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jackiequick · 1 year

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Operation Baby Rescue - Fast & Furious Fic 🏁 (Part 2)

Val Toretto x Deckard Shaw

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Operation Baby Rescue / Fast & Furious Fic 🏁 (Part 1)

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Val reread the note more than twice and groans, can’t believe what she just read onto the real reason why Dom kept working with the bad side of the story. She has his son. She took a breath and looked up at Santos who pointed with a smile to take a look in the back.

She nodded and busted open the door, stepping inside to see a rather older woman she hasn’t seen before hanging over Deckard’s body. “How lovely..” Val mutter and took a seat across from her, with the man in question in the smack middle of them. “Sorry, haven’t met you before..who are you?” She asked.

The older woman gave her a cheeky grin and shook her head. “Bloody idiot didn’t think of mentioning me to anyone, did he?” Said the woman sending a small glare to Deckard’s unconscious face then glance back at her, “I’m Magdalene Shaw, dear.”

“Sh-Shaw? As in his mother, Shaw.”

“Ah, so you heard of me?”

“He mentioned his mother once or twice. Nice to finally meet the face to the name.”

Mama Shaw smiled, “You’re prettier than your brother said and humorous, i like you. Too bad my idiot son, didn’t bother to tell me about you!”

Val snickered and nod, “We should make plans for a lovely brunch, just the two of us. Let’s wake up him.”

Magdalene Shaw took a syringe stabbing it into her son’s chest. Deckard gasp glaring at her, “Jesus mom, your supposed to avoid the nerves!”

“Oh shut up.” Replied his mother, putting the syringe away, “Don’t be such a baby. That’s for also not telling me about her.”

“What?”

Deckard’s upper body slowly turned to his left, his eyes widen at the sight and groaned, “Oh hell..”

“Not happy to see me, Deck?” Asked Val, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed waving at him.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Clearly Dom didn’t tell you, I’m coming.”

“Of course he’ll ask his sister. I’m guessing you met mom.

“She’s lovely, we’re having brunch if we survive this.”

“Oh no..”

His mother smirked, “Oh yes. That’s what you get for not introducing me to her earlier!”

“We’ll discuss this later! Did Toretto hold up his end of the deal?” He asked, looking at both woman.

Magdalene held up a communication device, that looked like a smart watch to track Cipher with. “But you can’t do this on your own, it’s got to be 3 of you.” She explained.

“Fine, we got contacts.” Deckard said with a shrug.

“No, you’re taking your brother. Toretto knows where he is, it’s called the devil’s bumhole or something.”

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Val tried not to laugh as she corrected her, “It’s called God’s eye. And we’ll take Owen.”

“No we’re not! He’s a lost cause.” Deckard remarked, not liking the idea.

“He’s your brother, Deck.”

“Yeah so?”

“We should take him, we need someone to help as back up.”

“I can call one of my guys back home, get the job done much easier.”

His mother added onto Val’s response and started to cry, “He’s your brother. My son, your family. And our family don’t die, bloody..how can you talk like that about Owen i can’t believe you! You gone and upset me, why can’t you just listen to us and..”

Deckard sigh looking around and said, “Oh come, mom. Ok, I’ll take him!”

Mama Shaw grinned knowing her son fell for that trick every time and wink at Val. “He’s too easy.” She said, slapping her son’s chest, “Now, how long have you two been together?”

“Oh mom!” Deckard exclaimed annoyed and slightly embarrassed at the question, taking Val’s hand, “This is why I didn’t want you to meet her.”

“How long, Deck?”

“Since 2011. It’s been a going on for a while now, we’ve all seen each other every couple times a year.” Val answering and chuckling brightly, squeezing her boyfriend’s hand.

His mother gasp, “How long were you gonna hide this from me? You’re own mother! Have i’ve not taught you anything?”

