an Ode to @blueangelbby <3 Whitforth, prone bone, and mean Titus was the theme here, so I hope I delivered :]
{I'm serious this is filthy, NSFW}
Despite his animalistic tendencies and explosive temper, when it came down to the hunt Titus toyed with his prey.
Dennis was suffering the consequences of it.
The bed was lit lowly with the orange glow of the candelabra on the side table, the lights dancing with each slow roll of Titus's body against Dennis's. Titus laid draped over his back, pressing Dennis flat against the bed; his left arm tucked under his hips and the right curled around his front, pressing Dennis's pale throat snug into the crook of his arm.
Dennis dug his nails into Titus's arm during a thrust that tilted Titus's hips and dragged against his prostate, keening into the humid air. He was so sensitive, the previous orgasms made his legs shake with each slow thrust. Titus always pushed until the skin-warm metal of the cock ring pressed against his hole before pulling away again.
"Titus- I can't, it-" Dennis whined, digging his nails into the meat of Titus's bicep when the next roll of his hips made pleasure burn up his spine and down into his abdomen. It was all hot, the sweat between their slick bodies and the pulsing of his cock inside of him and the burn of overstimulation in his limbs-
"Shhh, darling, just one more, be good for me." Titus murmured in his ear, driving into him with a little more force.
"You said that last time-" Dennis's voice went high and strangled as Titus tightened his arm, pressing into the sides of his neck and making Dennis's head swim.
"-I can say it as many damn times as I want to, sweetheart, you're not done until I decide you are." Titus's voice pitched down and growly, hot pants of air curled around the shell of Dennis's ear and sweaty curls, only loosening his arm when he felt Dennis's head bob sightly. His gasp of air was strangled and beautiful to Titus's ears. He felt something wet roll down his arm- he couldn't tell if it was sweat, tears or drool, and honestly he didn't care. He leaned forward, pressing his hips flush to Dennis's ass as he nuzzled his cheek against Dennis's and pressed a firm kiss there.
"My pretty whore- ughn- just one more, you just feel so good." There it was again, that saccharine cooing that made Dennis melt into his hold, that coaxed him into "just one more" and "just the tip" and anything else he relented to him. "Fuck, your hole, just needs to be full, huh? Fuckin' minx."
Dennis whined as he felt the orgasm creeping up to him, tingling through his whole body, breath coming out in soft whines and short whimpers with the rocking of their bodies until he bleated and jolted underneath him. There was nothing left for his body to give, his hips jolting under Titus's and clenching in a way that made Titus moan into his shoulder.
Dennis's body still jumped with his dry orgasm when Titus slid out, propping himself up enough to fumble with the wet cock ring and throw it to the side to clatter somewhere on the floor. He left himself have a moment to admire his work- at his puffy, gaping hole molded to the shape of his cock- before he slid back home in one smooth thrust.
Dennis's wails really picked up as Titus laid back down on him, driving his hips inside with firm, smooth pumps, actual sobs that hiccuped out of him as the stimulation burned down to his clenched fingertips and curled toes. Dennis's body jolted on instinct, trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but Titus just pulled him back and squeezed his arms around him.
"Nuh-uh, not getting away now, not when you teased me all night looking like sin- made you cum so many times you're just a toy now, pretty little doll for me to fuck until I'm done." Titus's hips audibly slapped against Dennis's ass, almost as loud as the hitched sobs and whines Dennis let out at the punishing pace.
"Titustitustitus-" Dennis garbled, more a noise than a name, more a chant, a prayer for mercy Titus didn't want to give. Titus groaned and pressed his forehead to Dennis's shoulder, biting the skin under his shoulder and tasting the salt of his sweat as he clenched harder around with with a yelp.
He pressed his hips into Dennis's body and came, flattening him into the bed as cum finally filled Dennis's stretched hole to the rim. Dennis's chest hitched as he took in panting bursts of breath. They laid there until Titus felt the aftershocks fade, sighing as he pressed a kiss to the bruised bite mark sitting on Dennis's flushed pink shoulder.
