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[He doesn't oppose any resistance and lets AM pin him down. He enjoys how tight the grip is, after all those years spent controlling people - including the Director, especially him with his irrational tantrums - and situations without ever taking a day off, he just wants to give it up for a bit and let someone else focus on pleasuring him for a change.

He doesn't even remember the last time it happened, his most recent 'relationships' were before prison, specifically the times where he'd had to blow diplomats in the restroom near conference rooms, because the Director was an idiot who would mess everything up and he himself had to complement his mediating abilities with something else, walking the extra mile. He just needs this.]

Please do.

[AM is one who has to have control at all times. Prison robs him of so much of that, though in a way his business did too. Of course they aren't even close to the same levels of stifling... But here in the bedroom with whatever partner he fancies, he can take hold of that illusion once more.

Prison disappears from his mind, and for now he is back in his home with a man he has seduced, a man who has essentially given him permission to do whatever he wants to him. (Even if that's not the case, that's how AM interprets it.)

So he does certainly slam Aiden to the bed as the mattress creaks beneath them, his large hands moving from the shoulders to the arms to keep them immobile. Leaning in, he presses his lips against the side of Aiden's neck, opening them to bite down on the skin. His knee goes between Aiden's legs to start to pry them apart as well.]

[His breath hitches as receives the bite on his neck, flinches a bit but is held down tightly and his legs are kept apart by the knee. He feels nervous all of a sudden and swallows loudly, which seems to provoke AM even more. The kisses and the biting get rougher, making soft breathy moans come out of him.]

It's...It's been a while since the last time...

[In a way, it almost feels like Aiden succumbs too easily, but there are plenty of men who do - before and during prison. Everyone has their preferences, and it's always nice when they fit together so well.

The breathy moans that result from the biting certainly spur AM on, certainly arouse him. He bites harder, trailing over the neck, down to the collar as he moves one of his hands from Aiden's arm to slip under his shirt.]

Ah-- has it?

[He answers in between bites, his breath picking up in speed.]

What about... the director?

[He gasps, because of the bites but mostly because of that question. He feels some weird mixture of sadness and the humiliation, because the Director has never had the decency to even remember his name, much less the decency to fuck him. The stupid, stupid trainwreck of a man would get angry if Price saw him asleep while overworking himself and laid a blanket on him, would slap his hand away whenever he tried to initiate the mildest physical contact. All the attempts at comforting him? Rejected, so many games Price had in mind for him completely destined to be just a fantasy. What an ungrateful piece of shit, to think that this collaboration was supposed to be the best part of life and then got him in prison...He can't tell if he's horny or just hot from wanting to kill that bastard.]

Oh...

[That kind of ruined the mood. He angrily grabs AM's head with his free hand and pulls him by his hair. He wants to lie, spew a lie that sounds way truer than the truth. He earned it.]

Mmm...Who? [He flashes a fake smirk] That pathetic old man? [His voice gets silkier as he mocks him] We made out once. I was straddling him, and he held my hips tight. I would moan 'yes sir, yes sir', hoped he was going to wreck me, but do you want the truth? I couldn't feel his tiny cock under me at all, and I only realized we were done when he came in his pants and moaned his dead wife's name. [He holds back a laugh] It was so ugly.

[If anything it's a perfectly accurate metaphor, that's for sure. He gets his face closer to AM's, purring in his ear.]

I need a real man that doesn't make me have to do everything myself for once, one who will actually show me who's boss. Can you do that?

[Even if it's a lie, it certainly works. He is mildly surprised to have Aiden grab his hair, and immediately jerks his head in an instinctive response. (Then again, there is a lot of hair to grab. It's not hard.) But it actually does heighten his own mood, having a bit of aggression to fight him back.

He chokes out a laugh at the description of the director, lifting his head up a bit.]

Oh... well. [The director sounds pathetic. AM would love to ruin him too.] What a miserable wreck.

Calling himself a director of all things...

[But Aiden doesn't have to ask twice. Whether he wants it or not, AM will take charge. He's quick to go to Aiden's shirt, attempting to just rip it off - literally or figuratively, whichever happens first. It's difficult, after all, to have his way with someone while they're still clothed.]

He was probably too drunk to even rememeber that whole exchange...Not like he would admit it, anyway.

[Yeah, this barely feels like a lie because it's so him, but thankfully AM wants to move on from this enraging subject to something worth discussing. He enjoys the contact of AM's hands on his skin as his shirt is removed. He kisses his lips in response, getting his own hand under AM's shirt and caressing his strong chest.]

But we have more interesting things to talk about...

[AM is somewhat curious about this director, but obviously he's more preoccupied at the moment. After all, he hasn't been able to fuck in his bed for a few years now, and he's not going to pass up that opportunity.

The kiss he receives is almost tender, something more akin to what he would do in his bed as opposed to in the torture chambers. He returns it with a bit more passion, mashing his lips against Aiden's and nipping at them.

As he finds hands beneath his own shirt, he breaks away slightly to hastily unbutton his own shirt before shrugging it off, leaving him exposed. But he returns quickly enough, teeth nipping at the side of Aiden's neck.]

