Teeth in the Neck
© Broken Boundaries Gay Erotica
Randy hadn’t needed to remind Liam not to cum.
He knew the boy would remember.
It had been there, unspoken, since their last time, the way Liam had gasped under him, eyes wet, body trembling, holding himself back when Randy growled in his ear, “Not yet.” And then, later, when they parted in the cold outside Randy’s apartment, the way Liam had looked at him: hungry, wired, grateful, but still tightly wound with the frustration Randy had left him in.
They’d crossed paths twice since then: once in class, where Liam shot him a brief grin from across the lecture hall, and once outside the hospital after rounds, when Randy had brushed past, murmuring only, “Soon.” He hadn’t said more. He didn’t need to.
Now, standing by his window with the city humming outside, Randy sipped his coffee slowly. The cup was still hot, but his body was already keyed up, a faint ache running down his spine, coiling low in his gut. His cock was heavy where it pressed against his thigh, half-hard just from the thought of what he had planned tonight.
He let himself imagine it:
Liam on his knees, sweat-damp skin, mouth parted and gasping, his whole body straining with the effort to obey.
Randy would take his time. Push him further. Find the edge where obedience and desperation blurred.
A sharp knock sounded at the door.
Randy didn’t hurry. He set his cup down, adjusted the hang of his shirt — casual black, fitted just enough to hint at the strength beneath — and crossed the room.
When he opened the door, Liam stood there, framed by the hallway light.
“Hey,” Liam said softly, a smile flickering at the edges of his mouth. He looked good, a little flushed from the cold, hair tousled, hands jammed into his jacket pockets. His eyes flicked over Randy quickly, a nervous, excited little glance.
Randy stepped back, holding the door open. “Come in.”
Liam moved past him, the familiar scent of his cologne trailing behind, clean, sharp, a little citrus. He shrugged off his coat, glancing around like he was still getting used to the space, still learning its cues.
Randy closed the door quietly and leaned back against it, watching.
“You remember the rules for tonight?” he asked, voice calm, low.
Liam turned, blinking. His mouth opened slightly — surprise flickered there, then realization. His cheeks flushed deeper. “Yeah,” he said. His voice caught faintly, and he cleared his throat. “Yes, Sir.”
Good.
Randy let the silence stretch just a little longer, watching Liam shift his weight. The boy was wearing dark jeans, a fitted henley, the sleeves pushed up just enough to show forearms smooth and lightly freckled. His body was lean, runner’s muscle, not bulk — the kind of frame Randy liked to press down, fold, stretch.
“Bedroom,” Randy murmured. “Go.”
Liam hesitated only a heartbeat before moving.
Randy followed at an unhurried pace, letting the moment steep. He liked the sound of Liam’s steps ahead of him, the way the boy paused just inside the doorway, waiting without being told to wait.
Inside, the room was clean, spare. The bed neatly made. Nothing flashy laid out, just the quiet presence of control in the space itself.
“Get naked,” Randy said softly.
Liam’s fingers went to his shirt, fumbling slightly at the buttons. Randy watched the slow reveal: pale skin, a faint flush already creeping down his chest, the hard line of his stomach tightening as he tugged the fabric over his head. Then the jeans, slower this time, a flicker of self-consciousness making Liam’s hands tremble slightly as he pushed them down, stepped out, stood in just his briefs.
Randy crossed the room, slow and deliberate. He stopped just close enough that Liam had to tilt his head back slightly to meet his gaze.
He reached out, brushed two fingers lightly along Liam’s jaw. “Yes,” he murmured. His thumb traced the edge of Liam’s mouth. “You remember your job tonight?”
Liam’s breath hitched. “To make you cum, Sir.”
Randy smiled faintly. “That’s right.”
His hand slid back into Liam’s hair, threading through the soft strands, tightening just enough to make Liam’s body tense. Randy pulled him forward slightly, watching the boy’s mouth part, watching the faint tremble in his throat.
“You’ll pleasure me,” Randy murmured, “and you won’t think about your own cock. No matter what.”
Liam made a soft, shaky sound. “Yes, Sir.”
Randy’s cock stirred harder now, the heat rising in his chest.
This was just the start.
Randy’s hand tightened slightly in Liam’s hair, guiding the boy’s head down until his mouth hovered near Randy’s waistband. He didn’t rush. He let Liam feel the weight of the moment, the heavy silence thickening between them.
