Vecchia Fiamma (ll)
Alexander’s first night with Miles.
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Alex's hands were clenched into fists, his palms sweaty and although Miles stood against the opposite wall in the elevator, he felt himself practically gravitating towards him, could still feel the touch of his hands, his skin tingling where Miles' lips had been, leaving his head in a blur he now knew better than to blame on the bitterness of the whisky.
Despite the nerve, despite the strange and unfamiliar approach that Alex would have discarded within seconds on any other occasion, with any other person, he couldn't help but admire Miles' fearlessness, the unapologetic confidence, how harmless and yet breathtakingly intimidating he was. There was something he hadn't quite felt before, or at least not allowed himself to explore and he didn't know what it was that drew him to it now, unsure what Miles offered that had sparked him to investigate further what he'd hidden well until then, even from himself.
His laughter made certain things seem significantly less important, his remarks about how important he felt when leaving Jamie by the front door and taking Matthew up in the lift with them endearing and when the doors slid open with a metallic echo, his large hand sprawled out on Alex's back as he pushed himself off the wall and led him down the corridor left him in deep conflict of the nature of his decision.
A small cackle fell from Miles' lips as he watched Alexander closely, took in his every movement, his gaze remaining on him from the corner of his eye as he moved to unlock the door, his other hand still on Alex's lower back, then pressing against it lightly to lead him into the apartment, unable to believe himself that he had made it this far, unsurprised by his triumph, though proud of the extent of it.
Despite his security in the building, ready to follow his every command, he felt his heart beat grow heavier when Miles closed the door behind him and he found himself stood in a spacious apartment, met with the entirety of it all at once due to the lack of a hallway, the living room, the kitchen a bar counter, a large table in the middle of it all, animal prints and loud patterns, countless colours spread all across the interior of the place and he didn't know where to look first, though the movement behind him almost made him jump and his subconscious made the decision for him, his entire attention shifting instantly back to Miles.
“D'ya want a drink, Al?” he drawled, instantly able to see the way Alexander's body relaxed when he drew his hand from him and strode towards the bar, throwing his jacket over the back of one of the stools. “You're a whiskeh man, eh?” he continued without waiting for the other man's response, reaching up onto a shelf and balancing two sparkly glasses to place them on the marble counter, then popping open the bottle to start pouring their drinks. “Got sum Johnnie Walker 'ere for ya. 's not quite as fanceh as tha' good stuff at ya club, but...”
Alex caught his hand reaching out for the glass before he could properly process his brain's command to do so as Miles crossed the room to come back to him, the glass cold in his palm that had become clammier than he would've cared to admit, though he could barely lift the glass to his lips before Miles' stopped him, a raise of his eyebrow and he rang their glasses together. “Teh a fookin' bangin' night, eh?” he cackled, wiggling his eyebrows.
Alex swallowed, thankful for the way the whisky burned in his throat to distract momentarily from how dry his mouth felt. He could still feel where Miles' hand had been on his back mere moments ago, though certainly was not going to ask for further contact, did not see himself demanding anything due to the unpredictability of Miles' reaction he would undoubtedly be met with, would be caught off guard by.
Miles finished his drink with one quick backwards tilt of his head, the glass quickly discarded and he watched the slow motion of Alex's adam's apple bobbing in his throat, the skin stretching delicately as he swallowed the liquor, noticed the tight grip he maintained on the glass and without second thought gave in to the ache in his hand and reached out to brush his knuckles lightly over the side of Alex's neck, humming as he watched the flicker in his eyes, fearful, then confident within a split second as he leaned almost automatically into his touch and he turned his hand to cup his neck into his palm, his long fingers stroking at the back of Alex's neck, the cool metal of his rings a contrast to the heat of his skin.
“So...” Miles licked his lips, drawing the glass from Alex's hand and brushing his fingers shamelessly over his, then nodding towards his large bed, pink silk sheets and shiny bright blue pillows arranged against the headboard. “Why dun't ya get on the bed for meh, bello?”
