Forbidden Pleasures (MxM)

LiamWhile my sister was getting her makeup done next door for her wedding, I was on my knees, choking on her husband-to-be's length. His fingers twisted in my thick, dark hair, guiding my head as he muttered the same sentence over and over again, "This is so fucking wrong."Wrong? I thought, swallowing around his thick cock. Because he's straight. Because he's about to marry my sister. Because I'm supposed to be his best man, not the one kneeling before him, trying to suppress my gag reflex as I take him deeper each night.Ronan's grip tightened in my hair, his hips moving in shallow thrusts as he sought more of my warm, wet mouth. I looked up at him through my long lashes, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.The musky scent of this straight man filled my nostrils, amplifying my arousal. Fuck, I've dreamed of this. Ever since I laid my eyes on him. He's so big, so thick - a real man. Just like my ideal type.I gagged on the immense girth sliding over my tongue,

LiamI stood silently in the corner of the room, watching my sister as she transformed from the radiant bride of mere hours ago into her more familiar self. Her wedding dress was carefully folded and set aside, replaced by a comfortable blouse and jeans. Her hair, once elegantly styled, now cascaded freely over her shoulders.Our father entered the room, his eyes lighting up at the sight of his daughter. He approached her with a warm smile, embracing her tightly."I'm really going to miss you," he murmured.She returned the hug, her voice soft. "Me too, Dad. But I'll come visit."They separated, and his gaze shifted to me. "Aren't you going to say goodbye to your sister?"I met his eyes briefly before looking away, the weight of guilt pressing heavily on my chest. I wanted to speak, to offer words of farewell, but my throat tightened, rendering me silent, especially after what happened with Ronan.Chloe approached me, looking concerned. "Liam? Are you alright?"I forced a smile, noddi

RonanThe moment my back hit the mattress, everything around me blurred. The low hum of the air conditioner, the faint music from the bar below, the flickering shadows on the wall—it all disappeared under the weight of Liam’s body as he leaned over me.His hands, hesitant at first, pressed to my chest. I felt the tremble in his touch, not from fear but restraint. We were both holding back in different ways—for different reasons. My pulse thundered beneath his fingers, a frantic beat that betrayed how far gone I already was.He looked at me, eyes searching mine for something—permission, maybe. Or assurance that I wasn’t about to throw another fit and shove him away. I gave neither. I just lay there, still and silent, letting the moment drag out.Then his hand slid down, slow and deliberate, leaving heat in its wake. I clenched my jaw, biting back a groan as his fingers brushed the waistband of my shorts. My body bucked slightly, the drug still pulsing through my system, making me hyper

Liam“Don’t tell me you’re going in there without any lube?” I blurted out before he could even try to push in.Ronan arched a brow. “Do you have lube, then?”“No,” I said, exasperated. “You don’t expect me to carry lube everywhere I go now, do you? Do you think I probably ask men around to fuck me or something?”Ronan clenched his jaw, clearly irritated, and stood up without another word. He disappeared into the next room. A moment later, he returned with something in his hand.Ronan clenched his jaw, clearly annoyed, and stood up. He walked off into the bathroom. A moment later, he returned holding a small bottle. My eyes widened.“Is that… a lotion?” I asked.“It’s going to work,” he muttered, striding back toward me, his cock still hanging hard between his thighs.My breath caught as he got closer. I spread my legs wider, raising my hips slightly while he popped the cap and poured some of the lotion down the crack of my ass.He still didn’t want to touch me much so I reached down

RonanI didn't look at him.I couldn’t.The moment I emptied inside him, reality came crashing down like a wrecking ball. I shoved off the bed and reached for my shirt, dragging it over my head with shaky hands. The silence in the room was thick, stifling. Liam was still lying there, all flushed skin and messed-up sheets."You should clean up," I muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. "We’re done here."He didn’t say anything, and that only made the silence worse.I buttoned my jeans like I was sealing something shut, like if I dressed fast enough, I wouldn't be erase the last fifty minutes from existence. From my skin. From my fucking brain."This…" I waved a hand vaguely toward the bed, toward him. "This is just a little twisted game we played because we were bored. It doesn’t leave this room."His eyes followed me—quiet, unreadable. That made me madder."I mean it," I snapped, voice colder now, sharper than I wanted. "Don’t talk about it. Not to me. Not to anyone. This didn’t happen."