Taunting Untold Feelings

Zakhar groaned lowly.

He loved the way his Mother tongue rolled from lino's tongue.

"Come sulle mani e sulle ginocchia," he ordered in a soft, lustful growl. Now he was going to take the boy and this time he didn't give a fuck about who saw him.

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Get on your hands and knees

Lino again kissed the side of the man's head passionately before obediently pulling away.

He positioned himself on his hands and knee's, the textured tile around the pool biting into his skin.

He hoped that as Zakhar thrust into him it would cause the tile to cut away into his knee's and palms.

Zakhar bowed over the boy, pressing his lips to the broken skin on a cheek, tongue laving over it to clean it of blood before he nipped it sharply again, reopening the wound.

"Vuoi che ti scopi veloce o lento?" he asked in a purr, his warm breath fanning out over the damp skin of Lino's backside.

His hair brushed against Lino's skin as he began kissing up the boy's back, pausing occasionally to nip the skin harshly.

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Do you want me to fuck you fast or slow?

Lino kept his eyes closed tight, his breath heavy as he waited anxiously for Zakhar to take him.

He whimpered out a cry when his Master reopened the little wound, his body shivering.

“Veloce. Ho ancora voglia di farti male.” He said in a quivering voice.

His body jolted every time that Zakhar bit at his flesh, his back arching in before forcing himself to relax again.

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"Fast. I still want it to hurt."

"Masochista piccolo. Il mio piccolo masochista," he purred darkly in the boy's ear as he readied himself to mount him.

If he wanted it to hurt, Zakhar would make it hurt.

Little things that would sting like a bitch and mount up after time.

His hand came down hard on the broken flesh of the boy's backside as he thrust into him just as hard, starting up a fast pace immediately.

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Little masochist. My little masochist

The man’s whispers were like a dark melody inside the boy’s ears. They made him shiver with the sick sense of delight they caused his body to feel.

He gasped out loudly when his Master hit him while thrusting in at the same time. For a second, the pup’s vision was blinded with white from the shock and pain.

He bucked his head back and pressed his finger tips into the tile, tears welling up in his all ready swollen eyes yet again.

His thrusts were hard and fast, one hand gripping the boy's hip tight, nails pricking his skin.

He wanted to hear the soft whimpers and whines. Those delicious sounds that the boy made that had him moaning and groaning in return. Those sounds were ones that he would never get tired of.

The Lycan's hand gripped and kneaded the abused skin of Lino's cheek. The dark red blood spilled from the wound and stained his own pale skin a pinkish red.

The pups head tilted down again as he gasped and cried out. Tears again graced his cheeks from the man's brutal actions.

He worked his body against Zakhar's motions, pushing his hips back when Zakhar would push forward.

Zakhar's ears would be given more then just the whimpers and whines. No, Lino was moaning and crying loudly now, shivering as his Master fucked him the way he wanted him to.

Zakhar gave a low growl, his hand lifting from the boy's backside to pull his head up by his curly hair.

He didn't want toe boy to look down. He wanted him to stare ahead proudly as he fucked him.

"Ti piace questo, non è vero? Me cazzo duro. Il dolore. Le lacrime. Ti piace," he purred darkly as he bowed his head to kiss and nip the boys shoulder as his hips continued their pace.

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You like this, don't you? Me fucking you hard. The pain. The tears. You love it.

Lino couldn’t help but let out a yelp when his hair was pulled back. He forced himself to open up his eyes all the way, though he still couldn’t see well through everything that was happening.

“Si Signore!” He bellowed desperately, still forcing his own body to rock back in time to thrust against the man’s movements.

Every time Zakhar’s member hit Lino’s g-spot his body would convulse about with unbearable, painful rapture.

"Tu ami questa," he purred, fingers slipping from the boy's hair and over his chest.

He pinched a nipple roughly, rolling it between his fingers. He wanted the same loud gasping moan that he had gotten last time he had done this. The same as when Farris was there watching them.

He wanted to hear the boy breathless with a mixture of both pain and pleasure.

"Io vado a lavorare in su fino a quando non ce la faccio più," he purred in a dark promise, his hand sliding lower again to grasp Lino's arousal, pumping it slowly, thumb pressing against his slit and moving in a slow circular motion.

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You love this

I'm going to work you up until you can't take it any more

On impulsive reaction his head tilted down again, but he forced himself to look back up.

"Si." Was all he could breath out between thrusts in response to Zakhar saying he loved it. It was more then love, it was obsession. It was a need that he couldn't live without.