“Mom, I didn’t think i needed to tell you. I was prison for more than 2 years, for god’s sake!” Deck tried to explained and sigh, “..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“At least kiss the sweet girl, she must’ve thought you were dead for half a day. Us women deserve more from you Deck.”

“I can handle this. You two meeting wasn’t on my agenda for this..”

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Val leaned forward watching the two and smirked, “She’s right, you scared the shit of me after Dom fake shot you.”

“You’re just as worse. Come here, you.” Deck said as he rolled his eyes and cupped her cheeks pressing his lips onto hers, giving each other a taste of how much they missed each other, “I’m sorry, we couldn’t tell you.”

“It’s alright. I must’ve known Dom was planning something else involving you and the team.”

“I promise we’ll go on another vacation after this, your choice.”

“Let’s get to work then.”

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Val packed up her guns and the carrier, waiting for the Shaw brother to stop bickering. “Boys! Seriously?” She yelled, looking at the clock.

“Sorry, love. We’re planning out who flies first.” Deck replied and kiss her cheek.

“I still can’t believe i get called back to action, to see my brother in a relationship with what used to be my enemy.” Owen said looking over and scoffed.

“Shut it.”

Within 4 minutes, they stood up and out of the drop zone. Placing their helmets, as they flew behind and beyond the plane that belong to Cipher. Owen in front opening the back of the plane as the three of them stumbled onto the track, holding onto crates closing the back door.

Removing their helmets, Val took a breath, fixing her handheld set and pushing hair out of her face. The brother talked quickly, Val instructed Owen to take the pilots while her and Deck searched. Cipher got alerts about them being on the plane right now and got pissed.

“Surprise.” Deckard said looking over his shoulder at the security camera and the next two smirked. The doors open as the 3 shot down a few agents Deckard instructed Owen to wait for his signal before following Val down the halls safety.

The two ran down the hall fighting a few guards reaching the room, that carrier the package. Owen signaled his brother that they’re in position, Deckard slide open the door as Val’s jaw dropped at the very package in front of her. A bouncing baby boy in his crib babbling, reaching his hands in the air.

“Hello chulo, hi. I’m your Tia Val.” She said calling him ‘cutie’ in Spanish as he gushed at her making grabby hands.

Without a second later she picked him, bouncing him on her hip. He curled comfortably into her chest. She nuzzled her cheek onto his head, “You’re so cute. Deck i think i want one.”

Deck chuckled as the baby boy grabbed his finger and he replied, “We’ll see about that, love. He’s a very handsome boy, seems to like us. A happy kid, for sure.”

He opened a comm link to Dom, waiting for the other line. Once he did, Deckard announced, “We got the package, Toretto. All 12 pounds of him.”

As he did, the baby smile bouncing and babbling, “Ya!..yeahhh da..dada..da.”

The two chuckled at him, in love with the kid already. Val can only imagine the sigh of relief on Dom’s face as she cradles the little guy in her arms. Deckard smiled at the two of them, cooing at the kid, imagining his lady as a mom one day.

Deckard placed the baby boy in a carrier, covering his ears with headphones as the kid just softly smiled at him. He turned up the volume of the music being Alvin and The Chipmunks. Val gave him a look, “Seriously? That song?”

“What? He like it.” Deckard replies turning back to the baby, “You good?”

The baby boy just made a satisfying sound as if to say, ‘yeah i love this song. We’re good.’ Val cracked a laugh, placing a kiss on her nephew’s forehead before nodding towards the door with her gun.

Deckard looked down with a soft look of reassurance to the boy and said, “Alright little man, this might be a little scary but its’ gonna be a lot of fun.”

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Once the door open, Deckard held the carrier jabbed and punched a two men as Val pointed her gun shooting down two more. The two took cover, switching off who gets the carry the boy next. Like a game of hop potato. “How’s the music? Good?” Deckard asked the kid, who was in his own little world waving a hand in the air replying to his question.

