The cell was always too dark at night. It pressed in close, all rusted metal and concrete sweat, thick with the scent of men and things better left unsaid. Eli lay on the narrow cot, one arm thrown over his eyes, the other trailing down his chest, fingertips grazing old scars and fresh bruises.
The cell door clanged once, a sharp final sound, and then came the footsteps. Heavy. Certain. Nolan. Eli knew it without looking. He’d know that stride anywhere. The older man had a way of moving like he owned whatever space he was in, and in here? He did.
“You miss me, sweetheart?” Nolan’s voice was low, a rough scrape in the dark.
Eli didn’t answer. He couldn’t — not with the way his throat tightened, heat blooming low in his gut. He played his part though, shifting on the cot, legs curling defensively, breath stuttering just enough to make it believable.
“Don’t gotta act scared for me, baby,” Nolan murmured as he sat on the edge of the bed, calloused hand sliding over Eli’s thigh, squeezing, claiming. “But I know how it is. Gotta keep up appearances for the boys, right?”
Eli shivered, a helpless sound slipping from his throat.
“Mm, that’s it,” Nolan chuckled darkly. “You’re always so good for me, even when you’re pretending you don’t want it.”
The cot creaked as Nolan’s weight pressed over him, one hand catching Eli’s jaw, forcing his head to the side. Lips brushed against the shell of his ear, teeth nipping.
“Gonna fuck you raw, sweetheart,” Nolan whispered. “Like always. Gotta make it look real, yeah? You cry for me, kick a little. Let ‘em hear it. But we both know you’ll be begging for more before I’m done.”
Eli’s pulse thundered. His body arched before he could stop it. He felt the blunt press of Nolan’s cock, slick with nothing but spit, and he bit his lip to stifle the sound that threatened to break loose.
It hurt, sharp and deep, the way he always made it. A burn, a stretch, a claim. And still — god, still — Eli’s fingers curled in the thin prison sheets, his hips lifting, chasing the next thrust.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” Nolan growled against his neck. “Every damn time.”
The sound of skin on skin filled the tiny space. Eli let the tears fall this time, for show, for himself. It was easier when they blurred his vision, made the world a hot, desperate haze.
He made the sounds Nolan wanted. The protests, the broken moans, the whispered no’s. But deep inside, all he could think was more.
More. And when Nolan came — deep, raw, possessive — Eli shuddered like he hated it. Like he didn’t love the way it felt to be filled like this, owned in every filthy, beautiful way.
Nolan held him close afterward, palm warm against Eli’s stomach, mouth at his ear.
“Good boy,” he murmured, voice softer now. “You’re always my favorite.”
And Eli let himself smile, just a little, in the dark. Nolan’s hand was still heavy on his stomach, the weight of him solid, cock softening inside but refusing to pull out.
Eli’s throat ached from the sounds he’d made, and the taste of it — of him — clung to the back of his mouth.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Then Eli’s voice came, rough and wrecked, barely more than a breath against the dark.
“You gonna just leave it in me all night, old man?”
A low chuckle rumbled against his back.
“You fuck me like that and don’t even clean up after yourself?” Eli went on, a bitter, teasing edge under the words, though his body betrayed him — still arching, still open, still wanting.
He turned his head, catching Nolan’s gaze in the dim light. The bruises beneath his eyes made them look darker, hungrier.
“Bet you’re already getting hard again,” Eli whispered, a crooked smile breaking through. “Ain’t you, boss?”
The hand on his stomach slid lower, slow and possessive.
“You know how this works, sweetheart,” Nolan rasped. “You want my cock, you ask for it.”
Eli’s grin widened, filthy and unrepentant.
Nolan’s hand stayed there, fingers spread wide over Eli’s belly like he owned the damn thing. His cock still buried to the root, a dull, insistent throb neither of them bothered to address just yet.
The cell was thick with heat and sweat, air stale, but neither moved. Eli gave a soft huff of laughter, turning his head so their mouths nearly brushed.