A shudder, a shot of electricity went up Alex's arm as he felt the warmth of Miles' fingers against his, but his words chilled him in a way that was unexpected even to him, though he'd said he wouldn't commit to anything, he felt strangely certain about Miles' intentions, had followed his lead purely because of the promising awareness his every movement, his every word carried and yet, as imagination, suggestion turned into reality, the realisation of what lay ahead if he allowed it sank in, it seemed almost too tangible.
Miles watched the hesitation of Alex's body language as he put the glass down for him. He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow. “D'ya not want meh, Al?” he rasped, licking his lips.
Alex swallowed again, his bottom lip pushing out slightly with natural resistance. “Yeh mean … uh...” He cleared his throat, disturbed by his own uncertainty, what it'd reduced him to. “Does tha' mean yeh're gunna beh in charge?” he asked, trying to sound sceptical rather than unsettled.
Miles chuckled. “Would you rather beh in charge, bello?” Miles hummed.
The response came quick, automated, Alex's voice harder than before, his jaw tensing. “I'm alwehs in charge,” he declared.
“Mmm...” Miles nodded slowly. “Tha' wha' ya want now, Al?” he asked, moving closer to him, his fingers despite Alex's resistance still caressing the short hair at his neck, trying to figure him out, what was going through his mind.
The boldness of the question, the blunt suggestion had Alex's hand shaking, the lack of control feeding off the experience he wished he had, the experience he needed to display the confidence he never failed to muster. “I … uh … I've never...”
Miles pursed his lips, his eyes widening despite his best efforts to conceal his surprise, though he knew he should have known better and he was unable to keep a small smile from playing around his lips. “No one ever fucked ya before?” he asked shamelessly, his gaze expectant to now draw a much stronger reaction. He wanted to explore, wanted to venture further to see just how far he could push it. “Or touched ya the way I'm gunna?” he added.
Alex's lip was quivering, his nerves on the very edge of self-control. His head was spinning in a way he had long given up blaming on the booze, he craved a cigarette and it reminded him of the smoke he'd tasted on Miles' lips, the sharp taste of liquor on his tongue and he knew his own urge to take control, the frustration that he couldn't were threatening to trigger his flight, but before he could fall any deeper into exploring the possibility, Miles' fingers took hold of the back of his neck, half a step and he was right there, his lips pressed to Alex's once again, forcing them apart and drawing a moan from him that he would have deemed weak hearing it from anybody else.
Miles' hand wandered from Alex's hip to cup the curve of his ass, squeezing as he drew him in further, made sure to hold him right where he had him, could taste the alcohol as well as the cigarette smoke in the kiss, a guttural moan escaping him when Alex's instinct took over yet again, his hand clutching Miles' shirt impulsively to draw him in closer, to somehow get more of him when the sole promise of his lips already had his mind reeling. He just needed him to know.
To his disappointment, he drew back too soon, though only to start kissing Alex's jaw, eager for the sound Alex had made with the sensitive skin behind his ear being teased and he attached his lips to the sweet spot he'd found, groaning at Alexander's shaky whimper and Alex almost missed Miles' hand on his ass, though his attention was instantly drawn to where it moved next, with quick movements starting to unbutton the remaining buttons of his shirt, kissing every inch of newly exposed skin, pausing to suck, sinking his teeth in, but never for long enough to mark Alex's skin, then enjoyed the way Alex's breath hitched in his throat as he slowly lowered himself to his knees.
Alex cleared his throat as he looked down at him, his posture tensing further as the man in front of him started unbuckling his belt for him. “I … uh...”
“Joost wanna relax ya...” Miles drawled, licking his lips as he pulled down the zipper of the tight suit trousers slowly, had been able to see the clear outline of his length, unsurprised when he freed him from the restrictive material of his trousers and wrapped his long fingers around him, starting slowly to stroke his shaft, immensely pleased when the expression on Alexander's sharp features shifted from surprise, shock, to insuppressible pleasure. “'ow about I suck ya off 'n show ya exactleh 'ow I like it?” Miles hummed, looking up at him.
