I fuck against you and the damage I have done to you makes you flinch, even as you thrust your hips up to get more, and you whisper to me in that porn-voice, breathlessly moaning, ‘…it burns… it burns…’, which I love, which makes me rabid, makes me want to tear you apart. I go for your mouth, of course, which I own, which is right there, half open and inviting me and I hold your head and take your mouth with violence and I feel you reaching up for me even as I sink my teeth into your lips and try to eat your tongue. And this is no sweet kissing, no mercy here and I can’t get enough of you and I want to shove myself into you by force, through your skin, which I want to strip off you so I can get underneath it and touch you from the inside.
And I fuck harder against you, a rhythmic motion and you know you are not to come and you try not to thrust back against me, but you do, you do and my mouth is on you and you finally whisper, ‘…please… I’m going to come… please…’ and I lift off you and you raise your hips to stay with me, which is so desperately hot and you pant into my mouth, making that humming sound that I love, getting control. I look down and see blood, your cock, my cock, has bled on me, my cock is bleeding and raw and bruised and hurt.
‘Oh baby, you’re bleeding…’, I say, unnecessarily. I reach for the antiseptic and watch your face. We both know it burns.