“What’s the matter, boss? Lose your nerve?” he teased, voice shot to hell, raw and sweetly cruel. “Thought you were some big, bad lifer. Didn’t peg you for the cuddlin’ type.”
“Keep runnin’ that smart little mouth, sweetheart, and I’ll fill it ‘til you can’t talk.”
Eli grinned, lazy and dangerous.
The hand on his stomach dipped lower, rough fingers brushing over the slick mess between his thighs, gathering it up and pressing two fingers to Eli’s lips.
Eli obeyed without hesitation, parting his lips to suck them in, tasting himself and Nolan, a mix of salt and sweat and filth. He moaned around them, hips giving a helpless little twitch.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Nolan murmured, pulling his hand free and smearing the wetness across Eli’s jaw before gripping his throat.
For a beat, they just stared at each other — predator and prey, lovers and rivals, both knowing exactly what this was.
“Go ahead,” Eli rasped. “Round two, boss. Show me you mean it.”
Nolan’s grin was sharp as broken glass.
“Ain’t nobody gonna hear you, sweetheart. Scream for me all you want.”
And with that, he shifted his weight, dragging Eli up onto his hands and knees, slick cock slipping free for a second before he shoved right back in, brutal and unrelenting.
Eli bit down on a groan, spine arching like a bow, and managed a grin through the wreckage of it.
“Told you you’d get hard again, old man.”
Nolan barely gave him time to brace before he slammed back in, harder than before, the crude stretch of it making Eli’s arms tremble under him. The cell filled with slick, obscene sounds, and Nolan gripped his hips so tight there’d be bruises come morning. Not that either of them cared.
“That’s it,” Nolan growled, leaning down so his chest pressed to Eli’s sweat-slicked back. “Bet you’d spread those legs for half this block if I let you, huh?”
Eli gasped, a grin breaking through the ragged moan as Nolan rocked deep, dragging against every spot that made his head spin.
“Only got eyes for you, boss.” His voice was wrecked, filthy-sweet. “Your cock’s the only one I pretend to fight.”
Nolan chuckled darkly, teeth grazing the curve of Eli’s ear.
“Bet you’d cry real pretty for the cameras too, little punk. All fake tears and begging, while your greedy hole sucks me in.”
Eli’s breath hitched, his smirk wobbling into something raw, desperate.
“Then do it,” he rasped. “Fuck me like you mean it. Make me scream. Make the whole damn tier hear how good you ruin me.”
It was a challenge, and Nolan always did love a challenge. One hand fisted in Eli’s hair, wrenching his head back, and Nolan buried himself to the hilt, grinding there, savoring the broken sound Eli made.
He set a brutal rhythm, unforgiving, each thrust forcing Eli forward on his palms, their bodies slick and filthy, a perfect mess.
“Good little bitch,” Nolan hissed. “Keep takin’ it. You know you love this. You don’t fool me for a second.”
Eli’s laugh came out on a gasp. “Wasn’t tryin’ to. Been yours since you bent me over that first night.”
The words snapped something in Nolan. His grip tightened, pace stuttering before he slammed back in, angling to drag the sharpest cries from Eli’s throat.
“Yeah,” Nolan grunted. “You’re mine. Always were. Gonna keep you like this ‘til they carry my corpse outta here.”
“Good,” Eli shuddered, grinding back against him. “I fuckin’ better be.”
They didn’t stop until Nolan was spent again, spilling deep inside, Eli’s name a wrecked growl against his skin. Eli came not long after, untouched, grinding down on Nolan’s cock like he couldn’t get enough, head thrown back, lips parted in a perfect, ruined sound.
They stayed like that, breath ragged, bodies trembling, the stink of sex thick in the cell. Finally, Eli gave a crooked grin over his shoulder.
Nolan barked a laugh, pulling out slow just to hear the slick drag of it.
“Give me five minutes, my sweet pet. Don’t go nowhere.”
“Like I got anywhere else to be.”
And in the dark, rank heat of that cell, they both smiled.
The cell was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and spent need. Nolan sprawled against the wall, legs spread, one arm lazily hooked around Eli’s waist, keeping him close like a trophy. Eli lay half across him, face buried against Nolan’s chest, their skin sticking together in the oppressive heat.