The sparkle he could see in the eager brown eyes unsettled him as much as it excited him and the hope of dominance that was Alex's for the taking was short-lived, his hand clutching into a fist, his breath shaky, chest rising and falling beyond his control and he could hardly speak, his face flushed.
“'n then ya can return the favour, eh, sweet'eart?” he drawled with a breathy chuckle, though the look on Alexander's face was more than enough for him for a response. He parted his lips and shamelessly held his gaze as he allowed his cock to sink into his mouth, his lips tight around him.
“Fookin-...” Alex groaned, his balance faltering, hips shaking and his hand moving to the back of Miles' head instinctively, tugging on his hair.
“Yees, bello,” Miles groaned as he drew back, his hand going back to stroking Alex's length, the sloppy movements drawing more moans from Alex, leaving Miles appreciative of the way he was finally letting go, finally acting on his impulse, his urge without overthinking and he was determined to keep it that way.
Without further warning, he felt Miles take him back into his mouth, the heat of his tongue swirling around his shaft, the way his hand reassumed its tight grip on Alex's ass to draw him in closer, the sloppy groans with his mouth full, he could hardly contain himself, throwing his head back as he pulled on Miles' short hair for leverage, for something other than the pleasure tingling in his body.
He ached to arch his hips forward, to draw Miles in to stay where he was, to keep his cock buried in the back of his throat, but his fingers were shaking, the movements of his hips irregular and his every hope of alternation, of Miles' tongue flicking around him, of the friction of his lips tightening around Alex's length, of the way he inched forward to take all of him – it had him losing control in a way he'd never in this position felt before, the dominance no one that had been on their knees in front of Alex had ever taken from him completely taken from him now and he found himself relaxing into the sensation, a desperate whines falling from his lips inexcusable when the tip of his cock hit the back of Miles' throat and he swallowed around him, once, twice, three times without the hint of a struggle before he drew back for air, though quickly took him back into his mouth, picking up a sloppy pace, faster and with his lips locked tighter around Alex's cock.
Miles could sense by the erratic movements of Alex's hips, the way his fingers were wound tightly in his hair without any sense of purpose other than holding on, that he was close, getting closer by the second and as much as he wanted to feel him pulse on his tongue, taste him, he had other plans, he was eager to see how far he could push him, how much he would allow so he drew back slowly, chuckling at the way his posture straightened instantly, his eyes falling open, the look in them eager, hopeful, lost.
“Easeh, darlin',” Miles cackled, giving Alex's cock another few teasing pumps before rising to his feet, silencing any possible protest from Alex's lips with a deep kiss, his fingers winding around Alex's chain to draw him in further as he kissed him eagerly.
Alex felt like he could hardly breathe, though needed more desperately now, the kiss not nearly as satisfying and once again, he was deprived of more far too quickly, Miles flashing him a grin when he drew back.
“C'mon, luv, get on ya knees for meh,” he hummed, stroking his fingers through Alex's hair affectionately.
He swallowed, not feeling entirely steady on his legs as Miles slowly stepped back from him and he instantly missed his touch, following as if he was drawn to him like a magnet, shrugging out of his jacket and placing it down on the bed before sinking to his knees without further thought, hanging on to the other man's every word, his every movement, shift in his gaze.
Miles hummed, his fingers instantly brushing Alex's hair back again, smirking at the way he instantly leaned into his touch. “Are ya usualleh this obedient?” he chuckled. “Or are ya givin' meh special treatment?”
Alex swallowed, his natural instinct he'd completely discarded ever since his arrival in a strange man's flat, the urge to defy anything that wasn't entirely under his control, it went up in smoke again when Miles' fingers stroked gently over his jaw and he raised an eyebrow expectantly, making Alex want to prove there was nothing he couldn't do rather than admit that he wouldn't because he couldn't, as it was evident. He refused to let Miles see him that way, to allow himself to perceive his own weaknesses.
Miles nodded slowly, understandingly. “Never 'ad a cock in ya mouf, I'm guessin'?”
