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Tension followed Dennis into the house, shoulders pulled back, brows pinched firmly together. Not even a walk along the beach had soothed him, the gentle crashing of waves and the smell of salt doing nothing to calm him down like it usually might. In fact, it seemed to do the opposite, now just annoyed at himself for wasting his own time. Annoyed that the ice cream stand had been closed. Annoyed that he had sand in his shoes, even when it was his own doing. His day at the clinic had been a long and annoying one, the competency of all of his co-workers seemingly going out the window. And, as much as he hated to be one of those people, he felt like everyone that walked through the door that day were…stupid. The hours dragged, and Dennis had forgotten his lunch to top it all off.
Andrew would’ve come and dropped it off to him, if he hadn’t been busy. Whatever, Dennis just drank a redbull. It wasn’t like he had the time to stop and eat, anyway.
Scrubbing a hand over his face, Dennis dropped himself on the sofa next to Andrew, a cold beer handed to him, cap already removed. Before he even spoke, Dennis downed almost the whole bottle, nose scrunching a little at the taste. He had never really been one for beer, but it felt more acceptable than a couple of shots of vodka after work. He leant back, trying to relax into the plushness of the sofa, trying to allow the scent of their home and of Andrew calm him.
“Bad day..?” Andrew felt stupid for even asking. Of course the boy had a bad day. Dennis hardly ever came home like this, usually greeting Andrew with a slow kiss, climbing into his lap to tell him all about his day, until Dennis grew hungry enough to get up and cook dinner together. He knew it wasn't one of those days. Andrew always felt so helpless, unsure what he could do to help Dennis unwind.
The younger man just nodded, taking another sip from the bottle in his hand. He didn’t even verbally reply, his eyes fluttering shut as he continued to take long and deep breaths. He tried not to let the older man’s question irritate him. Andrew was just making conversation. He was just trying to help Dennis, even though he didn’t really know how to. Andrew scrubbed a hand over his face, stubble slightly overgrown, curls starting to tickle the back of his neck. He knew that Dennis liked his hair longer, and put off cutting it for longer just for his boy. He sighed, wrecking his brian.
Well, it wasn’t like they could go and commit a crime to blow off steam. Neither of them enjoyed drugs, nope, that was left entirely to his baby brother. There was something, though, that had always helped Andrew blow off steam, that got his blood pumping and the chemicals in his brain buzzing. Sure, it wasn’t the healthiest way of coping by a mile. And it always left him sore and aching the next day. But in the moment? In the moment, he never failed to feel fuckign invincible. Like he was on top of the world. It was a habit he had given up after meeting Dennis, but he wouldn't mind relapsing just for Dennis.
Andrew shifted slightly in his seat, taking a sip from his own bottle of beer.
“You wanna go fight in the yard?”
Well, that finally got Dennis’s attention. The younger man looked over, his brows pinched together in confusion. “What?” He questioned, voice tight with irritation. God, this was the most tightly wound Andrew had seen him in a long time.
“You and me. Go blow off some steam in the back yard. Used to do it all the time.”
Dennis gazed at the man intently, and Andrew could picture it in his mind; Dennis’s jaw unhinging as he goes to bite Andrew’s head off for such a stupid suggestion. What normal person would suggest that? What boyfriend would sug-
“Sure.” Dennis nodded, finishing off his beer. He stood up, setting the bottle down on the coffee table. Missing the coaster. Andrew swallowed, set his own bottle down in the right spot. He watched as Dennis pulled off his shirt and made his way out into the yard, leaving the back door open for Andrew to follow.
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The air was still warm when they stepped into the yard, soft grass underneath Dennis’s bare feet, socks removed at the backdoor. The sun had started to set, orange and pretty yellows kissing the skyline, but ennis didn’t have it in him to appreciate how beautiful it looked. He didn’t have it in him to appreciate how beautifully the golden glow of the sun kissed Andrew’s face when he turned to look at the man. He watched as he removed his own shirt, as well as his belt, nervous that perhaps the metal would hurt Dennis too badly.
“So,” Dennis breathed, “We just start throwing punches? Until what?”