Val pinned and kicked a few men off balance and onto the glass table, even shot once in the chest, satisfying herself. Deckard scoffed dragging one across the bar on the wall, slamming him against a few glass as he shot a few others.

“Going for a ride.” He said, sliding the carrier over to her, as Val catches it with her foot like a Soccer ball.

She heard her nephew giggle which cause the girl to smile in return, “You like that, huh kiddo?” Val slide the carrier in between a few seats safely, “Back in a sec, keep watch.”

Deckard and Valentina stood back to back, holding up their gun to the soldiers who glared at them, they shot down two. Deck leaned forward, causing her back to rest against his, holding Val securely spinning around as she kicked a few steps onto the soliders. Once he dropped her onto the ground, Deckard dodged a few punches swiftly whooping a couple of asses successfully along the way, eventually throwing one across the room breaking the glass shelf in between them.

Val dodged a couple of punches and switch places using items such a bowl to slam a few heads. She crouched down in front of the carrier, “Where’s that handsome smile?” Baby Toretto smiled brightly listening to his music. “There is it!” She added, picking up the carrier blocking a couple of bullets, spinning to shoot the very who shot at her.

“How dare you shoot a baby? No respect!” Val scoffed and looked over shoulder jokingly signaling him, “You heard Deck?”

Deckard peeked his head from the other side of the wall after punching some guy. He scoffed at the man, “You were gonna shoot a baby? You sick bastard!”

He turned the carrier toward windows and stepped over to the male guard with a smug smirk slamming his head into a table multiple times until he passed out while fighting off two more.

Val noticed a huge guard charging at them and she scoff in annoyance, “Ugh! Another one of you? Aren’t you tired yet of this game?!” The man flipping her over and slammed her against the table, swinging her around like a rag doll as glass shattered around her as Val tries to fight him.

Before he can get a strong shot at her, Deckard came in swinging and slammed the man across the room yelling, “Hands off, asshole!”

He quickly pulled her up from the ground checking her face. Concern was laced in his eyes, scanning for any damage aside from the hits they already took to the head. “Are you okay? Did the bastard hurt you badly?” Deck asked.

“N-no, I’m alright I think..” Val reply noticing a few cuts on her man’s shoulders from the fight, “Are you okay?”

“Ah, I’ll live. We’ll get bandage up later.”

“Yeah, and next time you take the big guy.”

The two crack a few smiles, running over to the baby carrier to check their special package, making sure no more guards or soldiers coming in anytime soon.

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Deckard wink at her before checking on Baby Toretto with a soft smile, “How we doing, buddy? Good?” The baby was clapping his hands with the brightest toothless grin he ever seen.

“There’s that handsome smile!” Added Deck grinning from ear to ear, before looking back at his lady, “I love the little guy.”

“Me too. He’s one of the funnest rescue I’ve ever had.” Val joked, making a silly face toward her nephew who giggles in return.

Val walked into the room that held Cipher holding the gun straight to her face, a piercing look laced with such attitude and seriousness. “You bitch.” Is all she said at the blonde in braids.

“Fair. How did you find me?” Cipher asked, noticing Deckard walking in behind her holding his gun with a glare and gentle placed down the baby carrier.

Deckard smirked as hee answered the question, “A friend gave us a tip.” He revealed Dom’s famously worn cross necklace, tossing it over to his lady, who caught it.

“Clever.” Cipher said with a smirk, “You’re also out of bullets, Deckard.”

“Like i need a gun to take care of you.”

“Also very resourceful, I’ll give you that.”

“You have a lot to answer for Cipher. What you put both of ours families though, my mother. I’mma make sure that never happens again. Not to anyone ever again!”

“You should know by now, you messed with the wrong crew. Especially when my brother’s really calling the shots around here.” Val added, “It’s simple really, stop you for the damage you caused.”

Cipher scoffed, “Only one fault in your pretty plan.”

“What’s that?” Deck asked, with a glare.

