He expects me to take him as soon as we’re through the door, so I ignore him. I make my way, still unspeaking, up our stairs. He follows behind me as I enter our bedroom and then turn to face him as I unbuckle my belt and relish the indulgence of springing free with one swift movement. My trousers and underwear fall to the floor. After making a show of clenching my abs as I lift my shirt up to remove it, I nod at him with hooded eyes.

His lips tilt at the corners as he mirrors my striptease and I allow myself to observe the tiniest details, my eyes lazy with lust.

He stands, naked and proud, and now I’m on him, turning him and slamming him against the wall.

“Don’t ever assume I don’t want to spend time with you, but this is where I want to be.” I growl the words into his ear before biting down on his lobe.

He doesn’t reply, but he gasps at the pinch and turns his head so his cheek is flat against our whitewash. My teeth graze the sinews down the side of his throat. He tilts his head presenting me his most vulnerable part. My hand snakes up and I throb between his buttocks as the tips of my fingers connect with his Adam’s apple.

He catches his breath, waits, and I wrap my fingers around his neck catching on his stubble. He swallows and moans.

“Ah, you like that...” My breath is warm as I whisper in his ear and when he replies his voice is gruff.

“Yeah, I like it.” He’s confident and vulnerable all at once and I love him all the more for it.

Wiping a slick layer of lube between his butt cheeks, I gently push a finger inside him. He spreads his legs wider, still allowing me to pin him tight between my hard body and the cold wall. Working around until I have space, I insert another and then I bend, kneeling behind his straddled form to circle inside him, to curve my fingers against his special spot.

He pushes his forehead to rest against the wall and slides one hand from where he’d been bracing himself. It lands on his cock and he starts to ease the pressure with a vigorous beat.

“Stop that. Behave yourself.” His hand ceases, but it lingers. “Move your fingers, back up by your shoulders.”

He’s a good pupil. As he places his hands out of the way he presses his butt back onto me, forcing my fingers to slide further inside him.

“Ahhh.” He moans as his hips gyrate, working their own rhythm to my internal oscillation.

I can bear it no longer. I stand and I slam deep into him, my balls smacking against his skin. The force of my angry crashing squashes his cheek as he relents to my power, collapsing his face against the wall. I curl my wrist to take his cock in my hand, each thrust of my hips beating my arm against the plaster as I work him from his front and rear.

The crescendo curls my toes into the thick pile of the carpet, sending shivers from my quaking knees to my balls and surging up through my swollen penis. The all consuming passion renders my body useless, out of control. My hand stops, Elliott grasps it, tightens my grip against him as he thrusts between my furled fingers.

He cries out as he comes and I discharge inside him.

“Wow, I guess you can’t do that if you’re out,” he whispers when he’s recaptured his breath.

And I smile, having successfully demonstrated the sanctity of our home.