“Until one of us taps out.” Andrew nodded, stepping in front of the younger man. “If it’s too much, you can use our safe word. I don’t want to hu-”
“I’m not made of glass, Andrew. Don’t hold back on me, or I’ll beat your fucking ass.”
The older man laughed softly, but nodded. Excitement thrummed under his skin, and he knew he should feel wrong about that. The idea of hurting and fighting with his boyfriend shouldn’t excite him in any way, but it does, eyes no doubt twinkling in the sunlight. He couldn’t wait to feel his knuckles split under the pressure, for the scent of metallic blood to fill the air, for the dazed look to cross Dennis face. God, there was something deeply wrong with Andrew.
Unsure on how to truly start, Dennis simply shoved Andrew in the chest. The man hardly even moved, body firm and steady when Dennis’s hands connected with his chest. That only served to irritate Dennis more, eyes darkening as he reeled his hand back, fist connecting with Andrew’s jaw with a sharp sound. God. It felt amazing. A little tension had left him with the punch, the knot in his shoulders slightly looser than a moment before. The man tumbled slightly, letting out a grunt, “Fuck, Den!” he yelled, holding his jaw.
For a moment, worry bloomed on Dennis’s flushed face, watching as Andrew rubbed at his jaw. He took a step towards the man, only for Andrew to charge at him, full throttle. Dennis cried out as his body connected with the soft grass underneath him, that no longer felt all that soft. The air was knocked from his lungs, back arching from the ground as pain rushed through him. Before he even had a moment to collect himself, Andrew’s fist was connecting with his face, so hard that Dennis was sure his face would bruise. Again, he felt a little more tension leave him at the impact, a small grin taking over his face.
Before Andrew could land another punch, Dennis was flipping them in one smooth motion that had Andrew’s head spinning. Dennis’s hand tangled in his curls and yanked it, “Fucking asshole!” He spat…actually spat, smearing his saliva over Andrew’s face meanly, panting already. His fist met Andrew’s flesh once again, knuckles aching, promising to bruise. As he pulled his fist back again, Andrew’s knee connected with his groin and he fell off of him with a pained cry, gasping as the older man straddled him.
Both of their hearts were racing, blood rushing in their ears as they stared heatedly at one another so intently that Dennis almost looked away. He felt much better already, the knot in his shoulders already loose, tension having melted from his body by now, and yet…Dennis didn’t find himself wanting to stop just yet. A big part of him just wanted to keep going, to see how far they could push one another, to see who would bleed first.
It was him, it would be him that bled first.
Andrew’s fist connected to his mouth, lips kissing knuckles. A hot, metallic rush flooded his mouth all of a sudden, bright red painting his teeth and tongue. He spat the mess out, spattering his own cheek and Andrew’s hand, lips pulled back into a pained snarl. Andrew froze for a moment, clearly waiting for Dennis to shout their face word or to tap out. Instead, Dennis gruffly muttered, “That all you got?”
Before the older man could reply, blood was rushing down his nose, Dennis’s fist having slammed into his nose. It trickled into his mouth, painting his teeth a similar shade of red as Dennis’s. Their lips suddenly slammed together, pain radiating through their faces, hearts hammering in their chests. Dennis tugged at Andrew’s hair, yanking him back. Andrew cried out gruffly, spitting blood from his mouth. They rolled around together once again, a mess of clawing hands and kicking legs. Knees met stomach. Strands of hair caught between tight fists. The older man knew that the warmth that was blooming in his stomach was wrong. The scene unfolding shouldn’t make him feel the way that it was, but he couldn’t deny the way his cock was twitching inside his jeans. Dennis just looked so…so fucking beautiful with blood and spit painting his flushed face, the mess almost brutal despite the very minor injuries they had both received, them rolling around makin it all look a little more dramatic. The noises Dennis made, deep grunts and wounded gasps, God…they went right to Andrew’s cock and it made him feel fucking disgusting.
He shouldn’t love it.
But he does.
He loves it so much.
He needs Dennis so badly. Needs to sink his teeth into his flesh. Needs to feel it break under the sharpness of his jagged teeth. So, he does.
