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Lucas continues to drag Liam until the door gets kicked shut behind them. It unfortunately looks like they've walked into one of the rooms at his local shelter, but there's a creaking spring bed, so it suits the purpose. If they even make it to the bed. He just drops Liam on the ground once they've reached the middle of the room and starts pacing in front of him, trying to work up some of his old anger. In a moment, maybe he'll remember Liam is there.

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If he wasn't already too pathetic for words, Lucas can feel tears building up underneath his eyelids even as his grip on Liam's throat tightens until his muscles shake with tension.

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"Lucas, please," Liam begs softly, reaching up to touch his face again because damn the consequences. "What's wrong?"

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He drops his head down as he sits up, his hand releasing and falling to his side. His other wrist lifts and scrubs a dirty smear across one of his eyes as he breathes in, then glares as best he can.

"You wanted this."

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"Not at your expense..."

Liam attempts to sit up, loving the pain that movement brings. "If you want to stop... I'll still pay you."

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"I am fine," Lucas insists between his teeth and shoves himself backward to stand over top of Liam again, his eyes glaring and wet.

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"Okay," Liam replies in a tiny voice. He's shaking under Lucas's glare, fighting the urge to curl up and protect himself.

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As he breathes, his sunken chest heaves into the air. He made a promise and he will live up to it if it kills him. "Tell me what you are," he murmurs.

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Liam squirms under that gaze, searching for words. "A slut. A desperate little pain-slut and yours to abuse."

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It helps to hear. Lucas almost smiles before he rears his leg back and sinks his boot into Liam's side.

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Liam moans softly, curling into a little ball on the floor.

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"Tell me more." As he breathes the words, he kicks Liam entirely onto his front and then half kneels, grabbing up a tattered leather string from the dirty floor and lashing Liam's wrists together behind his back.

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"I don't..." Liam pants, half sobs. "I don't know what you want to hear..."

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"Why do you deserve all of this pain," Lucas hums as he finishes tying the knot and then tugs Liam's head back by his hair, forcing him to arch backward.

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"Because I'm a whore, because I beg for it," he gasps, desperately saying whatever pops into his mind. "I love it when you hurt me. When you hit me, burn me... It turns me on. I love being called a slut and a whore because that's all I am. And I don't deserve to come but I deserve to be tied up and at your total mercy..."

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Lucas crawls two fingers from his other hand around to Liam's mouth and pushes them between his lips. "Suck."

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Liam shivers at the command and takes the fingers into his mouth obediently.

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As he feels Liam's tongue and lips pulling at his fingers, Lucas shifts up and lifts half off of him. He rips his hand away abruptly and then sticks the moist digits down the back of Liam's pants without ceremony, squirming them and almost immediately beginning to work inside him. As he does this, he continues to pull backward progressively harder on his fistful of Liam's hair.

"Tell me when it hurts." Something in his voice makes it clear that he doesn't plan to stop when he hears it.

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Liam inhales sharply at the unexpected intrusion, squirming and tightening around Lucas's fingers. It hurts, his body wasn't prepared for that, but it feels good. He tries to nod, but that only increases the sharp pain on his scalp, making his eyes water.

"Ow," he whispers, attempting to reach up and massage the back of his head before remembering that his hands are tied.

...never saw this. oops.

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"Good."

Lucas leans his forehead against Liam's straining temple and moves his hand steadily. Even as his eyes droop and he almost nuzzles into the side of Liam's face, he murmurs a string of insults, usually in English but occasionally in Russian. "You are filth," is followed by "блядивый бархотка" which is followed by "I could tear you to pieces on this floor."

that's okay. <3

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Liam shivers, leaning against Lucas's cheek, dizzied by the combination of tenderness and abuse.

"I know," he pants weakly. "I am, you could-- don't stop-- "

<3

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His hand in Liam's hair twists harder as the other speeds up. His tongue extends to catch his ear and then his teeth bite down onto it, digging into cartilage.

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Liam whimpers uselessly, rocking his hips against Lucas's hand, seeking pleasure to distract from the pain.

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"You will come on this floor, bound, pathetic," he hisses around the grip his teeth claim. "And you will thank me for using you."

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Liam nods, tears in his eyes. "Use me," he gasps. "I'm worthless. I'll come whenever you want me to."

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Again, the tears are almost a step too far. Lucas grimaces and has to pull away from Liam, instead shoving his face down against the floor and grinding it in there. His fingers probe suddenly deeper.

"Now."