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[So much insistence for one who's making the same move over and over, is AM buying time? It does feel good, though. Price can trust him with giving him pleasure. Hopefully that is all that will happen with no twist to take care of. He wraps his arms around him, emitting a quiet hum.]

[Enough insistence, as ~~I keep forgetting what I have written~~ AM simply wants to relish this act in his own bed, pretend that he was never caught, never sent to prison.

But of course he knows what he wants as his hands move down Aiden's body down to his pants, grasping at their sides as AM lies atop him. He shifts somewhat, rounding his back and pressing his knees closer to provide more room so that he can grasp at the middle, unbuttoning the pants in haste as his mouth remains biting at the side of the neck.

If he gets the pants down, he doesn't waste his time in taking hold of Aiden's cock, essentially claiming it for himself.]

[He gasps out loud, instinctively bringing a hand back to AM's hair as he feels his rugged hands on his own softer skin. The mix of excitement and slight fear of how this will play out does help him get aroused. Tries to peek at AM's face with the corner of his eyes, like he's not sure he should let those red irises wander about his body without keeping track of them.]

[At some point, Aiden becomes less of a "person" or a "partner" and more of an object or plaything. A new toy to be unwrapped, essentially, as those pants are yanked down and the cock grabbed.

While he keeps his hand firmly on Aiden's cock, his red eyes do scan the body, the lithe frame exposed from the shedding of the clothes. His eyes are intense and unnatural, but something he actually found appealing when he finally looked in the mirror within his Dominion.

If Aiden's shirt hasn't been removed by now, he temporarily releases his hold on his cock to simply pull it off, taking little care to be gentle or not disturb the fabric. But he's back on Aiden's cock soon enough, taking it in hand as he grinds his own pelvis in, still clothed but certainly aroused as he hunches over, letting the bed creak beneath them. His free hand is back to finding one of Aiden's wrists, feeling around until he is able to grab it and pin it.]

[Aiden shivers as he is now fully exposed. His usually dead eyes start to sparkle. When he tries to tighten his grip and wrap his arms around AM harder, he gets pinned by one wrist. He enjoys the noise of the bed creaking under him, and with his free hand he gently caresses AM's chest, down the belly button, down to the bunny trail, making an effort and slightly sitting up to reach down to his pants to carefully unbutton them. He wants to tug them down, but for now he just squeezes the man's crotch through the fabric - not hard as he doesn't have strength, but noticeably not gentle at that, much to his own delight.]

What if Moran fucks me better than you do?

[When that hand finds his crotch, AM instinctively presses into it, grinding and letting his own erection harden beneath his pants. He exhales in arousal as he temporarily moves his hand from Aiden's crotch to grab his other wrist. In a slight maneuver, he attempts to get both wrists in one hand and pin them above Aiden's head, but he likely could squirm out of that grip if he wanted. Still, at least it leaves one hand free.

He snorts in amusement when Aiden brings up the possibility of Moran, temporarily ceasing his grinding.]

The man is far too in love with himself to fuck anyone!

[Just the thought of Moran fucking Aiden is enough to make him laugh. Sure, it could happen, but AM wouldn't particularly care. It would just amuse him.

But soon enough he's back to what he's doing, his free hand back to his pants to finally unbutton them and pull them down to his thighs, revealing his large erection.]

Not that fucking requires love...

[He shifts his body then, letting an arm slink beneath one of Aiden's thighs to lift it up and expose him.

Ah, but he's forgetting something, isn't he?]

Ah-- hang on, I almost forgot. [Temporarily he lets go of Aiden and crawls to the side on his large bed, fishing around for the drawer in his end table. Thankfully, once he opens it, everything in there is neatly organized, so he pulls out the bottle of lube and makes to crawl back toward Aiden.]

[He tilts his head hearing AM's response, surprised that he even felt the need to bring that up.]

Well, of cour--

[He interrupts himself as he's distracted when he notices AM's large cock now unleashed.]

Oh...

[He has no resistance when AM lifts his thigh and gives him a timid smile, promptly interrupted again as AM crawls to the side to fetch the lube. Waits for him, spreads his legs and bites his lip in anticipation, giving him an half lidded look.]

[Now that he has the lube, it shouldn't be much longer until he's doing the actual fucking. Foreplay isn't always something he's good at, mainly because his aggressive libido just wants the sex now.

He hooks an arm around Aiden's thigh as his lube-covered fingers press between the legs, taking little to no care to be gentle. They simply shove in, a loud squelch as the liquid is pressed between the fingers and Aiden's flesh.

But he doesn't spend a terribly long time, simply making sure that there is a cursory coating, enough to minimize the friction on AM's end.]

Hmph, lubricant is hard to come by in prison, unless you prefer saliva.

[Still, he's finished soon enough, tossing the bottle aside as he finally arches his back, pressing his pelvis down against Aiden's and letting their cocks rub together.

Leaning closer to Aiden's face, he hisses:]

And now I'll do exactly what I promised.

[He gasps and hisses in mild pain at the rather rough intrusion, and bites his lip as he feels AM's fingers move. Must be because Aiden himself is quite petit, but AM's hand is comparatively huge and it takes a bit to get used to it. He hears him make a comment about saliva.]