His teeth sunk into the flesh of Dennis’s shoulder, feeling skin break under them, blood seeping onto his tongue as Dennis cried out loud enough to worry their neighbours. Andrew didn’t care, they wouldn’t call the cops…and if they did? Well, he still wouldn’t care. His tongue lathed over the wound, hot saliva stinging, Andrew’s hips rolling lazily. His head was so cloudy, fuzzy with arousal and endorphins.
“Are you…” Dennis panted heavily, palm connecting sharply with the older man’s cheek when he’d yanked his head back. “Are you fucking hard right now?!” he spat, twisted arousal swimming in his eyes. When Andrew didn’t reply, Dennis flipped them, his ass pressed against the hardness in the older man’s jeans. He wrapped a hand around the other’s throat, blood seeping from the bite-shaped wound on his lightly tanned shoulder. The sun was setting fully now, the gentle chirp of evening insects becoming the symphony of their fucked up playtime.
“I asked you a question, sick bitch. You hard from this? Seeing me all bloody…that get your useless dick throbbing?”
Underneath him, Andrew’s pupils consumed the dark irises of his eyes as he pressed his neck into Dennis’s hand. “Watch your fucking mouth.” he spat back, cock throbbing under the warm pressure of Dennis’s ass. He wondered if Dennis’s cock was hard too, and he instantly knew that he had to find out. “Stupid cunt.”
Where the fuck had that come from?
Andrew wasn’t one to swear, not really. Hell, he barely talked on most days.
Like a feral dog backed into a corner, Andrew sunk his teeth into Dennis’s wrist. Not enough to draw blood this time, but certainly enough to hurt. Dennis reeled back, and Andrew took this as his chance to pounce. Fuck fighting, he had to be inside Dennis, the urge was all consuming and he wasn’t quite sure that he could wait until they were back in the house. He was going to fuck Dennis right there, in the dirt and grass of their back yard. He manhandled Dennis into position, getting him on his hands and knees until Dennis was presenting like a bitch in heat. The younger man yelped loudly, face pressed into the dirt.
“What the fuck, Andrew?!” he huffed, squirming a little until Andrew grabbed at his arms, pinning them behind his back. He held them in place with one large hand, the other yanking at Dennis’s pants.
He pulled his jeans down to the middle of his thighs, blood thrumming in his veins. Fuck, he was so goddamn hard it almost hurt. “Don’t move your hands.” Andrew ground out in response, the roughness in his voice enough to make Dennis obey. With a small grunt, Andrew almost effortlessly ripped Dennis’s underwear right to the waistband, the blood on his fingertips staining the grey fabric. Oh well, Andrew would just buy him another pair afterwards. He knew that he would feel slightly guilty once the arousal cleared his mind, and would ache to spoil Denis in any way the younger man would allow him, and somehow…that only turned him on more. Aware of his own pending guilt. Aware of what kind of a man he was. Both feral and tamed. Both teeth and necked bared, in an act of violent submission to the only man he would ever allow himself to love. Fabric wrecked, Andrew worked on his own clothing, freeing his drooling cock from the confines of his dirtied jeans.
The younger man whined, cock jumping at the wet sound of Andrew stroking his cock. Were they really going to do this? Was Andrew really going to take him outside, where anyone could hear? Where, if curious enough, anyone could peer through the gap in their fence and watch the mating of two violent mutts.
Dennis didn’t have to wait long for his questions to be answered. Jeans tossed aside, Andrew shifted. His foot came to rest on Dennis’s head, pushing his face firmly into the dirt as his cockhead kissed at the man’s drooling hole. With a guttural noise, Andrew pushed the head inside, hissing at the red of heat of Dennis’s hot cunt. Underneath him, Dennis babbled and cried, but Andrew ignored him. He bullied his cock the rest of the way inside, eyes rolling back as pleasure coiled in his gut.
