unjustifiable | 𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 / 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆

𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽 / 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆

[ when he and mary were dating, james always tried to be a gentleman. he wanted to show her that he was nothing like those other guys — the kind who only wanted one thing, who would take what they wanted from her and move on to the next girl. he was better than that. he respected her. he loved her.

but now mary is out of sight and out of mind, and james doesn't feel like being a gentleman anymore. adam's struggling brings out something primal in him, all the more powerful for his efforts to suppress it. this is what he wants. this is what he's always wanted. as he tightens his grip around adam's waist, savoring the other man's obvious distress, he wonders why he bothered to put up a front for so long. ]

You can't get away. [ he practically croons the words in adam's ear, his nervousness long gone. after fumbling with his zipper for what feels like a small eternity, he finally manages to free his cock. he roughly shoves it between adam's thighs, hiking up his skirt to give him easier access. it's strange to feel his cock rub against another man's balls, but it's not an entirely unpleasant sensation. ]

Who do think you're fooling, anyway? I know you want this. You're asking for it, dressed like that. [ he gropes adam's cock with his free hand, then gives it a slightly hesitant pump. he's touched himself like this plenty of times, but doing it to someone else takes a bit of practice. he tries again, squeezing adam a bit harder this time. ] You sluts are all the same.

[ adam doesn't know what part of this is more fucked up: the fact that there's a guy who wants it bad enough to go this far, or the fact that adam himself is so incredibly turned on by it. he's never been in a relationship like this - never had sex like this: angry, painful, ashamed. but all those feelings mix together in his gut along with a sense of panic that doesn't feel entirely fake and adam, for better or worse, loves it. ]

Stop!

[ his voice is louder now, more shrill, that panic seeping in. james is strong despite the fact that he's drunk and adam likes that, too; likes the idea of being overpowered by him. he struggles some more, putting actual effort in now that he knows he won't simply break free, and when he feels james shove his cock against his thighs adam lets out a sharp cry of distress. ]

Stop it-!! I don't --

[ his voice cuts off as james grabs at his cock. it's clearly not meant to be pleasurable, but that in and of itself is a turn-on: being used, his body little more than a perverted sort of doll designed just to be abused. he stops trying to pull away and instead starts to squirm, pressing his thighs together in an attempt to make himself small. it has the unfortunate side effect of trapping james' dick in the cleft of adam's ass, meaning he's effectively jerking the other off even as he continues his attempts to resist. ]

Get the fuck off of me!

[ his hands move, one going to to clutch at james' wrist in an attempt to pull him off, the other reaching behind himself blindly to hit at any part of the other man he can reach. they hadn't really discussed violence like this but it feels too natural not to; besides, adam isn't exactly in a position to do any real damage. ]

[ when morning comes, james will hate himself for this. but morning is still far away, and all the things that its sober light will render ugly and grotesque look pretty damn good to him right now. for the first time in what feels like forever, he's doing exactly what he wants.

adam's struggling turns him on. it feels real, raw in a way that his and mary's lovemaking never did. he ruts shamelessly into adam's clenched thighs, roughly jerking him off as he does so. he didn't bother to slick his hand with anything, which must make the friction painful. he feels himself get harder at the thought. adam's protests help, too. ] Hush. Hold still.

[ the hand around his wrist isn't exactly unexpected — he did tell adam to fight back, after all — but the glancing blow to his shoulder draws out something buried deep within him, something low and nasty and vile.

suddenly, this isn't a game anymore. ]

I thought I fucking told you to hold still.

[ his hand finds adam's throat with unsettling ease. he doesn't even have to think about it. he squeezes. not hard enough to crush anything important, but hard enough to make his displeasure known. his other hand keeps jerking adam off — not to give pleasure, but to violate. his cock presses hard into the cleft of the other man's ass, searching for an entry. ] You're just a hole. Understand? You don't get a say in this.