Liam’s breath came faster, his shoulders trembling faintly as Randy drew his fingers along the line of his jaw, brushing over the flushed skin, the delicate pulse fluttering in his throat.
“Stay still.”
Randy’s fingers slid to his own belt, unfastening it with smooth, measured movements. The faint clink of the buckle, the slow whisper of leather, they filled the room like a low, intimate percussion.
Liam watched, eyes wide, lips parted.
Randy let his pants fall open just enough, freed his cock, already hard, flushed dark and heavy. He felt the pulse of his own heartbeat in it, a slow, deliberate thrum of anticipation.
Without a word, he traced the head along Liam’s bottom lip, smearing a bead of precum there, watching the boy’s mouth twitch, his breath seem to stop.
Liam didn’t move. Didn’t reach. His hands stayed behind his back, where Randy wanted them.
Good.
Randy smiled faintly, curling his fingers into Liam’s hair, pulling him forward until the boy’s mouth opened instinctively, eager and hot, wrapping around the tip.
The first few strokes were slow, just enough to test the fit, feel the slide of tongue and lips, the brief resistance of Liam’s throat. Randy’s hand guided the pace, pressing forward incrementally, letting Liam adjust, letting him taste the rhythm Randy would set.
Liam moaned softly, a muffled, hungry sound vibrating around Randy’s cock.
He deepened the thrusts gradually, feeling Liam’s throat tense, hearing the faint, choked sounds as the boy struggled to hold his composure. Saliva pooled, slick and warm, dripping down the shaft, stringing between Liam’s chin and Randy’s skin.
Randy pulled back sharply. Liam gasped, eyes wide, cheeks flushed wet.
“Open your mouth.”
Liam obeyed instantly, tongue out, breath trembling.
Randy leaned down slightly and spat — a thick, deliberate string landing squarely on Liam’s tongue.
“Don’t swallow.”
Liam’s eyes flickered up, glistening, uncertain, but he held.
Randy smirked.
He waited, letting the tension stretch, watching the saliva start to spill from the corners of Liam’s mouth, a glistening trail running down his chin.
Then he spat again.
This time, Liam whimpered faintly, his throat working, his body shifting with the effort to hold still, to hold back.
Randy’s cock twitched hard at the sight.
“Good boy.”
He traced a finger along Liam’s wet jaw, then eased his cock back between the boy’s lips, sliding in slowly, pushing deeper, feeling the shuddering breath, the faint gurgle of wetness as Liam strained to accommodate both the spit and the cock filling his mouth.
Randy began to thrust again, slow and heavy, watching the saliva bubble, the tears starting to rim Liam’s eyes, the faint tremble running through his body as he fought to obey.
Time blurred slightly — the steady rhythm, the gasping sounds, the wet, messy slickness. Randy pushed him right to the edge, felt the telltale clench in Liam’s thighs, the faint rock of his hips, the unmistakable signal of a boy hovering at the brink.
He pulled back sharply, one hand closing around Liam’s jaw, tilting his head up.
“You’re close,” Randy murmured, voice cool.
Liam shivered, eyes shining, chest heaving.
Randy gave a small, cruel smile. “Not yet.”
Again and again, Randy felt the telltale shifts — the tightening, the trembling, the sharp little jerks as Liam’s body hovered on the brink.
And just when Liam’s thighs clenched, his hips giving that helpless little rock forward, his whole body about to tip over —
Randy pulled back sharply withdrawing his cock from Liam’s mouth, and, without warning, slapped Liam across the face.
The sharp crack echoed in the room. Liam’s eyes flew wide, his mouth dropping open on a soft, broken gasp, his whole body jolting under the sting.
Randy caught his jaw, thumb brushing the fresh flush spreading across Liam’s cheek.
“Stay with me,” he murmured, voice low, breath hot.
Liam let out a tiny, shaky sound, his chest shuddering with the effort to hold still, to hold back.
Randy leaned in, slow and deliberate, and spat into Liam’s mouth — thick, wet, landing squarely on his tongue.
“Hold it.”
Liam whimpered faintly, eyes wide, throat working, his jaw trembling as he obeyed. Saliva spilled at the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin in messy, glistening trails.
