At first, Luke couldn't believe it. Reggie, sweet, kind, innocent Reggie, who'd been subjected to so much abuse as a child it's a wonder he came out so pure, was into rough sex. Hair pulling, nail scratching, hand around his throat kind of rough. The sounds he would make when Luke pinned him to the mattress by his wrists were unlike any other. How he wanted it fast and rough, not caring if blood was spilled.
Reggie got off on the idea of Luke leaving bruises and bitemarks in the wake of their lovemaking. He loved the thrill of having to cover hickeys and scratch marks, lest his bandmates see the destruction of his porcelain skin. He enjoyed the painful tingle he got whenever his clothing brushed too hard against his bruises.
The first time Luke and Reggie fucked, was… good. Not very exciting. Kinda vanilla. There was something missing, a spark, something to spice things up. The first time Luke spanked Reggie, the bassist moaned so prettily and obscenely Luke thought he'd died and gone to heaven. He wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life. It was like music to his ears, and Luke practically breathed music.
Once he'd discovered what really turned Reggie on, their sex life got a lot more exciting. Luke craved control. He liked topping, he liked pinning Reggie down, controlling the pace and intensity. Sex was a great stress relief for him, and after the fight he'd just had with his parents, Luke was itching to blow off some steam.
"Hey Luke! What's u—" Reggie started, walking into the studio and closing the door behind him.
Luke pinned Reggie against the door, arms bracketing his head, after he'd slid the door's lock into place. He hungrily attacked Reggie's lips with his own, biting at his lips and shoving his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Reggie squeaked in surprise, but instantly fell into the comforts of submitting. Their teeth clashed together, and Luke pressed his body so their chests and crotches were flush with one another.
They both began to get hard from the intimate contact and bruising kisses. Luke pulled back, before suckling hickies down the column of Reggie's throat, grazing his teeth over sensitive skin eliciting breathy whines from the boy. He knew he'd leave marks, and the thought of the colourful splotches decorating the fragile boy's skin just spurned him on further. He reached the junction between the side of Reggie's neck and his shoulder, and he bit down, sinking his teeth into porcelain flesh. Reggie threw his head back, giving Luke full access to anywhere he wanted to mark up.
The two quickly took things from the door to the middle of the room, only separating enough to undress in a flurry of clothes and limbs. Once they were both free, Luke latched his mouth onto Reggie's nipple, rolling the sensitive nub between his teeth, and he reached one hand to roughly roll the other between his fingers, pinching and rubbing the peak until it turned red from the friction. He switched sides, making sure to deliver the same brutal treatment to each side evenly. His other arm snaked around Reggie's waist, holding his boney hip in a bruising grip. When Luke was satisfied with the state he'd left his chest, he began moving down Reggie's body, leaving a trail of bruising skin and bitemarks in his wake. He paid extra attention to his v-line, before bypassing his junk all together, and nipping at his thighs. Reggie faltered slightly, leaning against the back of the couch to help keep steady. He was almost accustomed to the harsh treatment his pale skin was going through. This didn't make him love it any less. He reveled in the feeling of controlled and pleasurable pain.
Reggie reached out to lazily stroke Luke's hardened cock, leaving feather light touches on the reddened skin, a gentleness so opposite of what was happening to his own skin, the contrast driving the other male mad. He ghosted his thumb over the strained tip, just barely enough contact over Luke's slit to pick up the bead of precum that had cropped up. He brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the liquid off while keeping eye contact with Luke. Luke looked up from between Reggie's legs, momentarily stopping his ministration of bites to the sensitive spots on Reg's inner thighs.
"Fuck." Luke breathed.
Reggie gently bit his slightly swollen lip, trying to hide a smile. He knew what he was doing, knew the effect he'd have on his partner.
Luke rose from his knees, grabbing a fistful of Reggie's hair to pull the boy into a searing kiss, his other hand digging into the skin of his thigh, right under the swell of his ass. Their cocks rubbed together almost painfully, and both boys moaned into the kiss.
"Bend over." Luke commanded, pulling away from Reggie's lips with nothing but a string of spit connecting the two.
Reggie did as he was told, turning around and bending over the back of the couch. The rough fabric scratched at his aching cockhead, but he welcomed any touch he could get. Luke shoved two fingers into Reggie's mouth, and he swirled his tongue around the digits, trying to get as much saliva on them as he could, knowing that this would be their only lube. As suddenly as they'd appeared, the fingers were gone, and Reggie shivered in anticipation of what was to come.
Luke used one hand to spread Reggie's asscheeks, then unceremoniously stuck his two fingers into Reggie's hole, not bothering with any teasing or rimming. The boy groaned at the burn, bucking into the couch. Luke held him steady, a hand pressing firmly on the small of his back, and he scissored his fingers inside of his entrance. Reggie jerked at the sensation, before attempting to push back into his fingers, needing more.
The fingers were pulled out of him, and a whine was ripped from Reggie's throat from the absence, but before long, Luke's dick took their place. He was quite thick, and he pushed in quickly, fucking in and out without letting Reggie adjust to his size. He grabbed Reggie's hips, before pounding into him, thrusts deep and hard, nails biting fragile skin and leaving crescent moon indents that almost glowed with redness.
"Ah!" Reggie panted, breath coming in shaky and uneven.
One hand left his hip, moving to firmly clamp around his throat, and Luke could feel the rumble from Reggie's moans vibrating through his fingers.
Both boys were quickly covered in a sheen of sweat, and the smell of sex permeated the air.
Every rock of their hips sent Reggie's dick into the fabric of the couch, and he weeped precum onto the sofa. Luke moved to grab a fistful of Reggie's hair, abandoning his throat to pull the strands as hard as could without actually pulling any hair out. Reggie's head snapped back, and he arched his back to ease the stress on his neck. This only served to deepen Luke's brutally paced thrusts.