“Only one of us has a parachute.”

Within not even a matter of seconds, Cipher grabbed the raven black backpack that held a parachute inside, opening the doors flying out. Val raced after her causing her to almost hit her fist and slip out of the plane, gasping and yelling out in frustration at losing Cipher. Deckard noticed the baby carrier sliding towards the door as he jumped to grab it quickly, but almost being able to reach the buttons to shut the door.

He grunted as he noticed her almost slipping out of the door, Deckard reached towards her forgetting about closing the door for a moment and pulled her back. Once Val was near the doorframe of the bay, she grunted pushing the baby carrier away safely as both their feet hit the button to shut off the plane door, sliding down closing them in safety.

Deckard lays with his back against the floor and banged his fist against the wall, “Damn it.”

“We tried.” Val responded with a annoyed sigh, laying down next to him.

“No more racing after the enemy.”

“Or planes for a while.”

“Agreed.”

The two stayed there for a moment to catch their breath, with a slight smile but those smiles only grew once they heard a sudden giggle and sweet babbles.

Val sat up first pulling the baby carrier towards them chuckling, “What you laughing at, huh?”

“Told you this will be fun.” Deckard added with a chuckle and winked at the baby.

Baby Toretto giggled some more looking up at them with huge chocolate brown eyes that reminded Valentina so much of Dom and Elena. She remembered Elena she called the sweet baby boy Marcos as a middle name but Dom should be the one to give him a first name. She adored the name Baby Marcos Toretto but she was also interested to see what name Dom picked out for him.

The baby giggles once again, snapping her out of her thoughts. Deckard’s voice that held a smile caught her attention as well, talking to Baby Toretto with a quick wink. He stood up, lifting up the carrier with him and informing his brother to talk to the pilot to land soon. She watched Deck take Marcos out of the carrier and bounce him in his arms chuckling. It made Val wonder how Deck would be as a father one day, seeing him being so sweet and loving towards the baby.

“You alright?” He asked, reaching out his hand to help her off the floor as he carried the baby with the other.

She took it and stood up, “Huh? I’m good.”

“You seemed lost in thought for a moment there.”

“Just seeing you with him, had me thinking about you as a dad.”

Deck smiled and joked eyeing her for a moment, “You’re not pregnant, aren’t you?”

“No!” Val laughed and playfully slapped his arm, “I’ll leave the baby making to my siblings.”

“Okay good, but you will make a good mom one day.”

“And you’ll make a good dad.”

Baby Marcos Toretto had a toothless silly grin waving a hand up and down, as the headphones stayed on his head playing ‘Alvin and The Chipmunks’ on repeat. Val reached out to tickle his belly, then bopping his nose as Deckard bounced him for a moment catching his attention, fixing his headphone.

The pair knew the next few days would be interesting, since they headed off to a select safe house to take care of the boy with Owen’s help while Dom and the crew finished settling the mission for Mr. Nobody.

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omnivoroussmut · 2 years

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Playing With Fire- Rowen Fic

Summary: Brian might be eyeing up Monica, but it’s Roman who actually gets to taste one of Verone’s partners

Tags: Roman Pearce/Owen Shaw, Owen Shaw/Carter Verone, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bondage, Sex Toys, Blindfolds, Gags, Light Dom/sub, Dubious Consent, Anal Sex, Daddy Kink

Rating: 18+

“Rome, we need to get out of here,” Brian hissed to Roman as soon as the door shut behind Carter Verone and Monica. Verone’s henchmen were shoving the detective out a different door as he tried to pull himself together. His stomach was bleeding from the rat’s bits and scratches, but it was the indignation on his face that revealed that his ego had taken the more brutal of beatings in the confrontation.

“Yeah,” Roman mumbled as he watched the men leave.