A loud cry emitted from his lips when he felt the mans fingers pinch at the bud on his chest, his body bucking about in reckless reaction.

"Bene" he grunted at the dark promise, staring ahead at nothing at all.

His eyes rolled around in his head when he felt the man grip at his erection, long and achy moans coming from his chest at the way the man touched and fucked him all at once.

His hand continued toe soft strokes and pumps, slowly speeding up so his hand was moving at the same speed as his hips.

"Dimmi quando vuoi venire," he ordered with a grunt.

His nails bit into the boy's skin harder, piercing it and sending littler rivulet's of blood trickling down his thigh.

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Tell me when you want to come

The faster Zakhar's motions became, the less able he was to speak or even think coherent thoughts.

The surging stimulation was taking over his body to unbearable levels.

All he could do in response to his Master's order was nod his head while he continued to moan and cry out between panting breaths.

For as long as possible he worked his body as best he could with the man's thrusts, but he was growing weak, and his thighs were tensing and twitching as he felt the pressure inside himself building up high.

"S-Signore! Zakhar!" He cried out, his body jolting. "Non riesco a tenere in più!"

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"Master! Zakhar!"

"I can't hold it in anymore!"

As soon as the boy cried out, Zakhar pulled out and stopped the thrusting of his hand.

His hands stroked over Lino's back and sides gently as he grinned to himself.

He'd work the boy up, stop and let him calm down just to do it over and over again. He'd send the boy mad with lust and the need to come.

Zakhar purred lowly as he stroked the boy's trembling thighs.

He gasped out loudly when he felt the man pull out of him. He's stopped touching him as well. His eyes widened when he realized what his master was doing to him.

He looked over his shoulder at the man with pleading eyes, his body trembling from having come so close to release and then being denied.

The air nipped at his wet skin, the coldness conflicting against how hot his body was.

Zakhar grinned.

The pleading look did nothing. Zakhar had chosen his path and he was going to take it. He'd rile the boy up then watch him fade over and over.

The orgasm would be so much sweeter in the long run.

His hands continued to stroke over the skin of his back and thighs.

His chest continued to heave from being worked up, but the pressure inside himself was dying down. He looked down again, waiting patiently for Zakhar to start again, despite how difficult it was for him.

He swallowed and whimpered softly as he waited, his drying curls hanging over his face.

In the back of his mind he wondered if anyone else would come and see them like this. So long as they weren't Farris he didn't care.

Dannazione, perché doveva essere Farris?

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Dammit, why did it have to be Farris?

He chuckled softly then the boy looked down, tapping his backside, nudging him a little.

Look up, he prompted mentally. He hated it when Lino looked down. He looked so weak and pathetic when he did. Zakhar liked to see a little fire in his lover.

He stroked the boy's arousal for a few moments before he began a slow pumping motion again. No penetration just yet. perhaps he may alternate between penetration and jerking the boy off between pausing to calm him down somewhat.

Getting the hint, Lino looked up again, though his eyes remained closed and his body throbbing.

"Dio" He whispered. "Zakhar."

He let his body relax gratefully once he again felt the mans touches around his arousal, sighing out in relief.

Zakhar chuckled huskily.

Oh, how he loved the breathy little sighs of his name.

He gave a sharp slap to the younger Wolf's thigh, leaving a blazing red hand print burning on his tanned skin.

His other hand continued with the gentle stroking and pumping.

He sucked in his breath harshly when he felt his Master hit him, the burning stinging through his flesh and causing his entire body to quiver.

Tears continued to fill his silver blue eyes.

He didn't love Zakhar. He knew he never could.

But he loved being with Zakhar. He loved the way his Master owned him and abused him. How possessive he was of him and how he even branded the boy's flesh with his name.

He loved wearing the man's collar around his neck.

Zakhar purred as he nipped and kissed at the boy's shoulder.

He loved this. Denying both himself and Lino an orgasm so they could reach a far more powerful one at a later stage.

It gave him a sense of power knowing that he could control something like that. He could control Lino's pleasure.

Without thinking Lino needily presses his hips back against Zakhar's manhood, grinding tentatively up against it.

His member pulsed with the attentions, and a bit of pre cum seeped from the young man's arousal.

He continued to whimper as his body became more impatient.

Zakhar ground his hips forwards against Lino's.

"Vuoi questo?" he purred lowly, thrusting his hips forwards but not entering the boy. No, he wouldn't just yet.

"Quanto vicino sono a venire?" he asked, bringing his hand down on the boy's backside yet again with a loud slap.

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Do you want this?

How close are you to coming?