"That's it. Take it. Show me how much you need Daddy's cock inside you."
When he pulled his fingers out, I whimpered at the emptiness. His thick cock pressed against my entrance, the head already slick with pre-cum.
"You're already mine." He growled, pushing inside me in one brutal thrust that made me scream. "You've always been mine. Julian just reminded us both why."
The stretch burned perfectly, my body yielding to his invasion. He was so thick, so hard, filling me completely until I couldn't tell where I ended and he began.
He fucked me against the wall, each thrust driving me forward into the plaster. Julian's blood smeared between our bodies, mixing with sweat and pre-cum and the tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming intensity.
His pace became punishing, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. One hand gripped my hip hard enough to bruise while the other wrapped around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make my vision blur.
"Look at us." Ezra panted, one hand gripping my hair to force my head up. "Look at what we're creating."
I opened my eyes to see our reflection in the glass of Julian's specimen jars. Ezra behind me, wild with possessive fury, his cock disappearing into my ass with each thrust. My own face, streaked with blood and tears and complete bliss, mouth open in silent screams of pleasure. The wall in front of us was painted in handprints and body impressions in crimson and white.
His cock swelled inside me, hitting that perfect spot with each stroke until I was babbling incoherently. "Please, Daddy, please let me come. I need it so bad."
"Go on," he commanded, his teeth sinking into my shoulder. "Come on Daddy's cock like the good boy you are."
When he came inside me, his release triggered my own. I painted the wall with my cum while he filled me, his hot seed flooding my ass as my body clenched around him. Our combined fluids mixed with Julian's blood to create something abstract and beautiful and completely ours.
We stayed there for a long moment, both breathing hard, still joined, staring at what we'd accidentally created on the plaster.
"We marked this place," I whispered. "Claimed it."
He pulled out of me slowly, both of us watching the mess leak down my thighs. His hands settled on my waist, steady and sure. “It’s beautiful, in its own way. Like abstract art.”
"We have to preserve it." I said, understanding dawning. "Cut out this section. Take it with us."
Ezra's laugh was dark and delighted. "Our bedroom wall. Above our bed. A reminder of what happens when someone tries to tear us apart."
I turned in his arms, something warm and unexpected blooming in my chest. "Our bed?"
The words hung between us, loaded with implications neither of us had voiced before. When our eyes met, I saw vulnerability flicker across his features before he could mask it. For a moment, the composed professor disappeared entirely, leaving behind something raw and uncertain.
"I..." He swallowed hard, looking almost nervous. "Yes. If you want that. I want you there every night, Micah. Not just when we're working. Not just when we're creating together. Always. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms and wake up to your face every morning for the rest of my life."
My eyes burned with unshed tears. “You do?”
“Of course, dear boy,” he said, cupping my cheek. “I love you.”
My throat tightened. I blinked, letting the tears spill over before throwing myself against his chest. “I love you too, Daddy! So much!”
“There, there, sweet boy,” he said, stroking his fingers through my hair. “Don’t cry. Come see what I’ve brought you.”
He pulled me toward the stairs. Above, in a moderately appointed kitchen, waited my moth, poised upon Julian’s kitchen table as if it’d been there the entire time. I gasped and rushed forward to grab it, cradling it against my chest until it emitted that soft, familiar glow. “Thank you, Daddy! I…I…I need..." I began, then stopped, suddenly desperate for the comfort only Ezra could provide.
Understanding softened his expression immediately. "Come here, sweet boy." He pulled out a kitchen chair and sat, unbuttoning his shirt just enough to expose his chest. "Let Daddy take care of you."
I settled into his lap, blood and cum still drying on my skin, and found his nipple with my mouth. The moment my lips closed around him, everything inside me quieted. His heartbeat thrummed beneath my ear, steady and strong. His fingers stroked through my hair as I suckled, drawing comfort from his body.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice vibrating through his chest. "Take what you need. Daddy's got you. You're safe now."
The moth glowed softly, pulsing in time with my heartbeat as I nursed. Ezra's nipple hardened against my tongue, familiar and perfect. This was sanctuary, this was home—not a place but a person, not a building but a connection.
I never believed anyone would see the broken, monstrous parts of me and choose to stay. All my life, I'd constructed elaborate masks to appear normal, acceptable, worthy of basic human kindness. Yet here I was, my darkness laid bare, my mostshameful needs exposed, and still—Ezra held me. Claimed me. Cherished me.
"My deadly angel," he murmured against my hair as I continued to suckle. "My gorgeous monster who chose me over salvation."
