~~I'm Not an Angel~~
"Randy, please, I need it."
"Beg, bitch." Randy pushed his fingers in harder.
"Please, baby. I need you to own me."
"I'm not your baby." Randy pulled his fingers out and pushed himself inside of John without anymore warning. John threw his head back and howled in pained pleasure. Randy's pace was rough and possessive. John grunted and groaned until they were both at that high, that one ounce of pleasure they always hit together. Randy pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed. His breathing was erratic. He couldn't look down at his dick. He knew what he would see. Blood, every time…every single time, Randy would tear John up, but John never once complained. Never once told Randy to leave he'd just open his arms and ask for more.
"Randy…"
"I can't do this anymore, John."
"You say that every time."
"Your blood, John, your blood is…"
"Randy, I know. Lie down, it'll be alright. It always is."
"Why didn't you listen when I told you that night that we couldn't?"
"Because I am stubborn and you're like forbidden fruit." John shrugged and scooted closer to Randy's back.
"John, I'll just keep hurting you."
"So?"
"I hate hurting you."
"I love you, though." John touched the small of Randy's back.
Randy sighed and lied down by John, "I love you, too, but John, I'm not an angel."
"I know, Rand. I know." John leaned in and kissed Randy softly.
~~End