Alex didn't bother with a response, instead was determined to not let the frustration at himself get the best of him, to complicate his actions and he reached forward, unbuckling Miles' belt, satisfied when Miles' eyes widened in surprise and he watched him, aware of his gaze on him, his face was flushed yet again and he quickly focused his own gaze on the task at hand, undoing the button and the zipper of the tight suit trousers, though as he was fully realising what he was doing, who he was, where he was, he suddenly didn't feel so sure, his fingers' movement slowing.
Miles raised an eyebrow. “C'mon, Al...”
His voice snapping him out of it, reminding him, it was all he needed and he took a breath, now eager and drawing the zipper all the way down, knew he shouldn't have been surprised by the lack of underwear and just as he reached to take a hold of him, determined to do a job just as good as Miles had, better even, he knew there was no one else there, it was just him and Miles, he'd allowed things to carry out this far and he was far from letting his own frustration ruin what he wanted now, starting to stroke Miles' hard length slowly, the feeling less unfamiliar than he would have expected and adjusting his angle, he continued, felt him pulsing in his palm and as he heard a groan, he allowed himself to look up at Miles, his heart skipping a beat when their eyes met, the eagerness, the lust in the gaze of the man that stood above him exhilarating.
“Keep goin',” Miles rasped, as surprised as he was content with Alex's compliance.
Alex licked his lips, sitting up straight and tilting his forward and as soon as he'd parted his lips and looked back up at Miles, he'd pushed his hips forward and he could taste the hint of saltiness on his tongue he knew he should have expected and before he knew it, Miles' cock was pushing his lips further apart, groaning above him at the friction.
Alex snapped himself out of it yet again, knew just how he'd taken care of him mere minutes prior, knew what he liked himself and what would achieve the same effect if he did it, he knew it was a question of effort, of applying what he knew he enjoyed and he shifted to adjust his sitting position, pressing his tongue to the underside of Miles' cock as he slowly started working himself in and out of Alex's mouth.
“Ya mouf is fookin' perfect, Al,” Miles groaned shakily, his fingers gripping on tighter to Alex's hair as he moved him slowly as he pleased while allowing him the necessary room to move at the same time, seeking to urge, yet not overwhelm him. “You're a bloodeh natural...”
The sight of Alexander Turner on his knees in front of him carried enough weight to turn him on beyond what he'd expected, but the fact that despite his lack of control he was so willing, so eager, acting completely on his own impulse as well as the desire to please him, it had his mind reeling, had him fighting to hold on, to push him further to his limit without taking too much, without going too fast, but Miles himself was so close to losing the control he'd maintained all this time over himself and surprisingly, over Alexander as well.
Alex was sucking more eagerly now, the loud groans above him fuelling, encouraging, his fingers clutching to Miles' thighs to keep his hips from pushing too far into him, despite his eagerness afraid of what would happen if Miles' took complete control of him and just as he closed his eyes, swirled his tongue around him and tightened his lips around his shaft, Miles' grip tightened on the back of his head and he pushed his cock all the way into his mouth, groaning at the friction of Alex's tongue, his lips, and the way his tip hit the back of Alex's throat, instantly making him struggle and his throat tighten around him as he held him there.
He pulled on Alex's hair, one second, two and he allowed him to breathe, groaning loudly, ready for the shift, the wild gaze in Alex's eyes promising the fire he knew he had to expect from Alexander Turner, but instead, he inched right back forward, taking hold of the base of his cock and guided him back into mouth, this time taking him all the way and into the back of his throat all by himself before Miles could grip his hair again, swallowing, and threatening to push him over the edge so Miles had to take a firm hold of his hair and pull him back, excited by the pleasure that had almost spilled over as well as the sharp gasp that fell from Alex's lips and the way his eyes almost rolled back at the rough tug on his hair.
“I want ya on me bed now, Al,” he groaned, gesturing for him to rise to his feet, the command urgent, this time not to be left hung in the air to discard for another moment.