Neither of them spoke for a while. Just the steady rise and fall of breath, the muffled sounds of the rest of the block settling down for the night, and the slick warmth of Nolan’s release still dripping between Eli’s thighs.
Nolan smirked, fingers idly tracing lazy circles along the fresh bruises on Eli’s hips.
“You’re a goddamn mess” he muttered, voice thick with satisfaction.
Eli snorted against his chest, the soft huff of air making Nolan’s skin prickle.
“Your mess,” Eli murmured. “Don’t act like you don’t fuckin’ love it.”
Nolan turned his head, pressing a rough kiss to Eli’s temple, lips lingering there. It was soft in the way only something dangerous could be. Like a wolf resting its teeth against the throat of something it had no intention of letting go.
They both stilled when the sound of boots scuffed down the tier. A figure loomed outside the bars — one of the night guards, Stevens. Broad, older, with a face like a busted shoe and a permanent smirk that said he knew every filthy thing that went down on his watch.
He leaned against the bars, arms folded, one brow raised as he took in the sight of Nolan bare-chested, Eli tangled against him, both of them slick and marked up.
“Well, well,” Stevens drawled. “You girls done for the night, or should I tell the block to keep it down for round three?”
Eli didn’t even lift his head. Just raised a lazy middle finger in Stevens’ direction.
“You wish you had someone to fuck you like this, old man.”
Stevens chuckled, shaking his head.
“Ain’t my business what you two sick fucks get up to. Just keep it down, yeah? Some of us are trying to pretend this place still got rules.”
With a final smirk, he walked off, whistling low under his breath. Nolan snorted, tightening his arm around Eli.
“Next time he mouths off, I’ll make him watch.”
Eli laughed, a raw, wrecked sound.
“Bet he’d pay for the privilege.”
They fell quiet again, the edge gone from their voices now, settling into the kind of wordless, possessive peace only found after being thoroughly wrecked by someone you trusted to hurt you just right.
Nolan tilted his head back, eyes closing.
“Mine,” he muttered, more to himself than anyone.
And Eli, with a crooked, satisfied grin, whispered back, “Always.”
The cell was too quiet now, the kind of thick, heavy silence that settled after bodies had been thoroughly used. The air still tasted like salt and sweat. Eli was half-asleep on Nolan’s chest, legs tangled with his, dried marks of spit and come cooling on their skin.
The cell block’s evening noises rolled on in the background — a cough, a shout, the clatter of a tin cup against bars. Neither of them moved. Then came the steady tread of boots.
The same low, smug voice as before cut through the stillness. “Ain’t you two just the picture of fuckin’ romance.”
Stevens stood at the bars again, leaning in like a man peering into a favorite exhibit. He wore a crooked grin, eyes raking over the mess of them — Nolan’s bite marks on Eli’s throat, Eli’s glassy-eyed exhaustion, the unmistakable evidence of what had gone down smeared across the cell floor.
Nolan didn’t even bother to look up. Just flicked his fingers in a dismissive gesture.
“Didn’t hear you knock, asshole.”
“Didn’t need to. I already knew what I’d find.” Stevens smirked wider, hooking a thumb at the tier behind him. “Whole fuckin’ block takes bets on how long you’ll let him catch his breath before you’re at it again.”
Eli groaned, lifting his head just enough to squint at the guard.
“Tell ‘em I’m good for one more. Just gimme a minute.”
That earned a short bark of laughter from Stevens.
“Jesus. You’re a goddamn menace, kid.”
He knocked a knuckle against the bars as he started to move off.
“Clean yourselves up before morning count. Or don’t. Hell, half these guys probably jack off to the sound of you screaming his name anyway.”
Nolan finally cracked an eye open, catching Stevens’ look and smirking darkly.
“Next time, bring popcorn. I’ll give you a show worth the watch.”
Stevens snorted and kept walking, his chuckle trailing behind him. The moment he was gone, Eli let out a low, wrecked laugh, burying his face back against Nolan’s chest.
