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Roy knew it wasn’t exactly a healthy dynamic, but fuck he and Jamie never claimed to be a relationship worth envy. They worked each other up, pressed each others buttons. Most of the time it made them both work harder, strive to be better. Sometimes it just pissed one of them off and the backed off and let them cool down.
And sometimes they kept pressing until the other snapped. And snap today Roy did.
Training had been a fucking mess, pouring rain on the pitch for nearly 24 hours meant the grass was muddy and difficult, making the team extra whiny. Jamie seemed to be the leader of the whining, having whined the whole early morning training all the way through the team practice, no matter what Roy tried to shut him up. He made Jamie run extra sprints at the other end of the pitch and he could still hear the prick’s breathless whining over the sound of the rain. If Roy hadn’t been so agitated he would’ve been impressed by his lungs.
Currently, walking into Jamie’s apartment, he was far from impressed. He’s unlocking the door with his own key, and Jamie’s standing behind him still complaining. Something about comfort food and rain and his diet. Roy didn’t really know, all he heard was the echoes of Jamie’s full day of complaints and the thought that he didn’t want to hear it anymore.
They step inside and Jamie barely has time to turn and flip the locks back behind them before Roy’s pressing him against the door. Jamie first registers the pain of the doorknob being pressed into him, and then registers Roy’s hand around his throat.
Jamie gasps softly, looking up at Roy with wide eyes. “I, fuck. ”
Roy’s eyes are wide, pupils nearly covering the soft brown completely. He grits out “Safe word Jamie?”
And Jamie can’t say he doesn’t love Roy like this, so fucking worked up. He loved watching it on the pitch, now he loved experiencing it first hand. This was far from the first time Roy’s hand found his neck, and he loved the intensity each time. “Fuck no. Do your worst.”
And so Roy stops holding back, pressing down harder. Jamie’s eyes stay firmly on his, defiant, as long as he can. It doesn’t take long though for them to get glassy and unfocused, Jamie’s smug smirk changing into soft parted lips, and his eyelids start fluttering. He’s stubborn though, keeps them open, and Roy growls softly before pressing harder. It’s only a few more seconds then before Jamie’s eyes close and his body crumbles.
Roy catches him easily, breathing hard himself, but doesn’t feel any relief from the tension that had been built up in him. He’d need to do more, to really put Jamie into his place. So, he pulls Jamie into his arms and carries him over to the couch and lays him down, stopping to briefly admire the view of Jamie being quiet and behaved, before heading towards the bedroom.
Jamie’s stirring when he comes back less than a minute later, eyes still heavy. “I, fuck Roy, that’s always so hot.”
Roy’s response is to hold up the bottle of lube he’d gone to grab and simply asks “Color?”
“ Fuck. Green, absolutely.” And like his words aren’t enough Jamie spreads his legs apart for Roy. A fucking whining brat all day, but Roy knew exactly how to break him down.
It’s quick work before Jamie’s completely stripped down, cock achingly red and dripping against his stomach. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking slut Tartt. One day you’re gonna come just from me choking you.”
Jamie giggles a bit, arching his back to show himself off. “Mm, don’t doubt that. You’re just so sexy sir.”
Goosebumps spread over Roy’s skin as he settles between Jamie’s spread legs, warming the lube on his fingers. “Be respectful while you fucking can.”
“Oh? Gonna ask me to be a brat soon or something? Know you fucking love when I work you up sir. Love me being a prick just for- fuck!”
Jamie’s cut by Roy pushing a finger in quick, making him cry out and arch his back. If there was one fucking thing Roy knew about Jamie, it was that he was fucking strong. He never minded the pain when it was worth the pleasure he got. It’s why he was such a good footballer, so receptive to Roy’s training.
It’s also why Roy knew he’d be okay when Roy reached up to wrap his hand around Jamie’s throat again.
Jamie sucks in a hard breath at the touch and looked up to meet Roy’s eyes, but all Roy saw was surprise, no fear or hesitation, so he pushed down more firmly. “You’ve been a brat fucking plenty today. Heard fucking enough from you, so I’m just going to fucking use you how I want.” He presses down harder, making sure his intentions are fully understood, before pulling it back. “Is that okay Jamie?”
“ Yes. Oh fuck yes Roy. Want you to use me. That, I want-“ His ramblings are cut off as Roy returns the full pressure of his hand, and fucking hell if that didn’t make Roy feel sexy and powerful.
Roy watches him closely as he starts prepping Jamie more, alternating between quick, deep movement and gently massaging Jamie open. He lifts the hand around Jamie’s throat every now and then, letting Jamie take needy breaths, before pushing down again. Jamie’s far less in control this time, can’t keep his stubborn composure. He’s squirming under Roy at first, rocking into his fingers, and when Roy would lift he’d make the most desperate noises. Roy swears he could still feel the little whines and whimpers getting trapped under his palm when he pressed back down.
It’s a gorgeous scene for Roy, watching Jamie falling apart under his fingers. It’s what he’s needed all day after hearing Jamie complain constantly, to have both his body and his voice under Roy’s complete control.
Almost too quickly for his liking he has three fingers deep inside Jamie, who’s completely glassy eyed, tears dripping down the sides of his face, and his stomach smeared with precum. If Roy wasn’t on a mission he’d pull his hands away completely and lick Jamie clean, force him to cool down and start the process over.
