Dominate Me, I Dare You: Part 2

At Leo's place, the door barely closed before Leo was on him again, pressing Eli against the wall, hands claiming territory with fierce intent. Eli's breath hitched as Leo's eyes darkened, the undeniable hunger in them impossible to ignore.

"This is my domain now," Leo murmured, voice thick with promise. "You're going to learn what it means to be under my control."

Eli met his gaze, eyes blazing with daring. "I'm not scared. You want to dominate? Try me."

Leo's smile was both cruel and inviting as he tightened his hold. The battle was just beginning, and Leo was determined to win.

The room was charged, the air thick with unspoken tension. Leo's fingers traced the line of Eli's jaw, a slow, deliberate caress that sent a shiver through them both. Eli's breath hitched, eyes darkening with a mixture of anticipation and surrender.

"I've wanted this," Leo whispered, voice low and rough, "more than I ever admitted."

Eli's hand found Leo's wrist, steadying but hungry. Their bodies drew closer, the space between shrinking until only heartbeats remained. Every touch was fire, soft yet fierce, like the promise of a storm held just at bay.

Leo's lips brushed Eli's collarbone, trailing a path that left heat blooming beneath skin and soul. Eli responded with a quiet gasp, fingers threading into Leo's hair, pulling him nearer, deeper into a moment neither wanted to end.

In that shared silence, everything was said, the longing, the fear, the undeniable truth that this connection was their fiercest, most beautiful secret.

The air thickened, charged with tension as the room seemed to shrink around them. Leo's eyes, sharp and unwavering, locked onto Eli with a storm brewing beneath his calm facade. No words, just raw energy, an unspoken challenge that crackled like lightning.

Eli didn't flinch. His jaw tightened, muscles coiling like a predator ready to strike. He stepped closer, their breaths mingling, a fierce dance of wills ready to ignite. The slightest movement, a deliberate brush of a hand, a clenched fist near a trembling jaw, sent shockwaves through the silence.

Leo's fingers curled, barely grazing Eli's arm in a grip that was part restraint, part invitation. A heat bloomed in their chests, a wild fire fueled by pride, passion, and something dangerously close to desire.

"You think you can break me?" Leo's voice was low, thick with menace and something softer beneath.

Eli's grin was sharp, unapologetic. "Try me."

The world around them blurred, the only certainty the fierce pull between two forces too stubborn to back down, or let go.

The tension snapped like a live wire. Leo's gaze hardened, dark and unyielding. Without warning, he reached out and gripped Eli's collar, pulling him close with a power that brooked no argument.

"You think you can outlast me?" Leo growled, voice rough, breath hot against Eli's ear.

Before Eli could answer, Leo spun him sharply, pushing him down until his head was bowed and body bent over with no escape. The weight of Leo's presence pressed down, electrifying the air around them like a storm about to break.

Eli's pulse thundered in his ears, every nerve alive, every inch stretched tight between challenge and surrender.

Leo's hands didn't relent, firm, commanding, marked by the fire of unspoken battles and raw need. The moment hung suspended, a dangerous dance of control and resistance, heat and defiance, the battlefield where only the strongest would emerge.

Leo's smirk widened as he leaned closer, eyes gleaming with that dangerous spark. "You think you can handle this, Eli?"

Before Eli could answer, Leo's hand shot out, gripping him firmly by the collar. With a sudden motion, he twisted Eli's body, turning him over with surprising strength. The world seemed to tilt as Eli's breath hitched, the shock of the move thrilling and raw.

Leo's other hand went to his head, pushing it down gently but firmly. The air thickened between them, every second stretching tight with promise and challenge. Eli's heartbeat thundered loud in his ears as Leo bent him over, close enough to feel the heat radiating off him.

The touch was equal parts command and invitation, a fierce game where boundaries blurred and neither dared to pull back.

After Leo's aggressive dominance, after every growl, bite, and bend, Eli's lips twitch into that dangerous little smirk. You know the one.

The kind that says:

"Now it's my turn, you beast."

He flips the tide like a storm, grips Leo by the jaw, makes him look into his eyes while slowly, deliberately reclaiming control.

"You think you broke me?" Eli whispers, breath hot, voice dripping with hunger.

"You only unleashed the part of me I've kept buried. Now, scream for me."

And Leo? That smug, cocky, powerful man?

He's now the one gasping, back arched, fingers digging into the sheets, as Eli drives him wild with every punishing thrust and calculated tease.

"Eli, f-fuck-!"

Leo's pride didn't just get bruised, 

It got ripped apart, rebuilt, and worshipped in Eli's rhythm.

And the best part?

They're not done.

This is just Round One.