[C][M] Free Reign

Maks rolled his eyes, Lyo always had been a total stick in the mud.

"What ever."

He muttered pulling himself up off the couch and heading back toward his clothes, yanking on his pants and pulling out another smoke, lighting it up and inhaling deeply.

"Gimme a call when you grow a pair of balls."

He added, pulling on his shirt in annoyance.

Lyo slumped back against the couch when Maks stood up.

Asshole.

Maks knew he wanted to fuck, but he also knew that he really couldn't in the house. His mother would murder him brutally and if eh was dead, they couldn't fuck in the future.

"Going out to fuck the snow?"

"Might as well, only action I am going to see tonight."

He replied, pulling on his coat and shoving his gun back into his pockets before putting his boots on.

"No, scrap that, I'll go to some sleazy ass bar, pick up a stripper with huge tits and have myself some proper fun.

Meanwhile you can sit here while your pubes grow in."

Lyo acted like a child, being scare of his mother, it was ridiculous and he wasn't going to wait around.

Alyosha snorted loudly.

Maks got so pissed off at him. He got pissed off at it himself. They'd been together and fucking for two years now but they had never done it here in his house.

He wished they didn't have to just be at Maks' place to be able to have sex.

But his mother was the only family that he had a good relationship with. He didn't want to strain that.

"Think of me when you fuck her," he sighed, reaching for the vodka bottle again.

This sort of shit had always pissed him off, he was sick of being told no because Lyo was afraid of upsetting his mother. He would rather spare the woman's feelings than be with him.

Though he never let it upset him, when he wanted something he went and got it, even if it meant getting it from someone else.

"I will."

He muttered, flipping Lyo off before leaving the house to go dig up his bike, he gave a growl when it still wasn't working, kicking it roughly before leaning down and searching for the problem.

Alyosha hissed a rough sigh.

He fucking hated these tiffs. He was left frustrated and alone at the end of them.

The man tossed down his bottle, getting up as it smashed against the floor and heading towards the front door.

He was going to get fucking murdered.

Lyo threw open the door, completely naked, as he stormed out of the house.

He picked Maks up, slinging him over his shoulder as he stormed back towards the house. It was seriously fucking cold out here. Maks hadn't been kidding.

Maks growled loudly as he was hoisted into the air, he knew there was no one else around here would would dare pick him up like this besides Lyo.

He looked down as he was slung over the man's should and laughed loudly at the man's naked form.

"You idiot!"

Lyo was going to freeze to death at this rate, and he had been worried about a little frost bite.

Leaned over he pressed a kiss to the man's neck before nipping him sharply.
"Lets just fuck in the shower."
He added, that way they could both get what they wanted.

"I know."

He was an idiot. He didn't know how he'd lasted seventeen years without getting himself killed.

Lyo groaned when his neck was nipped.

He dropped the boy roughly when he was inside, groaning in discomfort as he closed the door. His feet were fucking freezing.

"Later. Right now I'm bending you over whatever close enough. Stand. Now."

His voice was a soft growl as he rubbed his feet against the carpet in a terrible attempt at heating them up a little.

Maks grunted as he landed roughly on the floor, looking up at Lyo as he was growled at, the victorious little smirk still on his face.

Lyo had chosen him and come after him.

He quickly got to his feet when he was told to, Lyo was normally quite calm though when he got worked up there could be a whole lot of trouble.

"Oh shit.."

He muttered as he looked into the front room, there was shattered glass and vodka on the floor, he had really pissed Lyo off, that much was obvious.

"Your mom is going to lose her shit."

He leg raised, knee colliding roughly with the boy's cheek. The collision was hard enough to leave a lovely bright bruise on his cheek.

That little smirk was infuriating.

"I know she is."

Conversation over.

His hand gripped the boy's hair roughly, dragging him upwards so he was standing on the tips of his toes, barely balancing; being held up by Alyosha's grip on his hair.

His lips claimed Maks' with a bruising force.

Maks growled and clutched his cheek, it fucking hurt when Lyo decided to be rough with him.

The boy hissed as his hair was grabbed, clasping onto Lyo's hands, trying to pull them down and ease some of the stain being put on his hair, he would feel multiple stands being yanked out of his head.

Things were serious now, he was going to be made sorry for storming out that door.

Maks kissed him back eagerly, groaning in against his lips, biting and yanking over them, his tongue invading Lyo's mouth.

Alyosha pushed the man towards the couch roughly as he pulled away from him.

"Strip. Now."

He didn't want to see a stitch of clothing on the boy. He wanted him bare as the day he was born and bent over ready for him.

Maks would be very sorry for walking out that door like that. He wouldn't be able to walk for a good while after this.

"Spread."

Maks stumbled toward the couch, colliding with it, causing him to grunt.

He cast Lyo a stare over his shoulder before stripping off, letting his clothes fall to the ground.

He was getting what he had wanted but he had a feeling that he would be regretting this rather quickly.

Once he was naked Maks bend over the couch and spread his legs apart, he was going to feel the full force of Lyo's rage.

