He used his thumb to wipe some blood from his lip and pressed it firmly but softly onto Elian's lower lip, smearing it like a lip colorant across Elian's mouth.
Elian should have felt disgusted, yet he found himself sticking his tongue out to take Lucien's blood off his lip, his ears turning red from the dirty action.
"Do you not like it when I fuck you?" Lucien whispered against Elian's lips, his hand lowering to cup Elian's ass from behind, pressing him firmly against his hips.
Elian gulped, "I... I do..." He answered shamefully.
Lucien smirked, his lips brushing against Elian's cheek, staining Elian's spotless skin with his blood. "Do you not beg me for more? Faster... deeper... harder—"
"I do, okay?! I do, can you stop now?" Elian's voice cracked as he held back tears.
He hated himself for doing everything Lucien accused. He said he was no whore, yet the moment Lucien's hand touched him, he begged and cried like one.
