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Benson couldn’t help himself but to dig his nails deeper into Randy’s hips, relishing in the mewl that comes from his lips. He scrapes them down, leaving slightly welted red marks down his thighs, joining in on the dark hickeys that covered the boys’ thigh. He’d always loved seeing him marked up, loving the process of it even more. The noises that Randy made had a hold on him, his source of encouragement throughout the entire sessions they had.

Benson rests his chin on Randy’s thigh, gripping his other thigh and pressing down hard on an especially dark bruise. He sees Randy almost sob, his legs shaking at the pain that ran through his body. It was one of his favorite things he’d ever done; throughout the few months they’d known each other, Benson was able to break him down in a way. Randy was already a pushover; however, with Benson….he finally began to enjoy it. And fuck, the boy did.

He’d tried to hide it at first, tried to hide the little noises he made and the twitches when Benson would bite just a bit too hard, smack him a bit harder than usual, but it backfired on him. It just encouraged Benson more, going harder and harder until he couldn’t hold back anything.

It was the most satisfying things to Benson; to watch how Randy broke down under him, just a small twitch of the fingers making him alert, sensitive. That was something else that Benson couldn’t get over, how sensitive Randy was. Due to their talk in the car, he knew that Randy was a virgin. Knew that he hadn’t changed that since they’d left, ran off and left the cops behind. Benson wouldn’t let it change unless he chose it. Was it controlling? Yeah. But he really didn’t give a shit about it.

He’d always hated how others had seemed so possessive over others, the phrase, ‘don’t even look at him!’, annoying the shit out of him. But as Randy entered his life, it all suddenly clicked. He was this….boy, this creature that could just be so easily told what to do. He could be manhandled so, so easily, and fuck, if he wasn’t pretty during the process.

Of course, he’d done nothing to change the virgin subject. Why would he? Of course, he wanted to see Randy, to see his little pet shake beneath him and be the first one to ever make him shake like that….but fuck, it was just so much fun watching him shake as he’s denied everything he wanted in that moment, watching him try not to thrash around. He didn’t even let Randy do anything to himself, his body almost as if it was his property, like it was made for him. And by the look of all the pretty bruises, the pretty hickeys, and that goddamn pathetic needy look in Randy’s eyes….

“You’re mine.” Benson mumbles, giving a soft kiss to Randy’s hip and pulling back. The corner of his lips curl up slightly, watching as Randy bucks his hips out of routine. Instead of bending down, trying to take care of him, he instead grabs Randy’s face, forcing him to look up at him with those teary and desperate eyes.

“Say it.” Benson hisses, tugging his head back but his hair. A shiver gets sent down Randy’s spine at the tug, his eyes rolling back slightly.