He wasn’t going to last long, but he didn’t care. Andrew was being entirely selfish, almost pushing Dennis’s pleasure aside entirely. He kept his foot pressed against Dennis’s head as he began thrusting, balls smacking obscenely against the younger man’s hard, smaller cock. He could faintly hear Dennis moaning and whimpering, the sound washed out by the blood rushing in his ears and the sound of his own deep grunts. His head fell forward, bloodied drool spilling from his mouth and landing on the younger man’s back. They were both a bloody, dirty mess, unable to tell where Dennis began and Andrew ended.
“Y-You fucking-“ Dennis choked, attempting to reach back and weakly swat at the older man, grab at his ankle…anything! He could barely focus on fighting back, not when Andrew was drilling his cunt so fucking good. He loved any and all sex with Andrew, but this…oh fuck, this was amazing. All charged and feral. Doing something that Andrew usually wouldn’t do. When he’d met Dennis, he was relatively inexperienced when it came to sex. When it came to relationships, too. They’d spent a long time exploring kinks together, trying new things, dotting I’s and crossing T’s in the bedroom. Andrew was good at it all. Rough. Soft. Loving. Hateful.
Whatever the fuck this was.
Once again, Andrew held Dennis’s wrists to his back, holding himself deep inside the younger man so he could lean over and spit right in Dennis’s face. “Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, slowly, deeply grinding his hips against Dennis’s plush ass.
“Fuck. You.” Dennis spat. Pushing buttons that he didn’t have the right to be pushing then and there.
He felt Andrew shift, unable to really see what the man was doing until it was too late. The older man yanked Dennis’s head back, prying open his jaw only to shove his discarded boxers into his mouth with a grunt. “That’ll fuckin’ teach you,” Andrew muttered, lifting his foot off of Dennis’s head, both feet planted securely on the ground. Mounting the boy. Driving his cock as deep as he could possibly get it, balls smacking wetly.
The younger man was on cloud nine, even if he was still playing along. Squirming. Whining and crying around the gag in his mouth. He could feel his own cunt drooling, the mess dribbling down Andrew’s balls and no doubt onto the floor beneath them. He could feel his own coil tightening, like a rubber band fit for snapping. Seemingly bored of holding Dennis’s wrists in place, Andrew let go of them, hands moving to grab at his waist instead.
“This…This is all you needed, huh?” Andrew panted, sniffling. “Needed a good fuck to fix that fuckin’ attitude of yours. Now look at you…taking my dick like a bitch in heat,”
He honestly couldn’t stop himself. The words tumbled from his mouth, the barriers usually held up in his mind having fallen down. Everything was so raw and perverse, he truly couldn’t help himself. He groaned loudly when he felt Dennis’s cunt spasm and clench around him, tossing his head back. The sun had set. It was getting cooler now, but that wasn’t going to stop Andrew. Not until he got what he needed. What he deserved after being used as a human punching bag. He laughed softly, the sound harsh and mean, fingers once again tangling in Dennis’s hair, pulling his head back in one firm motion. The younger man’s back arched dramatically, a beautiful bow that Andrew wished he had a camera to capture it with. He panted when he imagined just how raw and bloodied Dennis’s knees might be from the whole affair, the thought making his cock pulse deep inside the boy.
“You gonna come?” he chuckled, his hips aching from how hard Dennis’s ass was smacking into him. “Gonna come on my dick, Dennis? Gonna come from this?”
“N-No~!” Dennis shook his head the best that he could, the movements creating painful tugs on his scalp. He choked out a moan when Andrew hit a particularly good spot inside of him, feeling his cunt pulse and clench as he squirted messily down onto the grass underneath him. He felt utterly debased, drooling into the dirt, tears streaking down his cheeks as snot dribbled from his nose. He shook his head again, pain shooting down his neck and spine, Andrew’s hands fisting hard enough in his hair to pull out golden strands.
He could hear Andrew laughing still, between feral grunts and animalistic moans. Andrew didn’t have it in him to tease anymore, his brain so scrambled and gone that he wasn’t all that sure he could string a decent sentence together anymore. He certainly didn’t trust his voice, sure that it was all ragged and broken by now. Instead, he let lewd noises tumble from his lips, being almost twice as vocal as he usually was. His balls were drawn up tight, cock harder than it had been in a very long time, erection sustained this whole time.
