DARK FIFTY SEVEN

DARK FIFTY SEVEN: ARCADE

Third person's POV:

"L-luca, it hurts!" Hissed Blake, keeping his hands on the white wall of the bathroom. There, he stood, with his boyfriend cleaning his still in the pain hole. He blushed, as Luca continued thrusting his index finger in a slow manner.

"I know, baby. But we need to clean you up." Said Luca, calmly. He knows how badly the smaller wanted to go to the arcade, but he was too persistent to clean his boyfriend up. More like, getting a round two.

"O-okay, but why—Ugh. Luca!" Moaned Blake when he felt his fingers rub on his prostate. The man behind him smirked, as he continued to hit the sweet spot of the smaller.

"What do you want? Look, you're hard, baby." Said Luca in a low tone, sending shivers to Blake's spine. He began to slip his middle finger along with his index one before scissoring the tight hole of his boyfriend.