Each time he slid in, he hit his prostate, ripping choked out moans from the boy's abused throat. The hand that gripped his hip soon snaked around his body, and wrapped around his boner. Luke thumbed at the tip, spreading precum across the head. He pulled the skin back a little, rubbing at the sensitive glands, before jerking down to the base of his cock. He kept the grip firm, and matched the pace with his hips. Everytime he thrust in, his hand went down, everytime he pulled out, his hand passed over the tip.
It wasn't long before Reggie's body tensed up, his dick stiffening even more, before spurting his seed into Luke's awaiting hand. Reggie's ass clenched beautifully around Luke, the tightness nearly milking an orgasm out of him too, but he held on. Luke wasn't ready yet.
Reggie sagged a little, as the orgasm seeped all the energy from his body. Luke didn't let up, smearing Reggie's cum all over his sensitive member, and still hitting that bundle of nerves inside of him.
Reggie cried out, as he registered the pain from overstimulation. It felt like fire was dancing across his reddened penis, and his ass tingled painfully. As Luke continued to fuck him with ferver, he grew hard again, dick swelling with renewed enthusiasm, and Reggie could practically feel Luke's smirk.
"You like that, huh?" Luke grunted, lips barely touching Reg's ear. He then sucked at the skin just behind his ear, before taking the earlobe into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive spot.
Reggie practically mewled in response, feeling like he was melting under the other boy's ministrations.
Suddenly, Luke pulled out and removed his hand from Reggie's achingly hard cock. Reggie whined, and Luke ran a single finger just inside the rim of his gaping hole, the muscles periodically trying to clench around the smaller intrusion. He gasped and attempted to grind into Luke's hand, earning a swift hit to his asscheek, and he moaned at the sharp pain.
"Please…" Reggie begged, incoherently.
Luke paused, completely pulling away. He pretended to contemplate it, before finally giving in and manhandling Reggie's lanky body onto the couch cushions.
He pressed Reggie's face down, hard enough to muffle his moans but not hard enough to cut off his air supply. He grabbed his wrists in one hand, holding them down above his head. Reggie's breathing picked up, getting impossibly more turned on by the feeling of being pinned down. Luke straddled him, and used his other hand to guide himself back into Reggie's awaiting hole.
He sat there, buried to the hilt, one hand keeping Reggie's wrists down, the other firmly pushing the back of his head down. He stayed still, giving Reggie's wrists a warning squeeze every time the boy tried to buck or grind into him. He strung him on in anticipation, tension filling the room.
Without warning, he snapped his hips in and out of Reggie, and the couch groaned in protest beneath them. The fast paced thrusts became more and more erratic as Luke got closer to his orgasm. Reggie moaned and whined beneath him, his wrists sore and hole filled. His member leaked onto the sofa, fabric rubbing him almost uncomfortably.
Luke came with a cry, and he kept himself flush with Reggie as he spilled his seed into his warm, spasming hole. The sensation drove the other boy over the edge, and he came all over the couch and his stomach.
He pulled out, and admired his handiwork. Reggie stayed facedown, body heaving with stuttered breaths. His rim was reddened, wet with Luke's cum. A moment later, the thick white liquid slowly seeped out of his hole, and Reggie tried in vain to clench enough to keep it inside him. Cum slipped down his ass, towards his thighs and taint.
After a few moments, Luke pulled Reggie up, forcing him to stand in front of him. Luke sank to his knees in front of him, engulfing his length into his mouth. Reggie let out a weak whine, and tried to pull away. Luke bobbed up and down, before pulling off and looking up at Reggie through his lashes.
"Do you want me to stop?" Luke asked, hot breath hitting Reggie's spit covered dick.
"No." He panted.
"Think you can cum one more time for me?"
"Yeah," he uttered, "yeah I think I can."
Luke took him back into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive head, and tracing a wet trail down the vein on the underside of Reggie's cock. Luke suppressed a gag when he hit the back of his throat, taking a moment to ground himself while breathing deeply through his nose. He raked his teeth across the sensitive skin, reaching up at the same time to leave bright red scratches down Reggie's back and over his ass.
The combination of pleasure and pain made Reggie harden once more, and both boys couldn't help but be glad that he had a relatively short refractory period. Reggie soon was made into a moaning mess, the final straw being when Luke gently bit at his slit, after having scraped his teeth up and down his length a few times, and over the reddened head.
Reggie grasped at Luke's shoulders, needing to stabilize himself against the other boy to stay standing up. He cock twitched slightly, and he came weakly down Luke's throat. Luke swallowed him down, not spilling a drop. He pulled off one final time with a slight pop, and he rose to his feet to give Reggie a tongue filled kiss. He found it so hot when he knew Reggie could taste himself in Luke's mouth.
He gently guided Reggie to sit on the couch, cringing slightly knowing that there'd be stains to take care of in the morning. Luke grabbed a damp washcloth from the studio's bathroom, and made quick work of cleaning Reg up. He then pushed him in the direction of the loft, with promises of post sex cuddles after he'd gotten himself cleaned up. He grabbed a couple bandages when he'd finished taking care of himself, having noticed that he'd left a couple of particularly deep scratches near Reggie's hips that had begun to slowly ooze blood.
He joined him on the mattress, gently pressing kisses over the bandaged skin.
"Sorry if I was too rough." He meekly apologized.
"You're good," Reggie assured him, "if I wanted you to stop at any point, I'd tell you. Besides, it was pretty hot."
Luke hummed in response, throwing an arm across Reggie's bare chest. Reggie, in turn, splayed a leg over Luke's, cuddling in as close as he could.
"We're gonna have to burn that couch."