Fuck, he was so close. So close.
And then Dennis spoke again.
“P-Please don’t…don’t come inside of me.” The plea was weak and pathetic, but Adrew knew it was a bunch of bullshit. He knew just how badly Dennis wanted it. Knew by how the boy’s cunt spasmed and clenched. Knew by how fucking often he begged for Andrew to fill him up like this when they had sex. Andrew often said no, the possible outcome making him nervous. Not because he didn’t want it, no. Because he wanted it so fucking badly. He wanted it more than Dennis probably knew. He wasn’t going to deny him now. Wasn’t going to deny himself either. A part of him wanted it to stick. “Please…Andrew…please!”
Andrew let out a desperate whine, a wounded noise tumbling from his lips as he pressed his hips firmly against Dennis one last time. He buried himself deep as he shot rope after rope of come inside Dennis’s slick, leaky cunt. He only stayed still for a moment or two before he began thrusting again, fucking his load as deep as he possibly could inside the younger man, hand moving to tug and pinch at Dennis’s pretty little cock. Dennis babbled helplessly, his head being let go of, falling forward. He wailed quietly as another orgasm rocked through him forced out of him by Andrew’s mean fingers on his cock. He felt himself squirt again…or maybe piss, fuck, he couldn’t tell. He was so gone, but he could feel and hear the wetness leaking from his used cunt. Could feel the cooed out praise from Andrew. Could feel the pain thrumming in his shoulder and the taste of blood on his tongue. He whined, feeling his hole gape and flutter when Andrew's cock slipped from him.
Without Andrew holding onto him, Dennis flopped onto his side with a small whimper. The soft grass tickled at his sides and the cool evening air licked at his skin. Now that he wasn’t being mounted, the air around him felt much colder. Still pleasant, cooling him down quickly. Dennis felt spaced out, the hardships from the day far from his mind as Andrew scooped him up into his arms effortlessly. Had Dennis been a little more aware, he might’ve found it arousing, but he was too fucked out of it to care much.
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“Nothing too nasty,” Andrew mumbled, towel hanging low around his hips as he wiped Dennis’s knees with an alcohol pad.
They’d just gotten out of the bath, having stayed in there until the water ran cold and Dennis felt less achy. Now, the younger man was sitting on the bathroom counter whilst Andrew tended to his relatively minor wounds. He knew that his face would bruise, but it was nothing a little makeup and a lie couldn’t fix up. Andrew would never hurt him outside of play, and never usually like this. So, he knew that people wouldn’t really bat an eye.
“First aid training is really paying off,” Dennis teased lovingly as he watched the older man place a plaster down over the scrape. The bite wound was already disinfected and dressed, just like Andrew had been taught to do. “Thank you, Andrew.”
“Anytime,” he winked playfully, cleaning up his own wounds once Dennis was taken care of. Once again, he carried the younger man into the bedroom and placed him down on the bed. He dressed himself in a pair of loose pyjama pants, and then he got Dennis dressed in one of his T-shirts and a pair of underwear. “You wanna order some food? Or I can go pick something up,”
The younger man nodded as he carefully got under the blankets, turning on the TV. “Can we order from the Thai place? Please?” He asked, wiggling closer to Andrew as soon as the older man got into bed. Wordlessly, Andrew handed over his phone, letting Dennis pick whatever he wanted to eat.
With dinner taken care of and a movie picked, Andrew held Dennis close. He gently petted the younger man’s curls, kissing his forehead softly.
“That was great,” Dennis whispered after a long stretch of comfortable silence. “Thank you for suggesting that. I loved it.”
“Really?” Andrew asked, brows pinching slightly. “It wasn’t too…I wasn’t too much?”
When Dennis shook his head, relief flooded Andrew. He sighed softly, nodding slowly, “Oh, okay…I-I liked it too, a lot. Maybe we can do it again some time…not until you’re healed, though.” He chuckled, kissing Dennis’s forehead.
“I love you, Andrew.”
“Yeah, I love you too, Den.”