Just A Bit Ruthless

As he rode the private elevator to the penthouse, Roman wondered gloomily: Is he having a seizure?Did he really allow himself to be moved by a few soft words like that?He literally canceled his flight to Italy just for a chance... a chance to do what?He couldn't believe that he was so easily ordered and drunk by a 23-year-old brat, just because the other party said that he needed him.His grandma couldn't believe it.

The elevator stopped, the doors moved back to the two sides, and a spacious living room appeared in front of his eyes.

A lone figure stood at the other end of the elevator, leaning against the back of the sofa.Luke had his arms folded, his shoulders tensed, his brown eyes wide open, his hair curled around his little heart-shaped face.

Roman walked towards him, and the room was eerily quiet.Luke looked at him with the expression of a small beast about to be captured watching the approach of the predator.That's bloody irony.Roman felt that he was the one who was captured, and an invisible gravitational force was pulling him step by step towards the seemingly harmless prey.

He stopped abruptly within inches of the boy, forcing him condescendingly against the back of the couch.

Luke swallowed loudly and parted his lips.Roman looked from the lips, all the way up to the dark eyes, and then he cupped Luke's face, pressing his thumb lightly on the other's throat.He felt a shudder through the boy's body, felt his own body stiffen and harden.The gravitational pull made him involuntarily move towards Luke, gripping his will more and more firmly.

"You said you needed me. Why did you say that?" His voice was low, and it sounded harsh and loud in the quiet room.

"I..." Luke staggered towards him.

They stared at each other, and both of them breathed unevenly, louder and louder, and finally merged into the same rhythm, and the distance between them disappeared.Luke sobbed softly, buried his face in Roman's neck, biting the skin with his sharp teeth.When Roman came back to his senses, he found that Luke was sucking on his neck like a hungry baby, and his arms were around him.Roman's cock twitched.Baby.The word reminded him of the last time they had had each other before they parted, how Luke had called him, and how much Luke needed him.Everything at that time was simply mesmerizing.Fuck, Roman wasn't good at that before, until Luke whispered that "Dad".

"Good," he said, running his fingers through the silky curls and tugging.Luke groaned, then rubbed against Roman's thighs, slid his hands under Roman's shirt, rubbed his pecs and continued to suck on his neck.

"Look at me," Roman said.

Luke sighed and looked up.

God.The way he looked at people... those misty eyes, those flushed cheeks, those cherry pink, quivering lips... Roman wanted to lick him all over and swallow him whole.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some sanity, trying to regain something like self-control.But when all he wanted was to strip Luke of his clothes, become one with him, and breathe his breath, all this effort was in vain.

The sound of unzipping broke the silence at the moment, and then a few silky fingers grabbed Roman's thick avatar and released it from the boxers.

Roman gritted his teeth and gasped, instead of looking down, he continued to stare at Luke's dazed eyes.

Luke moistened his lips with his tongue and tightened his grip on Roman's cock. "I need you," he said hoarsely. "Please."

Roman growled, kissed those trembling lips, and then it didn't matter, nothing but the boy and his sweet, sensual lips.

When the fog of lust in his head cleared a little, he found them in bed and he was squeezing Luke hard.The tightness surrounding the avatar was almost unbearable for him, and it finally gave him the necessary awareness.

"Did I stretch you?" he managed to say, tensing his muscles and trying to stay still.He doesn't remember a damn thing at all.

Luke smiled out of breath, blushed and said, "I did a little. But I'm fine. It's just that there is no cover."

"Mattvoiu①," Roman cursed, forcing himself to back out.

Note ①: Russian: your mother.

"Wait," Luke said, looking up at Roman, the lids downcast. "Can I trust you?"

This question seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and the answer was far from simple, which caught him off guard.

Roman breathed out with difficulty, thinking about how to answer, it took all his willpower not to put the boy's legs on his shoulders, and he went straight in and fucked like a savage.He wanted this—wanted to fuck him without a condom, wanted to come inside him, to cum so full that there was no more room in the shaft, and finally come out, all over the place.But Luke's problem wasn't just about sex.

"You can," he said, meeting Luke's eyes.

Luke shivered.He had already wrapped Roman between his legs, and now spread them wider, hooking his crossed ankles around Roman's crotch, pulling him closer to him. "Okay then. I've never been free-for-all, but I want to. Don't stop—Jesus."

Roman gritted his teeth and pushed in a little more, the tight heat wrapped him up, damn it, it felt like... Luke let out a groan, his dark eyes clouded with moisture, his cheeks were pink, His swollen lips parted limply from his panting.God, this kid is completely in the mood to go.