Randy waited just long enough to watch the tension mount, the way Liam’s thighs flexed, his cock twitched helplessly against his stomach — then spat again.
A wet, choked sound escaped Liam’s throat, but he didn’t break.
“Good bitch,” Randy muttered, almost to himself.
And then he shoved his cock back into Liam’s mouth, pushing deep, feeling the wet heat, the shuddering effort as Liam took it all, the faint, desperate gurgle as Randy set a harder, hungrier pace.
The room filled with the raw sounds of it — the slap of skin, the wet slide, Liam’s muffled gasps and soft, choking moans. His body rocked slightly under the force of it, his hands still tight behind his back, his cock flushed pink and leaking, untouched, straining with every rough thrust.
Randy’s own pulse was pounding hard now, heat coiling low in his gut, his fingers tightening in Liam’s hair as he fucked into that wet, open mouth, but he wasn’t going to give himself over yet.
Not until Liam had given everything he wanted to take.
He stepped back, guiding Liam to his feet, turning him with a firm hand between the shoulder blades, bending him over the edge of the bed.
Liam’s breath hitched, body trembling faintly, his hands gripping the blankets in tight, white-knuckled fists. His cock was flushed dark, leaking steadily, pressed against the sheets, untouched, desperate.
Randy ran his palm slowly down Liam’s back, feeling the heat radiating off his skin, the faint tremble running through the tight lines of muscle. His other hand slid lower, thumb pressing just between Liam’s cheeks, circling slowly, spreading lube with deliberate care.
“Relax,” Randy murmured, his voice low, almost soft now.
Liam let out a shaky breath, head lowering, shoulders flexing slightly as he fought to stay loose, to open.
Randy eased one slick finger in, slow, testing, feeling the tight clench, the faint flinch, the gradual shudder as Liam’s body worked to take it. Then another — stretching, claiming — watching Liam writhe faintly, his thighs straining, his chest heaving as he pressed back against the slow, insistent pressure.
“Good slut,” Randy breathed, more to himself than to Liam.
When he finally pressed the thick head of his cock to Liam’s entrance, he felt the boy tense, a faint, helpless sound escaping from deep in his throat.
“Breathe,” Randy murmured again.
And then he pushed in, inch by inch, feeling Liam stretch, give, shudder — a raw, slow burn as his body yielded under the steady force.
Liam’s fingers curled tight into the blankets. His mouth hung open on a thin, wrecked moan, his whole body shaking as Randy bottomed out, grinding slow and deep, feeling the tight heat swallow him completely.
Randy stayed still for a moment, savoring the pulse of Liam’s body clenching around him, the faint, gasping sounds filling the air.
Then he began to move.
Slow, grinding thrusts at first, feeling Liam adjust, hearing the soft, choked noises he made, the wet slap of skin against skin as Randy’s hips set a steady, unrelenting rhythm.
Liam took it — beautifully. His body rocked forward with every thrust, breath hitching, legs straining, his untouched cock leaking steadily onto the sheets. His shoulders shuddered as Randy fucked him harder, driving in deep, feeling the boy open wider, give more, surrender fully to the sharp, pounding pace.
But Randy wasn’t done.
He gripped Liam’s waist, pulled out sharply, and flipped him over, pushing him down onto his back. Liam let out a startled, broken gasp, his eyes wide, cheeks flushed, mouth open in a dazed, trembling pant.
Randy grabbed his legs, spreading them wide, pressing forward again — sliding back inside in one long, punishing thrust, watching Liam’s mouth fall open on a ragged, helpless cry.
“Open,” Randy murmured, his thumb pressing under Liam’s jaw.
Liam obeyed without hesitation, his mouth wide, tongue out, eyes glassy and shining.
Randy leaned forward, spat — thick and slow, watching it land heavy on Liam’s tongue.
“Hold it.”
Liam whimpered faintly, shivering, his body clenching around Randy’s cock, his whole frame trembling under the effort to obey.
Randy thrust deeper, harder, driving Liam into the mattress, watching the wet shine on his chin, the desperate, beautiful wreck of him — sweat-slick skin, wide, wet eyes, his mouth full of Randy’s spit, holding everything Randy had given him tonight.
“Gooooood boy,” Randy murmured again, his voice dark with satisfaction.