Alex swallowed, his hand coming down almost automatically on Miles' shoulder as he started pushing Alex's trousers down as soon as he stood, stepping to the side and waiting expectantly for him to step out of them before he came up behind him, one hand on Alex's hip and holding him to stand steady as he discarded his trousers, his other hand slowly wandering up his chest, sprawled out and urging Alex forward before he could question his own movements or escape somehow, his arm then locking around him, allowing him to feel the taunt muscles in his arm, giving him no other choice but to lean forward over the bed, making Miles appreciatively at the view it offered of Alexander's ass.
“Al, ya realleh do 'ave the most perfect bum,” he chuckled, one hand already landing on the curve of Alex's ass again, squeezing, the other now that he had him where he wanted descending down the other man's back and pressing down to bend him further over the bed, his rings cold against Alex's warm skin.
Alex knew he should have been more resistent allowing Miles to push him down so quickly, but the fact that he could no longer watch him, see the way he reacted in a way so uncontrollable, so unpredictable, it eased him, though only until he felt Miles' fingers starting slowly to push between his ass cheeks, making him gasp.
Miles felt the instant tension that shot through Alex's body, one of his hands stroking up his back slowly. “'ey, 's alreyht,” he assured him. “Joost 'ave teh make sure you're readeh for me cock before I give it teh ya...”
Though he hadn't spoken much, and Alex knew he spoke way more when trying to put someone in their place, to submit to him, to intimidate them, the few words falling from Miles' lips, the rasp of them, the promises, they rendered him speechless and unsure of what to do, leaving him with no way he could possibly respond and though he knew exactly why he'd been reduced to the position he now found himself in, the realisation still hit him more than it had before, and all at once, when he felt Miles' fingertips trying to push inside him.
“Gunna make ya mine for the night, Al, joost relax...” Miles hummed, his fingers teasing, a smile playing around his lips when he felt Alex pushing back towards him. “Dun't move.”
With those words, his touch was gone and though he didn't like to admit it even to himself, he yet again already missed the touch, the attention, watching as Miles strode around the bed and grabbed a transparent bottle from the nightstand before reassuming his original position, the quick snap of a lid and a squirting sound and the air filled with the rich scent of lime and verbena, then Miles' fingers were right where they had been, cool, slick, his thumb working to make room for his fingers and Alex lurched forward at the sudden intrusion, the unfamiliar feeling, a loud gasp falling from his lips and before he could move away, Miles' hand was on his hip, holding him right where he was.
“Stay reyht 'ere,” he drawled, wiggling his fingers slightly, adjusting the angle, immensely pleased with the way Alex's body shook, adjusting to his touch. “Nobodeh ever put their fingers inside ya before, eh?” He hummed. “Yeh're so well-be'aved, Al...”
Before Alex could even attempt a response, Miles' grip on his hips tightened yet again, his nails digging into Alex's skin and his fingers sank all the way inside him, coaxing a desperate moan from him that left him breathless. “F-Fook...”
“Thaa's rehyt,” Miles hummed. “Good boy … does tha' feel good?”
Despite his desperation, the instant need he felt for more in a way he himself deemed pathetic, Alex couldn't deny how good the snug fit of Miles' fingers felt inside him, how badly he craved everything he had to give.
“Ya said ya liked games, Al...” Miles said slowly as he started working his fingers in and out to relax him further, to stretch him, to prepare him for what he'd been dying for since he'd seen the other man at the bar. It seemed like an eternity ago.
Alex breathed out shakily, his hands clenched into fists. “W-What game are weh playin' preciseleh?” he choked out, the nonchalant way Miles spoke as he gradually increased the pace of his fingers agonizing, taunting him.
“'s easeh realleh,” he chuckled. “Ya tell meh wha' ya want 'n I'll give it t'ya...”
Alex allowed himself another sharp exhale in a desperate attempt to swallow his pride, there was nothing he wanted more than for Miles to keep going, the thought of anything else making his heart sink. “J-Joost need more...” he breathed, his teeth gritted at the worlds just escaping him without further thought. “Please...”
Miles chuckled. “Mmm, I kno', darlin' … fank ya for askin' so niceleh...” he smirked, curving his fingers slightly, his fingertips reaching deeper inside him and he cackled as he achieved the anticipated reaction, a low groan, shaky and desperate falling from Alex's lips, his hips bucking back into him at the sensation.