He had seen quite a few torture scenes while on the streets and in prison, but there was something inhumane in using animals in the process. Roman couldn’t care less about the cop, but he could hear the animal squeaking while still trapped in the bucket. Glancing over to it, he didn’t hesitate to nudge it over and was satisfied to see it run away.

“Roman!” Brian hissed even louder and shoved his shoulder. “We need to tell Bilkins.”

“Let me get a drink first, man.”

“We don’t have time!”

“Fuck off, Brian!” Roman turned on him and growled at his friend. They stared each other down, but he couldn’t care less as he met his friend’s hard eyes. Brian might be used to these things, or maybe not, but this had been too much. When he had been asked to go undercover, he had never thought he’d watch a man be tortured with a damn rat! This was getting out of fucking hand and Roman was man enough to admit he needed a hard drink after witnessing that. “We’ll see him in the morning.”

“Fine.” Brian clenched his jaw. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“I could say the same thing,” Roman mumbled. “Looking at Verone’s woman and all.”

“She’s not. She’s undercover,” Brian pointed out.

“Sure, she is.” Roman replied flatly before turning on his heel. He couldn’t be more thankful that Verone had invited them out to a club where grabbing a drink and losing his thoughts would be easy enough. He could hear Brian following him but wasn’t surprised when he split away from Roman to head towards the exit. Clubs had never been his scene, but Roman wasn’t going to let that kill his mood. Verone had already done that.

Sliding up to the bar, Roman ordered a glass of whiskey and took his time eyeing up as many people as he could. He could still spot several of Verone’s men around the place and assumed that meant the man was still there. Even with that knowledge, Roman didn’t let that ruin him from taking a sip of his drink and plan who he wanted to dance with first.

“And here I thought you’d leave with your friend, Pearce.”

God fucking damnit!

“A full bar and pretty people, why the fuck would I leave while the night’s young?” Roman mumbled into his drink as Verone leaned against the bar next to him. There weren’t enough words to describe how much Roman hated Verone and everything the man stood for. There were evil people out there and Verone was the definition.

“That so,” Verone hummed. They stood there for a few moments, allowing the club’s noise wash over them as everyone around them gave Verone a small berth. Seemed like most of them knew who he was and didn’t want to test his patience. “Your friend seems to enjoy living on the edge. If I catch him staring at my woman one more time, it’ll be his head.”

“I’ll let him know,” Roman responded through clenched teeth. Would this bastard ever leave him alone?

“Now you,” Verone smirked at him. “You’ve shown restraint and I admired that in a man.”

“That so.”

“In fact, I think I’m going to reward you.”

Roman side eyed Verone and had to wonder if he was going to bring over the blonde that had lured the detective to his untimely punishment. However, the other man’s face didn’t reveal anything as he kept his usual smirk on his face and waited for Roman’s answer. Downing his drink, Roman decided he was already in too deep to refuse.

“Lead the way.”

Verone looked like the cat that got the cream and canary as he lead Roman to the back of the club once again, and Roman desperately hoped there wasn’t a rat waiting for him. However, they walked past the room they were in earlier and went even further down the hall where the noise of the club ebbed away to reveal gentle jazz music being pumped through. With one last look over his shoulder, Verone opened the door to what looked like a hotel room. Roman wasn’t shocked there were makeshift bedrooms in the back of such a busy club, but what did surprise him was that someone was already on the bed.

In an extremely compromising position.

Laid completely on his back was a pale man with sweat shimmering in the low lighting. His wrists were tied together, above his head and connected to the headboard of the bed while his ankles had been tied to his thighs. He was blindfolded with a red, silk tie while a ball gag was shoved between his teeth. Soft whines were the only thing to escape past the gag as the man thrashed on the bed, throwing his head back and forth. Concerned, Roman looked him over and found the cause of his distressed.

With his legs tied up, they were spread wide to reveal his very obvious erection and the large dildo inside of him. At the base of his cock was a ring and Roman suspected that by the color of the head of his cock, he had been stuck like that for some time. While he struggled in his bonds, it was clear that the strong vibrations from the dildo was driving him crazy and he needed relief badly.