"Comfortable?" Roman said.Luke nodded dazedly. His cock was already hard and full, heavy against his stomach, the shaft darkened with blood, and fluid oozing from the tip.Roman wanted to touch it, but he knew it would be too exciting to do so at the moment: the kid seemed extremely sensitive.

He was mesmerized by the sight of his own cock inside Luke, watching his thick cock fuck the other's body away.He held Luke's crotch to keep him still, submerged as far as he could, the sticky heat surrounded him, and the extreme tightness almost made him lose his mind.

Luke crumpled the quilt into a ball in his hands. "My God, my God." He was already in a state of defeat, his teeth were clenched on his lower lip, and his dark eyes were full of tears. "More," he choked out.Roman retracted his hips slightly, then slammed back, pressing his cock against Luke's prostate.Luke whimpered, arching his back beneath him.Roman came like this again, his eyes locked on Luke's face—a face that was already sweaty, frantic, drunk, and beautiful.The boy acted like he was drugged, as if he had come, as Roman's cock stretched him apart, thrusting and thrusting, throbbing deeper and deeper.

Roman caressed Luke's thighs, wide apart, his thumbs pressing on the tender flesh inside.His offensive began to intensify, and a low growl came out of his throat.Luke looked up at him, eyes so wide, blond curls darkened with sweat, clinging to his forehead, precum dripping from his cock, screaming out of words.

"I—fuck, I'm—" he yelled hoarsely, and before Roman could react, Luke shuddered, his untouched cock twitching and shooting toward his chest.

Roman didn't know what to do other than stare at him.It wasn't the first time Luke had an orgasm without being fucked, but it was the first time he came within 30 seconds without being fucked.

Luke wailed under his breath, covering his face with his hands. "My God, it's embarrassing," he murmured, peeking at Roman through his fingers, and suddenly couldn't stop giggling.

Looking at this silly boy, Roman suddenly felt a rush of love rushing out of his chest.

"Sorry, I swear I'm not a 13-year-old kid," Luke said with difficulty, laughing uncontrollably.

Roman clenched his teeth, because Luke's laughter caused the walls of his intestines to contract and tighten Roman's cock, which was a challenge to his self-control.His grandma, how could this kid be so cute?He wanted to fuck him hard.

Seeing that he has not spoken, Luke may have misunderstood something, so he stopped laughing immediately. "Did I annoy you like this?" He said, his tone showing that he was not very confident in himself.

"Don't be stupid," Roman said, taking a deep breath through gritted teeth. "It's fine."

"Really?"

Roman rubbed Luke's cum all over his soft belly in circles. "You're gorgeous looking hot," he said, staring hungrily at the young flesh beneath him flushing with lust. "You looked perfect like that just now, little milk cat." Roman felt that the lower body must be thinking for him when he actually said such sweet words that were nothing but brains. "You've always been perfect," he said, stroking Luke's cock.

Luke's eyes watered again and his cock hardened. "That's because I haven't done anything with you for a long time."

Roman slowly withdrew and inserted it again. "Very good," he said, while maintaining the frequency of twitching, while watching Luke's ecstatic expression, as if consciousness was fading away. "You didn't let anyone touch you, what a good boy."

Hearing the approval, Luke smiled slightly, he took the initiative to shrug his hips to meet Roman's insertion, and his eyes gradually drooped. "Just want you. I miss you - do it with me."

His words were like a bolt of lightning, piercing Roman's body.Roman knew it would be dangerous to go down this road, but he didn't know how to stop this series of car accidents.

He scooped Luke into his arms and rolled over on the bed. "Get on it and move yourself, kotyonok," he said, rubbing his hands on Luke's chest, kneading those pink nipples.

Luke nodded hungrily, looking at him through drooping eyelashes, his curly hair was disheveled, his emotions were clearly visible, and the whole person seemed to be in love.Roman looked him straight in the eye, praying he didn't have the same expression on his face.Damn it, the kid's influence on him is too ridiculous.He couldn't look away when Luke was just so nonchalantly riding him and thrusting himself; and as Roman whispered praise for Luke's performance, how perfect he felt inside, how perfect he was, The other's dark eyes were getting out of focus.

It didn't take long before Luke was completely unconscious, sitting on Roman's cock, rocking back and forth in a daze.God.

Roman sat up from the bed, hugged Luke and pressed him tightly against his chest, then pushed his hips upwards suddenly, and inserted the rigid body that was on the verge of venting into the boy's limp obedient body, causing Luke to face Roman groaning, clinging to him.