“Told you this place was full of perverts.”
“Yeah,” Nolan rumbled, arm curling tighter around him. “Lucky for you, I’m the worst one.”
“Lucky for me,” Eli echoed with a grin.
They stayed like that — tangled, filthy, and far too content for two men rotting in a prison cell — as the lights dimmed and the rest of the block drifted toward uneasy sleep.
Eli was half-dozing again when Nolan shifted under him, the heavy weight of an arm dragging down his lower back. That unmistakable spark of trouble settled in the air before either of them spoke.
“You still alive, sweetheart?” Nolan’s voice was low, rough like gravel, lips brushing the shell of Eli’s ear.
Eli hummed, a lazy, wrecked sound.
“Barely. Why? You thinking what I think you’re thinking?”
And then Nolan was rolling them both, pinning Eli flat to the mattress, his bigger frame caging him in like a goddamn animal scenting blood. Eli grinned through the soreness, lifting his hips just enough to feel Nolan’s cock, already hard again, pressing insistently between his thighs.
“Jesus, old man. I’m gonna be walking sideways for a week.”
“Good. I want every sorry fuck in this place to know exactly who wrecked you.”
He didn’t ask permission this time, not that Eli would’ve wanted him to. Spit was the only mercy given before Nolan was buried inside him again, deeper, rougher, fucking mean with it. And Eli took it the way he always did — hands clutching at Nolan’s shoulders, teeth sunk into his own lip to bite back the moan.
“Gonna make you scream again, pretty boy,”
Nolan growled, sweat slicking their skin. And he did. The third round blurred into a fourth, the night stretching long and lawless between them. At some point Eli gave up pretending to protest, not even for the block’s benefit.
He begged for it now, outright, voice hoarse and needy, calling Nolan every filthy name he could think of just to get another brutal thrust in return.
They didn’t stop until both of them were spent, trembling, their bodies nothing but bruises and come and spit-soaked skin.
When it was over — when Nolan finally collapsed beside him, both of them gasping for breath like they’d run a goddamn marathon — Eli turned his head with a grin.
Nolan cracked a crooked smile.
“You’re fucking insatiable, you know that?”
“And you’re fucking mine.”
They didn’t need to say more. As the cell block’s lights dimmed for good, Nolan dragged Eli back against him, an arm tight around his waist like a lock.
Eli sighed, content and destroyed, head tucked beneath Nolan’s chin. And just before sleep took them, a low voice from a nearby cell muttered:
“Some of us are trying to sleep, you filthy bastards.”
Neither of them bothered to reply. The lights flickered, casting the cold prison shadows that crept into every corner of their small, confined world.
Eli’s body was sore, his muscles aching from the relentless pounding, but his desire for Nolan was still there — like an itch that couldn’t be scratched. It wasn’t enough to just be taken once, twice… hell, it wasn’t even enough to be taken four times.
“You ready for round five, sweetheart?” Nolan’s voice broke the stillness, the rough edge of it sending a jolt straight to Eli’s core.
Eli smirked, rolling over on the cot and pressing his lips against Nolan’s chest, tasting the salt of his sweat.
“What do you think? I’m still fucking wrecked, but you wanna keep going? We got all night…”
A low chuckle rumbled in Nolan’s throat.
“You think I’m gonna let you off the hook after all that? I’ve barely started.”
Without waiting for Eli to respond, Nolan flipped him back onto his stomach, dragging him roughly to his knees.
Eli’s hands gripped the edge of the cot, bracing himself for the inevitable, for the familiar burn of Nolan stretching him wide again.
This time, it was slow — torturously slow — as Nolan worked his cock in with deliberate force, each inch of him sliding deeper, stretching Eli’s walls until his breath caught.
“You’re so fucking tight for me, Eli. Always so fucking tight, like you were made to take me.”
Eli grunted, his body trembling as Nolan pushed deeper, thrusting once, twice, pulling out only to slam back in harder. His chest burned, his limbs sore, but the rhythm was maddening.