Alex's eyes fell shut, the pleasure shooting through his body like electricity, making him shudder momentarily. “F-Fookin'ell,” he gasped, his voice trailing off into a low moan as Miles repeated the motion of his fingers, leaving him panting, his arms threatening to give in as he held himself up on the bed. “Do tha' again...”
Miles cackled. “Gunna do mooch more than tha'...” he said, withdrawing one of his hands and starting to stroke himself slowly, another squirt from the bottle of lube and the scented liquid was mixing with Alex's saliva on his cock as it pulsed in his hand, and he refused to wait any longer, could feel Alex tensing, heard another soft gasp when he retreated his fingers.
Alex turned to look at him over his shoulder, the heat increasing in his cheeks when they locked eyes and the smirk on Miles' face, the wild excitement, the fire in his eyes, it made his stomach churn.
"'m 'ere...” Miles hummed, stepping up to him again and almost violently peeling Alex's shirt down his arms, almost causing him to jump when he pushed the tip of his cock between his cheeks, trying to hold them apart. “Joost gunna fill ya up now, alrehyt?"
“Miles, I-I...” Alex tensed, biting his lip.
“Dun't worreh,” he said. “'m gunna beh gentle wif ya...” he assured him. “Gunna go slow, eh? I'm gunna give ya exactleh wha' ya need, Al...” He gave a slight push forward with his hips, grinning at Alex's gasp, surprised when his hand reached back to wrap around his wrist where his hand sat on Alex's hip.
He didn't wait, didn't ask, didn't take any more time, merely pressed his thumb to the inside of Alex's cheek, then gave a firm push of his hips to bury himself deep inside him, the resistance, the tightness allowing a delicious friction that had him groaning loudly. “Oh, foooook, Al...”
Alex's fingers clutched to the sheets at the sudden sensation, had thought he knew what to expect, but the thick feeling, the tightness, the pulsing sensation right where he'd needed most, it made his whole body shake, had him losing complete control over his own movements and rendered him powerless. “Oooooh...” he moaned lowly, his knuckles turning white with his grip on the sheets.
Miles licked his lips, smoothing his hand down Alex's back. “Such a good boy...” he praised him, drawing his hips back slightly and dragging his cock along Alex's tightening walls, the friction irresistible as he contracted around him. “So fookin' tight, fook...”
“M-Mi-...” Alex gasped, his fingers tightening around Miles' wrist, though a firm push of Miles' hips back into him cut him off, had him trying to pull away from him almost instantly at the intensity, the instinctive reaction displeasing enough for Miles to shake off his wrist and reach to cup Alex's throat, his other hand sprawled out at his abdomen to press down and pull Alex up from where he was bent over and flush against him, on his knees and gasping with wide eyes as he caught sight of the mirror straight ahead behind the headboard, his face instantly bright red as he locked eyes with himself in the reflective image.
With his chest pressed to Alex's back, he could feel the strong heartbeat, almost in sync with his own, thudding rapidly and he stroked his fingers over Alex's throat, a push of his hips while holding Alex in place drawing another weak moan from him.
Alex tried to push back, squeezing his eyes shut as he allowed the pleasure to overwhelm him, shivers running down his spine, the bliss threatening to spill over as he got more and more, craved more and more.
“Arch ya back for meh,” Miles groaned, trying to move his body to curve back into him, though could hardly keep up with the desperate need he could sense in Alex. “Slow,” he snapped quickly as he felt the way he shook increasing, whimpering needily. “Slow, slow, Alexander, oh, you're eager now, shh...”
Alex whined as Miles guided his head down on his shoulder, his hand on his abdomen traveling lower and wrapping around his cock, slowly starting to stroke him as he started moving his hips to push in and out of him, each time the friction overwhelmed him, he relaxed further, bracing himself for the pleasure Miles offered each time their bodies collided and he reached deep inside him, hit the spot that made him see stars and though he was trying desperately to hide how badly he needed more, he was certain Miles knew he would have done anything for him in that moment.
