Landen set a rhythm. Relentless. Each thrust deep and deliberate, driving into him harshly. His hands gripped Adriel's hips hard enough to bruise, holding him in place, taking what he wanted.
Adriel's moans were continuous now. He couldn't stop them. Didn't want to. His body was taking everything Landen gave him and begging for more with every desperate sound that fell from his lips.
Landen shifted. Flipped him over in one smooth movement, pulling out and turning him, then pushing back inside before Adriel could catch his breath. He pulled Adriel's thighs up, hooked them over his shoulders, and the new angle made Adriel cry out; deeper, impossibly deeper, every thrust hitting exactly right.
"Look at you," Landen breathed.
His pace didn't slow. If anything, it grew harder, more urgent. His eyes were dark, focused, watching every reaction, drinking in every sound.
"Taking me so well." Thrust. "So perfect." Thrust. "My perfect boy."
Adriel's eyes were streaming tears. He couldn't have said when they'd started. His body was beyond his control, beyond thought, beyond anything except the feeling of Landen inside him and Landen's voice in his ear and the relentless building of pleasure that had nowhere left to go.
"You've been so good," Landen said. His voice was wrecked, barely controlled, the words coming in time with his thrusts. "Such a good boy. You've waited so long for me. Taken everything I gave you."
Adriel sobbed.
"Cum for me," Landen said.
Adriel's whole body locked. His back arched, his mouth opened on a scream that didn't come. His cock pulsed between them, untouched, spilling onto his stomach in hot stripes as his body clamped down around Landen.
And then nothing.
Nothing but white and silence and the feeling of being held as the world slowly reassembled itself around him.
But Landen didn't stop.
Adriel felt it before he understood it, Landen pulling back, still hard, still inside him. Felt him thrust forward again, slow at first, then building.
"Landen…" Adriel's voice was wrecked.
He thrust deeper. Harder. The angle shifted, and suddenly he was hitting that spot again, the one that made Adriel's whole body seize, the one that made stars burst behind his eyes.
Adriel keened. High and helpless, a sound he'd never heard himself make. His oversensitive body was screaming, every nerve on fire, but Landen didn't stop. Didn't slow. Just kept driving into him with that relentless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of too-much through his system.
"Look at you," Landen said. His mouth was at Adriel's ear now, his voice low and dark and filthy. "So desperate for me. Came and you're still needy. Still want more."
Adriel shook his head. "I can't… it's too much…"
"You can." Landen's hand slid between them, wrapped around Adriel's cock. It was already hard again, weeping, sensitive to the point of pain. Landen's grip was firm, unrelenting. "You'll take what I give you. Won't you?"
Adriel sobbed.
"Yes," he gasped. "Yes, anything…"
"I know." Landen's thrusts grew harder, faster. "I know you will. You're so easy for me. So needy. So desperate to be good."
Adriel's hands fisted in the sheets. His whole body was shaking, caught between too much and not enough, between the oversensitivity and the building pressure that shouldn't have been possible.
"Please," he heard himself say. Didn't know what he was asking for. Didn't care. "Please, please, please…"
"Please what?" Landen's voice was rough. "Tell me what you want."
Adriel couldn't. Didn't have words. Just shook his head, tears streaming, mouth open on sounds he couldn't control.
Landen's hand tightened on his cock. Stroked him in time with his thrusts, rough and perfect and devastating.
"You want to be my good boy," Landen said. It wasn't a question.