[ adam's well aware of the power the dark holds over most people. someone who seems kind and innocent can quickly transform into a monster once the sun goes down. he's long past judging what those monsters do; these days, he really just cares about getting paid. so, despite the fact that what james is doing is unquestionably fucked up, he doesn't blame the man for wanting it. if anything, it's better that he asked adam to play this scenario out, rather than going after someone who truly doesn't want it.

that being said - the rough, crude way james is jerking at adam's cock makes him feel debased, the pain stronger than the pleasure it brings him. when those fingers grab his neck and go tight adam gasps, loud and panicked, taken completely by surprise. he'd been so focused on fighting to escape that he'd forgotten what james might do in response. ]

St--

[ his voice is cut off, breath wheezing in his windpipe. he quickly realizes that struggling further will make it even harder to breathe and so he settles down somewhat, but his heart is still pounding in his chest.

then he realizes where james' cock is, and what it's trying to do - and that makes a fresh wave of fear wash over adam, raw and real. his eyes widen and his entire body tenses up instinctively, thoughts rushing through his head as he tries to guess what's about to happen. is james really just going to fuck him like this? no prep, no lube? that would be crazy, right?

but he's so ashamed of being into men that he might not realize those things are necessary. maybe he's so used to his wife that he thinks it'll just work the same way, somehow. or maybe he's actually an awful, vile human being who wants to hurt adam for real. whatever the answer, it makes adam start struggling again, not caring about how hard it is to breathe. ]

D-on't -- pl-ease -- !!

[ james is drunk enough that his impulse control his long since flown out the window, along with the better part of conscience, but he retains enough presence of mind to realize that adam's panic isn't fake. he keeps rutting, but he isn't really getting anywhere, and he realizes with the jolt of frustration that this isn't going to be as simple as it looks in porn.

he pulls his cock out from between adam's clenched thighs with a grunt of discomfort, then tries to manhandle him onto the couch. he doesn't release his grip around the other man's throat. wouldn't want him getting away. ] On your back. Spread your legs.

[ there's a bottle of lube in his back pocket, purchased along with the costume. he fumbles for it, cursing under his breath. after what feels like forever, he gets the bottle open and slicks his fingers. ] It'll hurt less if you relax.

[ panic has gripped adam's body so tight that when james suddenly pulls away, he almost falls over. the hand on his throat keeps him upright, though, tight enough for him to choke audibly as his body is pushed down onto the couch. he doesn't have the presence of mind to resist, focusing instead on doing as he's told in order to avoid as much potential pain as possible.

a flash of relief crosses his face when james digs out the lube, just long enough for it to be noticeable. then, somewhat reassured, he sinks back into that panic, harnessing it more consciously now so they can continue this twisted little game of theirs. ]

I don't want to --

[ but his legs fall open anyway, as though he can't help but obey despite his scared expression. his voice comes out tight and scared, still, both hands now reaching up to grasp james' forearm, as if trying to get the man's hand off his throat. the uniform adam's wearing has ridden up considerably now, completely baring him from the hips downward, half-hard cock resting against his belly. then, lower, his hole: on full display, darker than the skin surrounding it, totally vulnerable and ripe for the taking. ]

P-please don't do this, [ he whimpers, looking into james' eyes for the first time since they started pretending. tears have started to cling to his eyelashes, his pupils wide and dark. ]

[ james is too drunk and too oblivious know how close he just came to ruining their little game, but he notices the relief on adam's face when he produces the lube. it vanishes too quickly for him to ascribe much significance to it. then that look of panic returns, and it occurs to james that adam looks very pretty when he's afraid.

he looks pretty when he does what he's told, too. james stares hungrily at his exposed cock and hole, the display made even more obscene by adam's position. james leans forward, inadvertently putting more pressure on adam's throat, and presses a lubed finger into his hole, sliding it in to the second knuckle. the heat of adam's body takes him by surprise: on the outside, he's warm, but on the inside he's almost feverish. james wants more. ]

Beg all you like. I know you want this.

[ he pushes his finger deeper inside, curling the digit upwards slightly. he always wanted to try this with mary, but he never worked up the courage to ask. it seemed degrading, to do something like that to his wife. but now he's with adam, and he has no compunctions whatsoever about degrading him. james watches the tears collect on the other man's eyelashes and wonders how to get him to cry some more. he pulls out his index finger and lightly circles adam's hole, the contact almost teasing, then tries pushing in his index and middle fingers at the same time. ] You feel good.

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