“I've got ya,” Miles drawled, angling his head upwards and with his thumb pressing down lightly on the soft skin above his adam's apple, humming appreciatively when his eyes snapped open and he instantly increased the pace of his hips, eager to watch the pleasure flicker across Alexander's face. “Sooch a pretteh boy...”
Alex swallowed hard, his hand once again wrapping around Miles' wrist as he tried fearlessly to maintain the eye contact now, refusing to cave.
“Ya kno' 'ow pretteh ya are, dun't ya, Al?” He chuckled at the increase in colour in the other man's cheeks. “Yeh, you're a fookin' stunner, darlin'...” He drew his hips back, only to force his cock right back into him, holding on tighter as Alex shook in his arms, his moans increasing in frequency, like music to Miles' ears and he felt himself growing closer, could feel Alex's cock pulsing in his hand and knew he wouldn't be far behind, and he was ready to give him everything, his voice husky, breathy when he spoke. “'old on teh meh.”
Before he could question the command, could even consciously decide to follow it, his hand tightened automatically around Miles' wrist, the other reaching back to hold on to his upper arm where he could reach, simply in reaction the way Miles effortlessly picked up the pace, the friction of his cock dragging along Alex's walls, the blissful, ecstatic sensation that cursed through him each time he filled him all the way, the relentless tugs on his cock, it was enough to leave him gasping, whimpering, fuelled the lack of control he had over his own body.
“D'ya like me cock?” Miles groaned breathlessly, his lips so close to Alex's ear that he could feel his teeth dragging against his skin, his rings pressing against his throat as he tightened his grip.
“Y-Yes, I'm so fookin' close, Mi-...”
“Beg, bello...”
Alex gasped. “I-I...”
“Beg meh like a good little boy, Al...”
“I need yeh,” Alex whined, allowing himself to submit fully, to fall back into Miles' arms, to give up on even the last inch of control, and Miles instantly fucked him faster, groaning needily into his ear, his fingers caressing his jaw and just as Alex's lips parted with another moan as Miles filled him, he pushed his fingers into his mouth, almost losing control of himself when Alex's sucked on his fingertips, his lips tight around them, the image in the mirror more than he could have hoped for.
“Al,” he growled, squeezing his neck. “Open ya eyes.”
Alex's eyes snapped open, his heart skipping a beat at the sight in front of him, his own skin as sheeny with sweat as Miles, the flush of his cheeks and chest inexcusable, the wild desperation in his eyes lacking the dominance he was used to and as his eyes focused on Miles, the veins apparent in his neck and chest, his fingers half buried in Alex's mouth with his lips swollen and tight around them, he despised what he saw as much as he revelled in it.
“Can ya see 'ow good ya look filled wif me cock?” Miles asked through gritted teeth, laughing shakily, his breath tickling Alex's skin. He stroked Alex's cock faster, squeezing him as he drove himself into him harder. “Want ya teh look meh in the eyes when ya cum.”
Alex gasped at the sudden increase in pace, could practically taste his orgasm, the continuous pressure that pushed him further and further threatening to overwhelm him as he realised he was going to get exactly what he wanted, he was going to despite everything have mercy on him. “F-Fank yeh,” he whimpered, the words spilling out beyond his control.
Miles drew back his hips, could feel the weakness as he held him in his arms. “Ya dun't need teh fank meh,” he drawled with a chuckle, tugging hard on his cock and pushing inside him with as much force as he could muster, sending Alex spiraling.
He tried to keep his eyes wide open, the way Miles' gaze was locked on his increasing the incomparable pleasure that cursed through his body in that moment, hot tears running down his cheeks at the intensity of the pleasure that hit him and before he could stop himself to follow Miles' command, his eyes rolled back as he fucked him through his orgasm, had him clinging on to his bicep for dear life, breathless and his lips parted in a silent moan until he found his voice again, the strangled moan that escaped him beyond his control entirely.