“Beautiful, isn’t he?” Verone whispered into his ear. Nodding dumbly, Roman couldn’t tear his eyes off the man. Satisfied, Verone chuckled before shutting the door loudly and alerting the man on the bed that someone else was in the room. “Let me introduce you.”

Verone strode forward with ease, as if the man on the bed wasn’t groaning loudly and begging without words for release. With a faux, gentle smile on his lips, Verone brushed his fingers through the man’s sweat soaked hair and Roman couldn’t help but be fascinated as the man shoved his head closer to Verone. Looked like this was partially consensual then.

“I’ve got a new person to play with you, Owen. Think you can handle him?” Owen for his part nodded vigorously and tried to thrust his hips up in the air seeking any type of friction. Verone didn’t do anything to help the man and simply kept petting his hair. “His name is Roman Pearce. Go easy on him.”

Go easy on him? Roman wasn’t the one tied up!

Glancing between the two, Roman couldn’t figure out what their relationship was. If Owen there was Verone’s fuck-toy, then why was he letting Roman touch him? It was obvious that if anyone dared look at Monica that there would be consequences, so was there a different agreement between Verone and Owen? Not knowing what to think, Roman simply walked closer to the bed when Verone motioned at him.

As he drew closer, Roman could feel his dick twitch in excitement as he looked over Owen’s body. He was almost like a Greek god by how well defined his body was: strong muscles, legs for days, and looked so pretty all tied up. While Roman wasn’t normally able to experiment too often in the bedroom, what with being in and out of prison, he had to admit that he was far more into this than he admitted.

“Don’t leave any permanent marks on him,” Verone warned him, pinning him with a hard look. “Other than that, he’s up for almost anything. Ask before doing anything too freaky, though. And don’t touch the ropes. Wouldn’t want him to kill you, now would we?”

Roman stared at Verone, not knowing if that had been a horrific attempt as a joke or if he was being serious. Before he had a chance to find out, Verone had turned back to Owen and was gently undoing the gag. Spit strings came away as the ball gag was pulled out of the man’s mouth and a loud moan broke the tension.

“Cart, please,” Owen panted and Roman felt his dick standing at full attention at that voice. Deep, breathy, and British. What more could he ask for?

“Shh, baby,” Verone continued to brush his fingers through Owen’s hair. “Pearce is going to take care of you.”

Owen whined in frustration and wiggled on the bed that was ultimately useless. Swallowing thickly, Roman stared down at the man and was tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming or not.

“He’s all yours, Pearce. Don’t wear him out too much, I want my turn once your done.” Verone narrowed his eyes. “I don’t let just anyone touch what’s mine, so you better appreciate this and stop messing with my guys.”

“Yeah, I got you.” Roman nodded weakly. He’d do just about anything to get his hands on the beauty spread out on the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Verone nodded and walked past him. As the door shut behind him with a click, Roman could only stare down at the man writhing on the bed below him. How had he gotten into this?

Leaning down, Roman carefully slipped his own fingers in Owen’s locks and was shocked at how soft his hair was. Owen whimpered and shoved his head into Roman’s hand, just like he did for Verone. Looking him over, Roman was relieved to see no wounds or anything on Owen, but he could see several old scars. A few looked life threatening and others not as much.

“Do you need me to help you get out of here?” Roman whispered.

“If you untie me, I will pin you down and won’t let you up until I’ve fucked you dry.” Owen hissed, teeth barred to reveal large canines. Even blindfolded and completely spread out for the taking, Roman knew he didn’t want to take that risk. Flinching back, Roman was shocked at how much venom and conviction the man had put into that threat. How had he switched between a whimpering mess and someone Roman never wanted to get on the wrong side of? “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

A bit speechless, Roman decided that he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Chucking off his clothes, Roman wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and over Owen’s body. Hovering above him, Roman paused. While it was clear Owen was into all this, he couldn’t help but feel that it was somehow wrong—almost as if he was betraying someone. Sure, he had gotten after Brian for eyeing Monica up, but she was a cop while this was completely different. Owen was just a guy getting his rocks off with someone with questionable scruples. As long as he was up for it, how could Roman deny him?

