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"This doesn't mean anything," Brian says harshly against your lips. You glare and shove him further into the wall, delighting in his gasp of pain as his back smacks against the wet tiles. "Fucker," he curses, pushing hard against your chest in an effort to shove you away. You grip his arms tightly, not giving him an inch. He thrashes violently against you until you shove a knee between his legs and grind your thigh against his cock. His head slams back against the wall and the moan he lets out tingles low in your belly, shoots straight to your cock. "Like that, do you?" You mock. Now he's pushing desperately into you, the leaking head of his cock jutting against your leg, burning your skin. "As good as anything else," he spits, eyes flashing. You will never be able to understand the violent rage that rushes through you when he taunts you like this. You remember the last time you saw him with someone, Maltepe Escort getting his cock sucked in a seedy alley behind a club three towns over, and the corners of your vision blur a little red. You slam him into the wall again so hard the smack of the impact reverberates through the room, loud even over the sound of the rushing showers. He grunts in pain and in response you lower your head into the crook of his neck and bite, almost hard enough to break through skin. He groans and tries to fight you off, arms bucking against your hands and head leaning away from you, but you refuse to relent, refuse to release from his punishment. He deserves this. Deserves this for continuously taunting you, for having the gall to do this with other men. For as little inclination as you have to be with him past the occasional hard fuck, you're equally disinclined to let Maltepe Escort Bayan others have him. He's yours, and that's his punishment for making you want him so much. "Get the fuck off me," he shouts at you, and you reluctantly let go, eyeing the harsh mark of your teeth against his skin in satisfaction. You love leaving marks on him. Have since the first time, when he demanded you didn't. You'd left a dark hickey on his neck in rebellion, then, and got hard every time you caught sight of him in the hallway wearing scarves and long sleeves in an attempt to hide his shame. You press your thumb into the imprint and he shudders. That's your boy. Always gets off on a bit of pain. As much as you'd like to take your time to mark every inch of his skin you don't have the luxury. Club is going to start soon, and at any moment someone is going to come in. The thought Escort Maltepe of being caught pinning the star of the football team arouses you like little else, but you fight against the temptation, forcing yourself to remember that it will only do more harm than good. Small town schools like this aren't quite so forgiving, and the two of you have a semester until graduation yet. You focus on the matter at hand, determined not to let those thoughts? (thoughts of him leaving, thoughts of you losing access to him) ?wander off. They're dangerous. Without warning you shove him down, and he collapses onto the floor with a heavy thud. He curses and flails and glowers up at you, and the look of murder in his eyes makes heat run down your spine. With a wide grin you tug away the damp towel wrapped loosely around his hips, revealing his erect cock to the air. His slit is still dripping pre-cum, and when you take him in your hands he's hot and slick against your skin. You stroke him and watch as he struggles not to react, and oh, that won't do. You grip him harder until he hisses, and pump his cock so fast your hand blurs. It doesn't take long for him to spread his legs and start moaning.