“Well, then.” Sebastian mumbled, yanking Rory’s pants down. Sebastian manhandled him to the cell door and pinned him to the metal. He hissed at the cold, but didn’t move away.

“Stay there.”

Rory nodded, but shuffled his feet back so he could arch his back. Sebastian returned with lube on his fingers and didn’t mess around. He pushed them inside, curled his fingers, and tugged at Rory’s opening, loosening him up.

“I would’ve been gentle, but you’ve worked me up too much.”

“I don’t want gentle. I want you to take me.”

“Take you,” Sebastian murmured. “I’m gonna take you, all right.”

Rory felt the head of Sebastian’s cock at his entrance and held his breath. The angle was tight, and Rory did his best to arch his back, and lift his lips. The pressure was pushing inside him, deep and all consuming, the burn wasn’t as painful as he expected. It made him whimper for movement, for more stimulus and he found himself rocking back, impaling himself, as much as he could with his limited ability to move.

Sebastian had teased him for months, and finally he was filling Rory up the way he was desperate to be filled. Sebastian was big, and Rory felt every millimeter of his cock burrowing inside him. The first brush of his prostate had him flinging his head back, and his cock slapping on the metal door.

“Shit…”

“Not the best feedback I’ve got.”

Rory laughed, then gasped when Sebastian pulled out, and thrust back inside.

“If it hurts, tell me to stop and I will.”

“Yeah?”

Sebastian gave Rory’s neck a sloppy kiss. “I promise.”

Rory arched his back more, and his stomach muscles cramped from over stretch.

“Fuck me, Sebastian.”

The air was bulldozed from his lungs by a forceful thrust, followed by another and another. He scratched his nails on the metal door, trying to anchor himself. Rory heard the more alluring sound—hidden beneath his own cries and gasps there were grumbles, breathless and deep, a possessive purr near his face. The word mine repeated over and over until it no longer sounded like a word, but a noise, a noise that made Rory feel floaty, and a breathless laugh escape him.

Sebastian picked up the pace, and the pleasure in Rory’s body felt like a bubble being blown bigger, almost to breaking point.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Down the cell door?”

Rory nodded. “Down the cell door.”

“Mark it as ours.”

Rory groaned. “Yeah.”

“You close?”

“So close.”

“Let’s come together … let go with me, Rory.”

The bubble burst, and sparks exploded behind Rory’s eyelids. His prostate and his cock came into sync, and he orgasmed while gasping for air. He rested his forehead against the door and watched his stream of cum rushing down. Sebastian marked his insides, and he marked the cell door.