Aoba's hand weakly tries to shove at your face, but you seize his wrist with practised ease. You can see the tears in his eyes, and his moans of pleasure had long since turned into whimpers of pain. You smile at him, his form small and frail beneath you. He's not weak, but he's not strong enough either.
"Mink, stop..." he whispers, his eyes pleading with you. He's not using that tone, though. You suppose that's a good thing. Actually, if he really wanted to make you stop, he could. This proves that he deserves this. You shake your head slowly, your grip tightening on his wrist.
"You know I can't," you reply, always the same answer. "You need to be taught a lesson, you big dumb gay." Roughly, you buck your hips and drive into him. He wasn't ready for it, and he lets out a stiff scream, his entire body tensing. His face contorts, a mixture of several emotions you can't name, and you can feel him shaking as he draws in a shallow breath.
You know it hurts. It's meant to. Your teeth nip at his shoulder, none too softly, and he lets out another weak noise. "Say it," you growl, your teeth now roughly scraping his collar bones. "Say...it." He bucks underneath you, trying to knock you off of him, but only succeeds in taking you deeper.
"I'm..." he sighs, resigned. "I'm a big dumb gay..." Silence follows. You begin to thrust again. Now you want to hear him say it as he hits his limit.