He ground deeper, slower, savoring the raw, helpless way Liam writhed under him, the thick, wet heat of him stretched wide and trembling, the way his mouth stayed open, waiting, taking, holding — every inch, every drop, exactly as Randy wanted.
Randy felt the tight coil in his gut begin to snap, his cock pulsing deep inside, his body shuddering as he came hard, emptying himself into Liam with a low, rough groan.
And still, Liam held.
Mouth open.
Body shaking.
Eyes shining, desperate, obedient, perfect.
He stayed there, pressed close, breathing heavily, feeling Liam tremble under him.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Randy withdrew slowly, easing back, watching the faint shudder that ran through Liam’s body as he was left empty, aching, untouched.
Randy eased back slowly, pulling out of Liam’s stretched, trembling body, watching the boy sag into the sheets, boneless and wrecked, his breath hitching in ragged little gasps.
Randy’s cock glistened, streaked wet and messy from the brutal fuck, the last traces of release clinging to the shaft.
He didn’t bother reaching for a cloth.
Instead, he leaned over Liam, cupped his flushed, dazed face, and murmured softly, “Open up, good boy.”
Liam parted his lips immediately, eyes heavy-lidded, mouth slack and waiting.
Randy slid his cock back in, slow and deliberate, pushing between Liam’s swollen lips, feeling the wet heat of his mouth wrap around him again.
“Clean me off,” Randy murmured, his voice low, a faint smile tugging at the edge of his mouth.
Liam let out the softest sound, a broken little whimper, and obeyed, sucking gently, licking around the shaft, his mouth working carefully to take every trace Randy gave him.
Randy cradled the back of his head, guiding the slow rhythm, hips rolling just enough to feel the wet drag of Liam’s tongue, the way he hollowed his cheeks, the faint, desperate noises vibrating up his throat.
“Fuck,” Randy murmured, eyes half-closing, his fingers stroking through Liam’s damp hair. “Good boy. You were such a good fucking boy tonight.”
He let Liam work for a little while longer, savoring the soft pull, the messy slick of spit and spent need, until he was satisfied, until Liam had cleaned every last inch.
Then he pulled back gently, cupping Liam’s jaw in one hand, thumb brushing lightly over his bottom lip.
“Your mouth,” Randy murmured, voice a little rough, “your hole — perfect.”
Liam shivered, blinking up at him, flushed and dazed and glowing with quiet, raw pleasure.
Randy stretched out beside him on the bed, pulling Liam in close, one arm slung lazily across his waist, his fingers tracing slow, idle patterns along the boy’s side.
For a long, easy moment, they just lay there — Liam tucked in close, face resting against Randy’s broad, muscular chest, breath evening out slowly, the tension in his body gradually melting away under the steady, grounding weight of Randy’s touch.
Randy kissed the top of his head once, murmuring softly, “Good boy.”
When the time felt right, he shifted, sitting up, brushing his fingers lightly through Liam’s fuck-messed hair one last time.
“Okay,” Randy murmured quietly, pressing a quick, warm kiss to Liam’s temple. “Time for you to go.”
Liam blinked up at him, surprised, maybe a little disappointed — but he didn’t argue. He just nodded, slow and obedient, gathering his clothes with shaky hands.
Randy watched him dress, calm and unhurried, his eyes tracking the faint tremble still running through Liam’s limbs, the lingering flush high on his cheeks, the soft, tentative little glances the boy kept sneaking his way.
At the door, Randy leaned in once more, brushing his mouth lightly over Liam’s.
“We’ll talk soon,” he murmured against his lips, a faint, satisfied smile tugging at his mouth.
And then he let Liam slip away into the night.
Randy closed the door quietly, the faint click echoing in the stillness of the apartment.
For a moment, he just stood there, fingers resting lightly on the handle, the soft buzz of the city drifting in through the window.
His body still thrummed faintly — not just with satisfaction, but with something sharper.
He hadn’t expected Liam to handle tonight as well as he had.
Hadn’t expected the boy to give so much, so well.
Hadn’t expected himself to enjoy it this much, either.
Randy ran a hand through his hair, exhaling slowly, a faint, amused smile tugging at his mouth.
“Not bad, boy,” he murmured under his breath.
And for the first time in a long while, Randy felt the quiet, unmistakable pull of curiosity stir low in his chest.
Maybe, just maybe —
this one was going to last.
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