In a heated argument, Peter and Ryan’s relationship hits a rough patch, so they have angry sex.
Ryan broke the kiss, panting heavily as he stared down at Peter. “Is this what you want? To fight me every step of the way?”
Peter met his gaze, his chest heaving. “No,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “I want you to make me forget everything else.”
A dark look passed over Ryan’s face, and he nodded slowly. “Then let’s see if we can do that.”
Without another word, he spun Peter around and pushed him against the wall, his body pinning Peter’s in place. Peter gasped, the cool plaster against his heated skin a stark contrast to the warmth of Ryan’s body behind him.
Ryan’s hands were everywhere, tearing at clothes, seeking skin. Peter arched back into his touch, his earlier anger forgotten in the face of this new, intense passion. He could feel Ryan’s erection pressing against his ass, hard and insistent, and a thrill of anticipation ran through him.
“Please,” Peter moaned, his voice ragged. “Don’t stop.”
Ryan growled in response, his hands sliding down to grip Peter’s thighs, lifting and spreading them. Peter braced himself against the wall, his heart pounding as he waited for what came next.
And then, without any warning, Ryan’s fingers were there, probing at the tight ring of muscle that guarded Peter’s entrance. Peter tensed, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through him. They had never gone this far before, always stopping at the edge of true intimacy.
“Relax,” Ryan murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Let me in.”
Peter took a deep breath, trying to obey, but it was difficult. The sensation was overwhelming, both painful and pleasurable at the same time. He bit his lip, stifling a cry as Ryan pushed his finger inside, stretching him open.
“Good boy,” Ryan praised, his voice thick with lust. “Take it. Take all of me…
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