“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy,” Roman crooned and smiled at the way Owen arched his back.

“Please, daddy!”

“Fuck,” Roman moaned. He hadn’t even touched the other yet and he was already hard as a rock. How the flying fuck was Owen able to have this effect on him?! “That’s it baby, who’s your daddy?”

“You! Please, daddy, make me feel good!”

“Anything for you baby,” Roman whispered before leaning over Owen and lowering his face closer to his. He was infinitely more handsome this close up and Roman only hesitated for a moment before sealing their lips together. Owen tasted insanely sweet and didn’t hold back in the kiss, giving as good as he got. His tongue tangled with Roman’s in an intricate dance while he nipped slightly at Roman’s lips. Fireworks were going off in Roman’s brain and he never wanted to stop.

Kneeling between Owen’s legs, Roman let his hands trail up and down his torse, feeling heated skin. Ever touch sent shivers up Owen’s body and he couldn’t believe the affect he was having on the other—it was as if they were made for each other.

“That’s it baby, let me take care of you.”

“Need you. Need your cock, daddy,” Owen moaned and threw his head back, revealing his long neck. Taking the opportunity, Roman brushed his lips against the large expanse of skin and sucked at the sweat that had pooled on Owen’s skin. Lavishing kisses all over his neck, Roman had to remind himself not to bite down; he could still hear Verone’s warning about leaving marks. Roman didn’t need to tempt fate by leaving hickies, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

His hands dipped lower, and he rubbed his palm over one of Owen’s hips as his other hand gave feather-light touches to his cock. While Roman hadn’t been with another man before, he had a vague idea how things would go down and knew what he liked during sex. And by the way Owen was whining, then he must be enjoying himself. With one last nip to his lips, Roman pulled away from Owen and couldn’t help but stare at his flushed cheeks. He wanted to take the blindfold off, but he wasn’t sure of all the rules of the scene. Not wanting to test the waters too much, Roman decided to leave it be, even if he desperately wanted to see the lust in the man’s eyes.

Roman continued to gently stroke Owen’s cock, he leaned back to view the dildo inside of Owen. His hole was stretched around the large toy and lube was dripping down his thighs, making Roman grateful he wasn’t going in dry. The toy was vibrating so hard, he was shocked it stayed inside of him. Carefully, Roman grabbed the base of the toy and stopped briefly as Owen groaned in pleasure as Roman’s nails scraped against his sensitive skin. Encouraged, Roman began pulling the toy out and was a bit concerned as it kept coming out. By the time the whole thing was out, Owen was left gaping open and Roman surprised at just how much the other could take.

“Not everything’s about size,” Roman muttered to himself as he shut the toy off and threw it to the side. By now, Owen was a begging mess as his whole clenched on air and his body writhed in anticipation. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy.”

“Daddy, I need you!” Owen pulled on his bonds and arched his back, making a spike of pleasure rush down Roman’s spine. Nobody had every had this kind of affect on him before and he didn’t know he could feel this way.

Roman took a deep breath before lining his dick up to Owen’s hole and pushed in slowly. The lube eased his way as his dick was enveloped in Owen’s heat, making him feel like they had been made for each other. So lost in the pleasure, Roman had to pause to let himself calm down and not blow his load right then and there. It didn’t help that Owen was trying to shove himself onto Roman’s dick, but only caused Roman to shiver in pure ecstasy.

“So good, so good,” Roman moaned as he pushed even deeper until he finally bottomed out. Grabbing onto Owen’s hips for stability, Roman could feel every part of Owen tense up. “Scream my name, baby.”