The look on Alexander's face, the unconditional obedience, the sounds of pleasure, the sight of him, the way his body reacted, it was more than Miles could have hoped for and it cost him all his self-control, all his strength that tensed his body to not let go, he wasn't done, certainly not now and he drew his fingers from Alex's mouth, stroking affectionately over his throat.
“F-Fuck...” Alex whined.
“Gooood boy,” Miles drawled, holding him up in his arms as the tension slowly faded and he was almost limp in his arms, his breath shaking, his fingers moving to wipe his face. “Let it out, 'andsome...”
Alex swallowed, trying to compose himself as reality caught up with him, his body tingling with the aftershocks of the unparalleled pleasure.
“First time comin' on a cock, eh?” Miles rasped. “Needed tha', didn't ya?”
Alex was still panting, the nerve of the man behind him as he held him tightly beyond him and he realised then how much a mess he'd made on the silk sheets, but Miles paid it no mind, instead let go of him slowly.
“Turn 'round for meh, babe,” he hummed. “Want teh cum on ya tongue...”
As soon as Alex regained the necessary strength in his body, he shifted to turn around as he'd been instructed, had been reduced to a state of bliss that still made him feel like he was floating and he replaced Miles' hand on his cock with his own, guiding it past his lips again, humming when the other man's long fingers found their way into his hair.
“Mmm, you're eager now, eh?” Miles groaned as Alex started to bob his head, taking him in and out of his mouth, deeper each time, his lips wrapped tightly around him, his tongue swirling around him as he sucked determinedly. “Eager after I made ya feel so good, ya took meh so well, bello...”
Alex moaned around him as Miles tugged on his hair, then tightened his grip on the back of his neck again to hold him in place as he buried his cock deep in throat, could feel Alex desperately trying to fight the urge to pull back.
“Look at meh, luv, so stunnin' wif ya mouf full...” Miles grunted as he saw tears swimming in Alex's eyes again. “Joost a little longer, darlin', I'm almost there...”
Alex breathed through his nose, could feel Miles' cock pulsing on his tongue, tried to swallow around him, tried to push him over the edge as effortlessly as he had done with him and just as he thought he would have to give up, he felt the twitch, heard the loud groan above him, the look in Miles' eyes wild, so high on the lust, his triumph that increased his efforts, trying to swallow around his tip again, tasting his release as it trickled down his tongue and the back of his throat.
“Fooookin'ell,” Miles drawled, his heart pounding, his fingers still wound tightly around Alex's locks. “'old on, darlin',” he mumbled as Alex tried to draw back with wide eyes. “Wanna stay in ya throat a little longer...” He revelled in the afterglow, the tightness, the warmth of Alex's mouth, though knew he was struggling so he drew back slowly, stroking his thumb over Alex's bottom lip as he admired the pout of it. “Pretteh boy...”
Alex swallowed, licking his lips and trying to sit up where he was as Miles stepped back, flashed him a smirk, then grabbed a leopard print dressing gown from the chair next to his nightstand and tying it loosely around his waist.
Alex ran his fingers through his hair, brushing the damp strands from his forehead and shifted to get up and off the bed, picking his clothes up reluctantly as he figured Miles would want him to go, and he could hardly believe he was even still there, how far he'd allowed himself to go, but then again, he wasn't anyone, he was Alex Turner, refused now more than ever to bend to anyone's will if it was against what he himself wanted.
When he lifted his gaze, it was like Miles had been waiting, chuckling to himself, two large cigars and the remaining bottle of whisky in one hand. “C'mon 'n 'ave anofer drink, eh?” he asked, waving him over and as Alex raised an eyebrow, drawing out another dressing gown, black and silky with a velvet-y flower pattern from the wardrobe and offering it to him.
Alex swallowed, holding Miles' expectant gaze, weighing the weight, the control his decision carried, desperate to reassert his dominance, to continue following nothing but his own will, then stepping forward determinedly, sliding into the gown and taking a hold of Miles' waist, pressing a brief, yet possessive kiss to his lips, though drawing away before he could flip the sentiment on him, giving a firm nod.
“I'm stayin'.”
//
As always, wouldn’t have been possible without Elana’s help. Love you, babeh x
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