"You're going to have so many bruises tomorrow. My fingers on your hips." He didn't feel guilty, not anymore. He wanted to see those marks. He wanted finger shaped bruises all over Adrian's body, marking him as his. The word had terrified Stephen months and months ago, but now, he just held tighter as he fucked Adrian.
"I want to see you come, baby," he said in Adrian's ear. "I want to see you fight with that ring and come." He reached around to fist Adrian, knowing that the shift pressed their bodies together, increasing the pressure on Adrian's back.