No, this is fine.

[He shivers as AM presses against him and talks to him with those crazy red eyes. He's intimidated for sure, but he also likes it. He takes a deep breath and nods.]

[The preparation wasn't long, and the anticipation has built up. Aiden is considerably tight, something that makes AM want him all the more.

But the tightness is truly revealed once he finally presses the head of his cock at the entrance, guiding it in with the lubrication. He grits his teeth, closing his eyes briefly as he eagerly attempts to shove it in.

While certainly tight, it goes in far smoother than it might otherwise, thanks to the lube. And when it's in, he doesn't wait to start moving his hips. Once he gets going, his hands scramble around on the bed to find purchase on Aiden's hips and enable better thrusting.]

[His reserved nature has him try to be as quiet as possible, but even at the first thrust it's hard to do as he gasps loudly. His hands reach for AM's shoulders at first around his neck, but as the pace gets steadier and rougher Aiden reaches for them from under his armpit, nails digging in the husky framed man's back as he feels all sorts of sensations. Being crushed by that huge man that is a foot taller than him, being crushed by his strength and the power which accompanies his every move, feeling his hands on his hips...It's a lot to handle. He tries to whisper still.]

Y-yes, like that...! Just like th--

[He interrupts himself with an inevitably loud moan, and if at first he struggles to keep his eyes open, he progressively stops fighting it and closes them to focus and enjoy all the pleasure he's receiving. He's completely at AM's mercy already, clawing at his back.]

[It isn't long before AM forgets who he's even with at this point - Aiden is just a body, just a man who is as worthless as the next one; a small body he can crush with his weight, who bends and breaks as much as AM wants.

Maybe he should have gotten rope or some other more kinky implements to enhance the experience. Maybe this or that - but again, just the act of fucking on his bed is a luxury he hasn't had for so long.

When the man beneath him moans in pleasure, though, it's only a cue for AM to go harder - he promised to make him bleed, after all. Harder to the point of pain. The bed creaks beneath them and AM reaches his muscular arms beneath Aiden's body to press him closer, holding him in a tight embrace so that he can go deeper, deeper....

Of course AM grunts with the increasing pressure, arching into the nails that dig into him. He twists his head with another deep thrust, teeth finding purchase on Aiden's ear to stifle his own groans.]

[If he could barely handle it before, now he definitely can't hold back. At first his pleasured moans turn into pained ones, then to relentless gasping with a few whimpers here and there as he almost desperately holds tighter onto AM's husky frame. As he is in turn held tighter, he can't help but softly moan 'please'. Repeatedly.

As much as life taught him to be on his own, he just really likes belonging to someone, especially like this. Only like this. Just as he thinks that, AM bites his ear, marking his territory. He hates how weak he is, but when it comes to moments like these he knows that it's exactly how it's meant to be.]

[Maybe if AM had any semblance of compassion, the two might make a great pair - one who needs to dominate and control and own people, another who craves being owned.

But in this tryst, they connect on that - Aiden absolutely belongs to him as an object to be broken and dominated, and he doesn't care how much it might hurt or ruin him. He hears those soft pleas with each thrust, letting him know how much he is indeed controlling this situation, holding the reins of pain and pleasure.

It ultimately drives him to the edge, unleashing himself with a guttural moan from the back of the throat. His grip upon Aiden tightens with that climax, pressing him into the bed as his nails dig into the skin. There is a slowing of momentum that follows as the grip loosens, finding himself more or less resting slightly on his side.]

Well. Did I make you bleed like I promised?

[He doesn't want this moment to end, and holds on tighter, wrapping his legs around AM's hips to feel him even more, despite the pain. Doesn't take long before it's too much for his body and he climaxes. AM's grip on him tightens shortly after as he climaxes as well. Aiden shivers a bit at the loss of contact as AM now rests on his side. He pants for a while, still, then the question.

Sure, the sex was good and all, and AM's personality paired with his strength is clearly an indicator not to get on his bad side - usually his own preys are of various physical builds but they all have in common the fact that they're not like him on a mental level, while AM clearly is - but on the other hand it's not like he's never been with an edgy white man that could rip him to shreds before. It's the inflated self importance, for him. He almost climbs on top of the other, leaning to look at his face and smirking.]

Better luck next time. [He pecks him on the lips] I'll ride.

[There is definitely a confidence in Aiden that AM can see. It could be for many reasons, of course, but suddenly AM regrets not going all out with what he did.]

Hmph.

[But whatever. It was at least enjoyable, and there is a promise of a future encounter. He lies back on the bed, letting his arms rest behind his head.]

We'll see.

[He gives AM a softer smile, curling into a ball on his side, head now resting on his chest.]

You know I like this a lot.

[Delicately, he brushes his fingers from between AM's collarbones down to his belly.]

Just as you know I will do anything to get you to spoil me like this.

[He's not exactly at his proudest, but he has accepted that being a prison bitch is all he can afford to stay protected from all those nasty people way too big and strong for him to fight. He also happens to really enjoy this 'burden'.]

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