Instead, he pauses just for a second, getting Jamie’s attention. He looks up at Roy, meets his gaze, and Roy holds it as he presses the hand around Jamie’s neck down harder. He gives it a moment, lets Jamie feel the weight, and then he pushes his fingers inside Jamie hard. He knows Jamie inside and out, curling his fingers up at just the right spot to fuck into his prostate hard, then watches the show.
Jamie’s body jerks under him hard, hips bucking up and back arching with all the strength he had, before he collapses. Roy pulls the hand away from his throat but keeps fingers moving in quick, direct thrifts. He feels Jamie trembling around his fingers and watches as his cock starts shooting thick white ribbons across chest.
Roy’s fingers fuck him through the orgasm before pulling back, drinking the sight of Jamie in. He has a pink blush from his sweaty hairline to his chest, lips parted as he still pants softly for breath. Roy reaches out to run a hand up Jamie’s thigh and makes him shudder, a broken whine escaping. He’s so fucking beautiful, especially when he lets Roy break him down to use him like this, that Roy can’t resist pressing him further.
Jamie’s just beginning to stir as Roy is lining his cock up, doesn’t even get to open his eyes before Roy’s pressing in and making Jamie moan. “Good boy Jamie. Finally being my fucking good boy.” He reaches up, dragging his nails along the line of Jamie’s jaw. “Give me your color again?”
Jamie whimpers softly, tilting his chin up for Roy before “Green, green sir. Feel so good. Want, want more.”
Roy leans down to kiss him gently, continuing to drag his nails over his throat. “Mm, my good little slut. So fucking desperate for me to use you like my little toy. That why you were such a fucking prick today? Pushing me to my breaking point?”
“Y-yes, yes sir. I wanted- nngh. ” Roy doesn’t care what else Jamie had to say, having got his confirmation. Instead he pushes his cock in all at once and barely gives Jamie a chance to adjust before starting a rough pace.
He gives Jamie a minute to moan and babble, savoring the unrestrained noises. Jamie’s always loud, but when Roy’s been this fucking rough and made him this fucking sensitive, he’s practically screaming. That’s one of the nice things about having such a big, nice house is that no one can hear it.
The other good thing is no one can hear it suddenly stop with a choked noise. And fucking hell if cutting off Jamie’s moans isn’t just as sexy as the moans themselves.
“Mine. Fucking mine . Mine to use.” Is all Roy whispers against the corner of Jamie’s jaw, right below his ear. “My fucking toy. Gonna wake up full of my come like my fucking good little slut.”
Jamie’s response is a shive and as much of a nod as Roy’s hand would allow, and Roy speeds up his thrusts. He knows how Jamie’s body feels under him, every quiver of muscle and their meaning. His stomach is spasming from the overstimulation, cock slowly swelling back up between them, legs trembling softly with each thrust. He doesn’t even need for confirmation, just knows from feeling Jamie go limp under him again.
Roy loves him so fucking much, loves everything Jamie does even if it pisses him off, but there’s always something special about this. Jamie, fully trusting Roy, letting him have complete control. Use his body completely for Roy’s own pleasure. This was the relief from the tension Roy had been desperately needing.
He’s holding himself off from coming too quickly, waiting for Jamie’s overstimulated cock to catch up, so as soon as Jamie gives the first sign of stirring Roy’s hand returns to his throat to stop him. He leans back down and whispers “Shh, fucking mine. My good boy, my slut to use,” repeating until Jamie goes lax again. Roy feels powerful and sexy, a dangerous combination when he’s so close.
He moves the hand from Jamie’s throat to his cock, encouraging him to meet Roy where he was, then slides the other arm under Jamie’s hips to angle them. He knows he’s nailed Jamie’s prostate when Jamie lets out a soft broken sound, and focuses his efforts there.
Jamie doesn’t get any louder, but his body starts shaking again. It’s gentle at first, like a shiver, but increases as Jamie’s body starts tensing up. He tightens around Roy’s cock and starts dragging him to the edge of his own cliff, and Roy practically could’ve count them both down like fucking rockets launching.
Jamie’s hips jerk again as he comes, this time hitting both his and Roy’s chest. The moan he lets out is straight from his lungs, breathy and broken. Roy’s only one more thrust behind, barely getting to enjoy watching Jamie before he’s pushing in as deep as he can, then doubles over as he comes himself.
Ironically, he comes so hard he sees stars, and has to take an extra minute to blink them away as he comes down. Not that he would’ve minded passing out with his cock deep in Jamie Tartt.
It’s a few minutes before he feels steady enough to pull out and lift Jamie off the couch and into his arms once again. The younger man stays quiet, a gentle tremble running through him. Roy csrried him carefully him to the bedroom and lays him on to the bed. It’s not until Roy’s pressing in a plug, cold his hot skin, that Jamie stirs with a soft gasp and then mumbles “I, fuck, Roy?”
“Right here babe.” He makes sure the plug is settled before moving up to kiss Jamie, long and slow. “Did so good, took me so well, made me come so hard.”
Jamie shudders, shifting slightly to feel the plug. “I- yeah? Fuck. Good. Feel, feel so good sir.”
Roy sets to his aftercare plan, making sure Jamie’s fully taken care of after such a rough session, before he climbs in to bed next to him. He kisses on Jamie, soothing him, helping him to relax, until Jamie’s dozing against his chest. The only noises now were his soft breaths and the rain outside.