[ Derek feels - better. He nearly lost to fresh meat, and that kind of freaks him out, given how much of his new identity depends on being some successful Alpha who's never taken a fall in this place. He's gonna have to work harder from here on out. Can't get complacent again. He's gotta work if he wants to maintan his dominance, and it looks like Barry's the poor sucker he's gonna have to make an example out of. Nobody can hit him like that again.
He slaps Barry on the cheek, just light enough to keep his attention but hard enough to feel it reverberate through his cock. He grinds himself forward, pushing Barry tighter and tighter against the grate, forcing himself through all of Barry's resistance whether he wants him to or not. Any time Barry flinches or winces or gags or tries to pull away, Derek only slaps him or pulls his hair again to keep him focused. He holds eye contact the entire time, predatory and satisfied. ]
Nearly... nearly there.
[ He can feel Barry's throat stretching and flexing around his cock now. The tip of Derek's cock is drooling pre straight into Barry's stomach, and Derek tightens his abs and holds his breath as he finally, finally forces that last inch between his newest loser's lips, burying Barry's nose in the patch of hair above his cock and holding him tightly in place. ]
There you go. Just like that. Hold it. Don't choke.
[Being called a 'good boy,' like he's a child or a dog, just makes Barry's cheeks burn with humiliation all the more. Not that he has time to think about that, when Derek is pushing forward, shoving more and more inches into Barry's mouth, and Barry can't stop himself from choking and gagging.
Those slaps do a good job of keeping him focused, even as he feels his throat being stretched open around the bigger man's cock. Barry tries to look defiant, really does his level best to return that predatory stare with a taunting, challenging glare -- but that's not exactly easy when his eyes are watering and he's trying not to choke.
Trying and failing, because as the last inch is shoved in, Barry chokes hard again, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as his eyes stream. He can't move with Derek holding him there, but god, he can feel every inch of that cock, feel the warm drip of pre down his gullet.]
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[ Derek feels - better. He nearly lost to fresh meat, and that kind of freaks him out, given how much of his new identity depends on being some successful Alpha who's never taken a fall in this place. He's gonna have to work harder from here on out. Can't get complacent again. He's gotta work if he wants to maintan his dominance, and it looks like Barry's the poor sucker he's gonna have to make an example out of. Nobody can hit him like that again.
He slaps Barry on the cheek, just light enough to keep his attention but hard enough to feel it reverberate through his cock. He grinds himself forward, pushing Barry tighter and tighter against the grate, forcing himself through all of Barry's resistance whether he wants him to or not. Any time Barry flinches or winces or gags or tries to pull away, Derek only slaps him or pulls his hair again to keep him focused. He holds eye contact the entire time, predatory and satisfied. ]
Nearly... nearly there.
[ He can feel Barry's throat stretching and flexing around his cock now. The tip of Derek's cock is drooling pre straight into Barry's stomach, and Derek tightens his abs and holds his breath as he finally, finally forces that last inch between his newest loser's lips, burying Barry's nose in the patch of hair above his cock and holding him tightly in place. ]
There you go. Just like that. Hold it. Don't choke.
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Those slaps do a good job of keeping him focused, even as he feels his throat being stretched open around the bigger man's cock. Barry tries to look defiant, really does his level best to return that predatory stare with a taunting, challenging glare -- but that's not exactly easy when his eyes are watering and he's trying not to choke.
Trying and failing, because as the last inch is shoved in, Barry chokes hard again, forcing himself to breathe through his nose as his eyes stream. He can't move with Derek holding him there, but god, he can feel every inch of that cock, feel the warm drip of pre down his gullet.]