Passion

Passion
Rex stood in the middle of the room, his chest rising and falling fast, lips still parted from the last kiss. Dante was pressed against his back, hands sliding under his shirt, breath hot against his neck.

“Strip,” Dante said, his voice deep and firm.

Rex obeyed first, pulling his shirt over his head, muscles flexing under soft light. Dante followed, slower, like he wanted to savor every second. He leaned against Rex as they undressed. They made sure to keep their eyes on each other, their thoughts filled with the desire they both felt.

Dante stepped forward once they were both bare. He grabbed Rex’s jaw and kissed him rough, claiming. Rex melted into it, letting Dante take what he wanted.

When their mouths parted, Dante didn’t speak. He turned Rex around, pushed his chest toward the dining table, and slapped his ass hard enough to make him grunt.

“You know what to do,” he murmured.

Rex reached for him, grabbing his waist and pulling him close. “Come here,” he said in a voice low and desperate to be penetrated. 

Dante moved behind Rex now, hand firm on his back, he positioned himself at his entrance.

Rex grunted at the first thrust. Dante didn’t give him time to adjust. He grabbed his hips and slammed into him again, harder this time.

Rex’s fingers curled against the wood as Dante drove into him, each thrust brutal and fast. The table shook beneath them. Rex cried out with every movement, his body jerking each time Dante filled him.

“You feel me?” Dante grunted into Rex’s ear. “Taking you exactly how I want?”

Rex could barely answer, every sound caught in his throat. His eyes were closed as he tried to focus on the pleasure he was feeling. 

“Good boy,” Dante whispered, his hand tangling in Rex’s hair. “Take it. Just like that.”

The rhythm didn’t slow, instead, Dante’s grip tightened, his fingers dug into Rex’s sides, his thrusts hard enough to keep shaking the table. Rex was breathing hard, his skin damp with sweat, caught between pain and bliss.

Dante reached around Rex’s waist and grabbed his throat, pulling him upright. “Look at me,” he growled.

Rex obeyed, opening his eyes and looking into Dante’s. Dante’s own face was contorted with pleasure, and that pushed Rex even further, made him moan louder, made him beg.

He had seen attractive things before but not the sight of Dante wanting him this badly. It was always something that made Rex lose his mind. 

Rex leaned forward again, holding on to the table, he arched as Dante drove into him harder. Sweat dripped down his spine, and his cock throbbed with the need to be touched.

“Please,” Rex gasped, “don’t stop.”

Dante groaned, his voice rough. “You’re so fucking perfect like this. Taking everything I give you.”

Rex whimpered in response, his whole body trembling. 

“Mine,” Dante growled low, his voice dark and full of heat. “You belong to me.” His hand slid around Rex’s throat again, squeezing just enough to make him gasp. “Say it.”

“Yes,” Rex rasped, his voice rough. “I’m yours.”

“Good boy,” Dante whispered, and his teeth sank into Rex’s shoulder, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make Rex cry out. “You will never leave me. Who else can make you feel this good?”

Rex felt used, owned, and it only turned him on more. Truthfully, he believed no one could make him feel half as good. 

“Rex—” Dante gasped, his hips buckling . “I’m gonna—please—”

“Cum.” Rex urged..

And Dante did. 

His whole body tensed, his voice cracked as he came hard, trembling as he buried himself deep. 

His orgasm triggered Rex, whose legs shook, his cock pulsed, and he came across the table, crying out as his release overtook him.

For a moment, the only sound was their ragged breathing, the table creaking beneath them.

Rex finally could take himself. He turned to face Dante who looked flushed and tired. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re amazing.”

Dante nodded his head, his fingers trailing down Rex’s sides. He kissed the side of Rex’s neck, lingering there. “You are too.”

He didn’t want this to end though. He loved being inside Rex. He loved the mixture of their sweats and how harmonious their moans sounded. He loved everything.

And perhaps…

Rex sat on a chair, still catching his breath, hair stuck to his forehead. His skin was coated with sweat and glistening under the light, chest rising and falling fast. He looked at Dante, who was leaning against the couch a few steps away. .

“I’ve never come that hard in my life,” Rex muttered, a breathless laugh escaping his lips.

Dante smiled, biting his lip shyly. “You love the sex after a fight?”

Rex leaned back, dragging a hand through his hair. “Perhaps.”

Dante nodded his head. He loved a number of things as well, ans that included having sex with Rex. Then his lips curved into a soft smile. “Good. Because I’m sure we’ll be having more of that in the future.”

Rex stood and walked to stand between Dante’s legs, wrapping his arms around his waist. Their lips met in a slow kiss, not rough now, but warm.

Rex closed his eyes, heart beating slower now, his muscles were sore but he felt satisfied. Dante’s roughness had stripped everything bare, leaving behind only an insatiable need for Dante. 

Dante rested his head on Rex’s shoulder. “So… we’re really doing this.”

Rex chuckled softly. “Yeah. We are.”

Dante smirked, his cheeks flushed. But his cock twitched with more. “Then we should probably try the bedroom.”

Rex groaned but he wanted it too. Yes, he was satisfied, but that didn’t mean more would be rejected. It was the greed they spoke of in the Bible. 

But as long as it was Dante, he was allowed to be greedy. 

“You don’t want to?” Dante asked, his eyes softening as he kissed Rex again.

Rex’s lips spread into a warm smile. “If you want to, then I’m down for it.”

Dante but his bottom lip as he smiled, watching Rex sink down to his knees, his hands wrapped around Dante’s already hard cock.