Alyosha paused for a moment to stroke the boy's backside and thighs gently in admiration.

It was almost a ritual he did.

Despite Maks being such an asshole, he was thankful that he had the man in his life. No matter how much they pissed each other off, he did love the boy.

A stupid decision, but one he was sticking by.

He gripped Maks' cheeks and spread them, exposing his entrance as he leaned down, first to lave his tongue over the ring of muscles, then spitting on it.

He turned his head to bite down on the boy's cheek so hard he left a perfect circular cut in his skin that wept blood.

Maks gave a small smile as his backside and thighs were stroked, even when he was angry Lyo took the time to admire his body.

Lyo was the only one who got to see him like this, he slept around sometimes but only ever with women, he was the only man in his life.

His eyes slid shut as he braced himself for the pain he was about to endure, pain wasn't something new to him, he was very accustomed to it. He endured the pain more easily when Lyo was the one doing it, everything he did was out of passion, if the man didn't care about him then he would still be out in the snow trying to fix his bike.

Lyo loved him, and he lover Lyo, he just had an odd way of showing it.

A shiver chased through him as the tongue swiped over his ring then grunted loudly as his cheek was bitten into harshly.

His teeth sank into the opposite cheek, giving him a matching bite mark.

Maks would be feeling this for a while. He'd be sore. He'd have bruises and bitemarks and feel extremely sore for quite a while after this.

He stepped back, tongue running over his painted lips and his piercings to clean them.

Alyosha smirked darkly as he pressed the head of his arousal to Mak's entrance, rubbing him excruciatingly slowly; teasing him with his length without giving him what he knew he wanted.

He gave another groan, the sound a mixture of pain and pleasure as he was bitten again.

Already he knew that he wouldn't be going anywhere any time soon, not that it mattered, then he just had an excuse to curl up in Lyo's bed for a few days.

"Fucking tease."

He murmured, pressing back against the tip of Lyo's arousal, he wanted it inside of if him sooner rather than later.

He thrust into Maks without warning a beat after he murmured at him.

"Is this what you wanted?" he grunted as he began rocking his hips harshly.

He didn't give Maks any time to adjust to him.

If Maks wanted him to fuck him, he'd give him just what he wanted. He'd fuck Maks brutally.

Maks cried out as he was entered, his head tossing back as a violent shudder ran through him.

He gripped onto the couch roughly, holding his chest against the back board to stop his body from being slammed into it with each thrust.

He let his head sag as he looked down at the couch beneath him, groaning as his insides were pounded, he could feel Lyo deep within his stomach.
"Fuuuck...."
He murmured, the muscles of his body tensing.

"Is this what you wanted?" he repeated in a growl.

His hand slid down the boy's back in a deceptively gentle caress.

Not a moment later his hand curled around Mak's throat, dragging him up and squeezing his throat hard.

This was something that was starting to get more and more common when the two of them fucked. Under Mak's coaxing, Alyosha was exploring his developing kinks.

One that he found he really enjoyed was hearing Maks struggle with his breathing and feel his throat move under his palm.

Maks yelped as he was pulled up by his throat, swallowing thickly as he gave a gag.

His hands moved to grip Lyo's, his breath coming in shallow pants as he looked up at the man.

"Yes.."

He wheezed as his eyes flickered, he hadn't wanted it so rough but that came with pissing Lyo off, at the very least they were close to one another and soon he would feel his own pleasure when Lyo calmed down a little.

Lyo gave an appreciative moan as he felt Maks gag against his hand.

He loved that feeling. He was careful with doing it, though he did enjoy it when he did.

Slowly he was coming to accept that he did like acting rough play as much as he liked receiving it from Maks.

Speaking of the boy, he was being very obedient right now. Usually he'd have already tried to dominate him. It was strange having him so obedient.

Unlike most people, he wasn't scared of Lyo when the boy was mad, he could be intimidating but Maks knew better than to be worried about being around him.

He would be a little worse for ware but Lyo had always taken care of him.

In truth, he was enjoying this rough treatment, it gave Lyo a chance to blow off some steam and calm down, he would allow the man a little while longer before he launched his counter strike.

Alyosha's teeth sank into the shell of Maks' ear, yanking sharply at his piercings.

His hand tightened roughly on his throat again as his hips rocked against him roughly.

He wasn't slow or gentle in the slightest.

Maks had seriously pissed him off by walking out that door like that and he didn't want Maks thinking he could keep doing shit like that and get away with it.

Maks cried out as he was rocked into rough and the hand around his throat tightened, the sound wheezed slightly by unavailable amounts of air.

Being held like this while he was being hammered took his breath away, quite literally.

He gasped for air around a groan.

His arm pulled forward before slamming back into Lyo's ribs with all the force he could muster.

He pulled away from the man, panting heavily, holding his throat as he gasped, his legs trembling as he stood, he could already feel an immense aching between his legs.

"Jerk."

He wheezed before pouncing on the man and trying to pin him to the ground.