Roman fucked the bony body in his arms like this for quite a while.Suddenly at a certain moment, Luke roared in a low voice, bit Roman's neck with his teeth, and shot Roman's chest and abdomen.Finally, Roman also ushered in his own orgasm, and shot into Luke with satisfaction, and the thrill of pleasure rippled through his whole body.

When his mind became less confused, Roman found that he was holding the boy to his chest, combing the wet curly hair with his fingers.Luke rubbed his nose against his collarbone, purring like a cat.He is such a little kitten.

"Why does sex with you always feel so good?" Luke muttered, sounding like he hadn't come down from the clouds yet. "It's like, when I give you all of myself, it feels like I'm in heaven. It feels so good, so comfortable. I want to go on like this forever."

Roman reminded himself: Luke was still in the aftertaste of his orgasm, and he had no idea what he meant when he said this.

Luke sighed. "Dr. Benson was wrong," he murmured against Roman's neck. "I definitely have Stockholm Syndrome. I need treatment."

"Then what have I got?" Roman said.As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately regretted it.

Luke looked up, eyes unblinking, his full lips forming an "O".

With great difficulty, Roman forced himself to keep eye contact with him, thinking: Is this kid's sentimental and silly problem contagious?

Luke bit his lip, but couldn't hold back a smile. "Well, it's true that people often say that I'm very attractive," he said, as if revealing some important secret, with a dimple appearing on his cheek.

Roman wanted to kiss him.

"This is no joke," he said succinctly. "It's... not very convenient."

"Not very convenient," Luke repeated, looking at him curiously. "You mean, you...are attracted to me?"

attract.This word is far from enough, but Roman still nodded.He saw no point in denying the existence of such an attraction—what was the point?His cock was still inside the other guy.

Luke put on a weird expression. "Listen clearly, it's super inconvenient for me to be attracted to you," he looked at Roman expectantly—it could be said that he was full of trust in Roman. "In that case, what shall we do with it?"

God damn it, does this kid know what kind of expression he is looking at Roman?Roman could have told himself that Luke's nympho look annoyed him, or made him laugh.But that's just kidding yourself.

The truth is, he wasn't bothered at all.

The truth is, he likes it.

He likes it.

The truth is, he wants his boy to look at him that way all the time—his boy.God, his desire for monopoly is really too much for him.

"I used to get really nervous when you put on that look," Luke said calmly.

Roman's hands traced the curve of Luke's graceful back, and finally landed on his buttocks. "You mean by that, I don't make you feel nervous anymore?" There are very few people in this world who can say such a thing.

Luke forced a smile. "Yes. It's just that it's not the same nervous way as before." He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then admitted with a bit of embarrassment: "It's not that you didn't see it. I like it. I feel that you are making fun of me." It's cool, and there's no point in denying it. I'd be anxious if I didn't serve you well." Luke rubbed the back of his neck with his hands. "It's really inconvenient. It's impossible not to cure it quickly."

"Cure?" Roman repeated his words.

"My Stockholm syndrome," Luke said seriously.

Roman felt unhappy all of a sudden, and the angry displeasure made him feel very uncomfortable. "Good luck to you then," he said, lifting Luke and placing him on the bed, then stood up.He picked up his boxers from the floor and put them on.

"Are you leaving now?"

Roman looked back.

Luke frowned displeasedly, and the corners of his mouth curled down.

"What do you want me to do?" Roman said. "I'm pretty sure your psychiatrist will tell you that spreading your ex-captor's legs isn't effective therapy."

A rosy flush rose across Luke's face, and he bit his lip. "What about the threats I've received? I really need your help."

Roman knew exactly what kind of people he was dealing with old Whitford.They could eat this baby-faced young man alive.He wished he could simply say: he didn't care.But he actually cared.There is no reason for this, nor is there any logic to the motive.He just cares.No matter what he told himself, he couldn't help seeing this soft-spoken, pink-bubbled, sentimental boy as his own.It's frustrating, because Roman doesn't want to claim ownership of things like this.

"Leave it to me," he said simply.

Luke smiled at him immediately, his eyes sparkling and his dimples blooming.

His grandma's.

"Right now?" Luke said expectantly, his small face was full of eagerness and longing. "It's all in my laptop, right here." Don't go, said Luke's eyes.Don't go, his body said.

This is really gross and clingy, but Roman himself wants to be with each other like that.It's just that, unlike Luke, he can't use any syndrome as an excuse to shield himself from the effects he has suffered.

"Go get the laptop," he said tersely, sitting down on the bed.

When Luke came to the bed with his laptop and rubbed against Roman, he didn't push him away.

He should have pushed it away, this kid is too dangerous.