>>394>>395Thomas didn't leave. He shoved Reese into the shadows onto his back, and Reese grunted from the impact. Thomas came down heavy on top of him. He smelled like sweat. Reese hated the stink of him. "Did you think I'd be frightened? Of you, the village coward?" Thomas forced his fingers into his mouth and Reese gagged. He could taste faint traces of gunpowder. He'd been hunting with the men earlier. Had been given the right. Reese had never touched a rifle in his life. Thomas jerked them out with a wince, deep teeth marks encircling his knuckles. Reese shoved up at his chest, hand sliding towards his shoulder to grip at it as Thomas forced his wet fingers into his ass. Not without some resistance, not without some pain that Reese whimpered through. Arousal snaked through him, had snaked through him the minute Thomas had come down on top of him. He dug his stubby bitten down nails into Thomas skin. Half-hard and beginning to pant.
"Do you envy me, Reese?" Thomas yanked his fingers out of him. His hand found Reese's mouth and held it shut as he forced his wet cockhead inside of him. Quickly, without ceremony, his shaft gradually followed suit. The worn floorboards creaked beneath Reese's clammy back. He groaned into his palm, nails drawing blood now. His own was boiling. Rage or lust, both. He didn't know. If he was crying, it was only because it wasn’t fair. It was only Because Thomas himself wasn’t fair. "Is that," Thomas was thrusting into him now. It hurt more than anything but Reese wound his legs around his middle like he didn't want him to stop. "is that what this is about? God, at least you're good for something. When I tell everyone, they’ll be so relieved. How hard it must be to live without a purpose." Reese thought about killing him still, bashing his head in over and over. He thought about that as he desperately tried to meet his thrusts. The moon hung high outside only window, eerie, yellow, ugly. He couldn’t see through his tears.
Thomas. Perfect Thomas. Reese wanted him dead.