Hard muscles strain against him, against stronger muscles, harder hands, a fight for dominance, a dance that began with the first step into the room, maybe before, when he'd first recognized the hunger.

He fights, but his body knows what it needs, what it wants, and Steve is ready to give it to him, shoving his cock into the tight ass, earning a long, low moan that is as much permission as they way his body sags under him, sinking down onto the bed.

It's been a long time since he's needed this, longer still since Steve has given it to him. Steve draws eight rough lines down his back with nails sharper than any man's, releasing the flow of red over pale white skin. Jeff hisses, his hips rising up before Steve leans in, licking slowly up each line, swallowing down the heat as he fucks into him, slow now that the initial penetration is over, now that the initial submission has been one.

They have all the time in the world...and before it's over they'll both get what they need...Jeff will get his pain and release, Steve will feed and fuck until he's sated...and then they would go their separate ways once more...until the next time Jeff needs to have his skin painted red.