It was almost too much, yet Eli couldn’t pull away, couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. His body betrayed him in the best way possible.
Nolan’s breath was heavy against his ear, lips brushing the side of his neck, teeth grazing his skin in sharp, possessive nips.
“You’re mine, Eli. Every fucking inch of you is mine. Don’t you forget it.”
The slapping of skin against skin echoed through the small cell, each thrust punctuated by the wet, slick sounds of their bodies colliding.
Eli moaned, pushing back against Nolan with every thrust, his own cock rubbing painfully against the sheets as the force of Nolan’s movements made his own body ache with need.
By the time Nolan’s hand snaked down to grab his hip, pulling him in harder, Eli was close — dangerously close to the edge.
“Fuck, Nolan. Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”
But Nolan didn’t stop. Instead, he grabbed Eli’s jaw roughly, forcing him to turn and face him, his eyes dark with hunger.
“You want me to stop, Eli? You want me to pull out and leave you begging? Or do you want me to give you everything?”
Eli whimpered, shaking his head. He didn’t want to pretend anymore. He wanted Nolan to take him — completely, utterly, without restraint. And Nolan did. He slammed into Eli harder, faster, his cock driving so deep that Eli was gasping, helpless, lost in the pleasure and pain.
As Nolan reached down, grabbing Eli’s cock and jerking him off in time with his thrusts, Eli cried out, the pressure building in his core until it was almost unbearable. His body tensed, and before he could warn Nolan, he was cumming all over the cot, his hot, sticky release splattering between them.
Nolan’s thrusts didn’t slow — if anything, they picked up pace as he chased his own release, the rough rhythm pushing Eli further into the madness. With one final, deep thrust, Nolan came inside him, hot and thick, filling Eli completely.
They both collapsed into a heap, gasping for air, bodies slick with sweat and come. For a moment, there was silence, the only sound the soft breathing of two men trying to recover from the intensity of what they had just shared.
But it was far from over. As the night wore on and the cell block quieted down, Nolan shifted again, turning Eli over in his arms.
“One more round, Eli. I want you to take me all over again.”
Eli groaned, but there was no fighting the need that bubbled inside him. He nodded.
“I’ll take whatever you give me, Nolan. Whatever the hell you want.”
Nolan’s eyes sparkled with dark amusement as he positioned Eli on his hands and knees once more. The scent of sex and sweat still hung heavy in the air, but now there was a new sense of urgency. The promise of one final release, a chaotic end to the night.
As round six was starting Eli could feel every inch of Nolan as he slid in, his body reacting like it knew what was coming. Nolan’s hand gripped the back of his neck as he drove into him, harder this time, no teasing, just pure, raw power.
Each thrust was faster, deeper. Eli couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t keep his thoughts straight. Nolan’s cock slid effortlessly inside him, the wet sounds of their bodies colliding the only thing that filled the room.
“So fucking good, Eli. You take me like no one else. Every fucking time,” Nolan growled through gritted teeth, his voice a low rasp.
Eli’s fingers clawed at the cot, his body arching as Nolan slammed into him harder, the rough rhythm knocking the breath from his lungs. His own cock, still sensitive from the previous rounds, hardened again, aching for release.
“Please, Nolan… make me cum again. I can’t… fuck, I can’t take it anymore.”
Nolan responded by giving him exactly what he wanted, not stopping for a second, just driving into him with relentless force until Eli was cumming again, his whole body shaking, his vision going white.
And Nolan wasn’t far behind. One final, brutal thrust and he was spilling inside him once more, filling Eli completely, his hot seed dripping down between them.
As the two of them collapsed onto the cot, breathless and spent, the faint sound of a guard’s voice echoed in the hallway outside.
“You two done yet? Jesus, it’s like a fucking circus in there.”
A low chuckle from Nolan, his arm wrapping around Eli possessively.
“You’d think they’d get used to it by now.”
Eli, too exhausted to speak, just let out a tired laugh, sinking deeper into Nolan’s chest as the last remnants of exhaustion settled over them.
Another round of prison life. Another night where Nolan’s claim on him was deeper than ever.
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