Without another word, Roman pulled out until only the head of his dick was inside of Owen and thrusted back in roughly. He set a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room as Owen screaming in pleasure. With every thrust, Roman could feel himself climbing that mountain of bliss as the other clenched around him and making him see spots of black. Every single one of his nerve endings was set ablaze and Roman would knew he’d be chasing this high for as long as he lived.

Below him, Owen let out a constant stream of noise, practically begging Roman to let him cum. His wrists were rubbed raw by the ropes, but that only seemed to spur him closer to his own orgasm. His cock was left neglected and dribbling pre-cum down itself and over the cock-ring. Reaching between them, Roman fisted Owen roughly and stroked him in time with his thrusts.

“Daddy! Please, please I need to cum!”

“Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Roman grunted and sped up his thrusts.

“Fuck!”

The whole bed was shaking at that point and Roman wondered if they had more time if they could break it. But for now, he was satisfied leaving Owen unable to walk the next day.

So lost in the pleasure of it all, his orgasm slammed into him out of nowhere. Hips thrusting sporadically, Roman scrambled to pull the cock-ring off of Owen.

“Cum for me, baby boy.” Roman gasped.

Owen screamed.

White filled Roman’s vision as burst after burst of unimaginable pleasure coursed through him. All the while, he didn’t dare stop thrusting inside of Owen and coating the man with his cum. Finally, he slowed until he was shoved all the way inside of the other and could feel himself going limp. Panting, Roman opened his eyes to see Owen in a similar state underneath him.

His belly was splattered with cum as he laid there completely boneless with small noises falling from his lips. The tears the blindfold hadn’t absorbed ran down his rosy cheeks and Roman didn’t hesitate to kiss his already abused lips. Unlike before, this kiss was much less rushed and Roman could feel how blissed out Owen truly was. Slow and full of unexpressed feelings, Roman wished that moment would never end.

That was, until he heard the door open.

“Look at that,” Verone chuckled behind him. “Not many can satisfy him.”

Roman didn’t bother hiding his glare as he straightened up to meet Verone’s eyes. The other looked far to smug, but Roman wasn’t in any position to do much about it—he was still balls deep inside Owen, after all. Carefully pulling out, Roman made soothing noises as Owen whined at the loss and tried to close his legs around Roman to keep him from leaving.

“It’s all right, baby. Daddy’s here.” Roman whispered, running a hand down Owen’s side. The other man sighed in content and his body relaxed at the motion. With how blissed out he looked, Roman’s fingers twitched to untie him and let him fall asleep. But, he didn’t dare as he heard Verone clear his throat. Scowling, Roman climbed off the bed and nearly dropped the towel thrown at him.

“Clean up and get out.” Verone told him, his earlier mirth having vanished and replaced with annoyance. Grunting in response, Roman rubbed himself down before getting dressed, but when he turned to clean Owen up, Verone was there to shove him away. Narrowing his eyes, Verone barred his teeth. “Get. Out.”

Roman could see Verone holding the large toy that had been inside Owen and a bottle of lube. “Come on, man. Let him have a break before going another round.”

“Are you telling me what to do?” Verone hissed. The two guards that had stood by the door took a step towards them and Roman knew that he needed to make a strategic escape.

“No.” Roman finally said. He couldn’t help but glance down at Owen and hope the other would be fine by himself. “Thanks for the reward.”

“Don’t make me regret it, Pearce.”

Roman simply nodded. Turning on his heel, Owen’s moan of pleasure followed him out of the room. As it shut behind him, Roman drained from all the events of the night. Deciding he was done with the club, he made his way towards the exit.

“Stay safe, baby boy,” Roman mumbled under his breath as he glanced once last time towards the door that hid Owen.

He never would have predicted the next time he saw Owen, he would learn Carter Verone’s boytoy was actually an international criminal.

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