from being sexually active together for the better part of 15 years. You just don't get that with anyone else.]
Victor... [He growls.] You are never. Going. To fuck someone. Without me knowing. Again.
[And he knows, he knows Victor didn't fuck John, but it's all the same. He punctuates each sentence with a slap of his hips against Victor's face.]
[Never is such a strong word. There is no telling how well he is going to abide by such a rule when this is the response it earns him. Like punishing a puppy by giving it treats even if it doesn't perform the correct command. Just helping that bad behavior become a permanent pattern.
Now, he nods. Tears gathering in the corner of his eyes from the force of Roman's thrusts, he groans around that perfect cock.]
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Kissing on the lips.
[He spanks Victor with the belt.]
Kissing on the cheek.
[Another.]
French kissing.
[Another.]
Putting your mouth on someone's tits.
[Another.]
Someone putting their mouth on your tits.
[Another.]
Oral sex.
[Another.]
Anal sex.
[Another.]
Vaginal sex.
[Another, accompanied by a grossed-out look.]
Mutual masturbation.
[Another.]
Getting spanked by anyone who isn't me.
[Another.]
Touching anyone who isn't me.
[Another.]
Looking at anyone who isn't me.
[That might be a little much. Still, Victor gets another.]
Is that abundantly fucking clear, Mr. Zsasz?
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He howls. He howls like a cat in heat, the sheets and blankets bunching up between his fingers. There is no one on this apartment floor that will be unaccosted by Victor's wailing. The pain is far too intense, too pointed and severe to ignore. Muffling his cries by biting the sheets, does nothing.
By the time Roman finally asks his questions Victor is shaking, on the precipice of finishing far too soon.]
Y-Yeah.
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"Yeah?" Is that how you speak to me? [This time, when he hits Victor, he nicks him with the belt buckle.]
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No, sir.
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[It's a lie and they both know it. Roman loves making Victor cry.]
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I know. [He sniffles like a fucking baby.]
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Here's what you're gonna do for me. [He murmurs into Victor's ear.] You're gonna get naked. Gonna get on your knees. And then you're gonna suck my cock so good that I forget the name of that fucker you cheated on me with.
[Yeah, he said it, Victor. Cheated on him!!]
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But, how can he feel bad for long when Roman does that to him? The bastard is toying with his arousal. Victor nearly loses his footing from how rough Roman's voice is in his ear.]
Yes, sorry.
[He doesn't pull away from Roman's hold. He merely brings shaky hands up to start unbuttoning his shirt.]
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Good boy. [Then, just because he can, he releases Victor's throat and pushes him by the back of the head, shoving him roughly.] Don't keep Daddy waiting.
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With a shrug, his shirt slips off his shoulders and falls to the floor.
It doesn’t take long for his pants, underwear and shoes to follow, standing there in nothing but his birthday suit and rings.
He falls to his knees.]
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There's that pretty mouth... [He slowly parts the two halves of his underwear, pulling his hard cock out of the slit in them.] Missed your pretty mouth, baby. Nobody else has fucked it since you got back, have they? Don't lie to me.
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No one. Wouldn’t do that, they don’t trust me either.
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That's what I like to hear. [He wraps one hand around his cock and sets the other on the back of Victor's head, urging him forward.] Now, c'mon, don't keep Daddy waiting any longer...
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Roman is not nice when he starts. So he prepares in the little seconds he can.]
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Look at me. [His voice is gravelly and stern.] Fucking look up at me with those pretty eyes, you little bitch.
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Taking a face fucking is a lot like riding a shitty bike, takes a few moments to choke and gag before Roman's pushing in and out smoothly. Victor loosens his jaw, doesn't try to suck, more or less letting Roman fuck the shape of his prick into the soft muscle of his throat.]
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Effortless power. Blind obedience. A way around each other's bodies that only comes from being sexually active together for the better part of 15 years. You just don't get that with anyone else.]
Victor... [He growls.] You are never. Going. To fuck someone. Without me knowing. Again.
[And he knows, he knows Victor didn't fuck John, but it's all the same. He punctuates each sentence with a slap of his hips against Victor's face.]
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Now, he nods. Tears gathering in the corner of his eyes from the force of Roman's thrusts, he groans around that perfect cock.]