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The desire only first occurred when Break eyed Gilbert, drunk and crying, the first time that they’d drank together. It wasn’t even his own idea; it seemed that Gilbert had taken up the habits of drinking and smoking on his own, probably because of the life-induced stress that had been put on his shoulders and building up ever since he was a child. Break was never kind enough to give Gilbert alcohol before he turned the legal age to buy it (physically, anyway), and it’s not because he cares for age limits or anything, but Gilbert had never really asked.
It was a hobby that Gilbert took up all on his own, but it’s not that surprising. It’s not like Gilbert drinks as often as he smokes, the little chain smoker he is, but it sure is entertaining when he does.
The desire, the interest that Break feels right now isn’t new, but it seems to have come back stronger than ever. Watching Gilbert cry to Oz over wanting Oz to be more careful and considerate of his body, seeing those teary eyes with that soft smile… It only makes Break want to wreck him.
Does he truly care for the Nightray child? Well, he’s not much of a child anymore, but he certainly acts like one at times. That’s neither here nor there, though. Perhaps, in some part of him, he does care for Gilbert, but he wants to allow himself to be selfish for once, now that the opportunity’s presented itself to him.
It’s a miracle that Gilbert hadn’t fallen asleep with everyone else, but Break would have simply woken him up if he did. He wants to see Gilbert cry again, weak and shaky and so, so tempting. Being selfish isn’t new, since, according to Gilbert, he’s more selfish than he is selfless, and Break would beg to differ in any other instance…
But maybe he’s right. ~
Because, gods, the way that Gilbert’s looking up at him right now is tantalizing.
Eyelashes fluttering, eyes unfocused but still trained on Break’s face from underneath the hatter’s desk. His jaw working around Break’s cock, messy but still determined to take as much as he can. The sight of raven-dark hair clenched between his own fingers, oh, Break loves it.
“That’s a good boy, now,” Break hums, and feels heavy satisfaction in the way that he sees Gilbert keening at the praise. It’s finally nice to have some control again after feeling just a tad unsteady on his feet with what’s been going on lately… but this is how it should be.
Gilbert whines, barely aware of where he is, and Break can’t help but grin as he leans back against the chair at his desk. He decides he can be nice, for a second, and pulls Gilbert back by the hair so that he can breathe. It’s clear that that the raven-haired boy doesn’t want to stop, still chasing Break’s cock with his mouth, but Break yanks him back, harder, to make sure he breathes. Gilbert’s not allowed to look away, though, and Break makes sure of it, pulling upwards and keeping Gilbert’s eyes trained on him.
Oz may be Gilbert’s master and all, but Break’s the one that’s really calling the shots right now.
“Breathe, darling.” Can’t have Gilbert collapsing on him now just because he’s too eager. “I know you’re eager, but do you think you can take all of it?” Even if Gilbert can’t… that’s fine. Break will make it happen either way.
Honestly… he probably won’t get this again for awhile, unless Gilbert has some epiphany when he’s sober, so Break will take advantage of the situation while he can. Besides… that drunken flush, those unfocused, golden eyes of his… it’s maddening. Break doesn’t mind that Gilbert’s so intoxicated that he can barely think for himself right now. No, actually, Break prefers it.
There’s no need to talk about this later, after all.
Gilbert shudders out a breath and Break grins. “I… I want to,” he admits, shameless in his intoxication at this point.
“Good answer. Really, you’d be taking all of me whether you wanted to or not, but it’s nice that you’re so eager. ~” With that, Break stands from the desk chair that he’d been relaxing in, shifting Gilbert so that he comes forward, out from under the desk.
Break had expected Gilbert to be so easy to push around like this, but it’s still nice to witness. It’s not like the boy’s too stubborn or anything when sober, but he complains and whines too much, possibly because the Vessalius boy won’t stop teasing him. It’s fine, though, because it only makes all of this more appealing.
“Come here, okay? I’m going to make it fun for you.” After all, those tears haven’t fallen from Gilbert’s eyes yet, and that’s exactly what Break wants. He wants to see him cry, unaware of where he is, messy, broken.
Gilbert shifts on his knees to get as comfortable as he can on the carpeted floor and Break pulls him by the hair again, closer. Without so much as a reminder for Gilbert to breathe, Break thrusts his cock between those plush lips of his without warning, and the choked sound that Gilbert makes is everything.
He doesn’t stop, either.
Break doesn’t relent, wanting those tears to fall over and over and over again. He continues thrusting in and out, in and out, feeling himself hit the back of Gilbert’s throat, only for Gilbert to whine, give choked-off moans and struggle to stay in place. At least Break’s kind enough to hold wGilbert in place, though, and isn’t he just so nice?
Gilbert’s mouth feels heavenly and Break’s already mourning the idea of it being over, but he’s going to have Gilbert for as long as he can before he either passes out or sobers up, whichever one comes first.
The feeling of Gilbert’s hands scrabbling for purchase at Break’s thighs is entertaining, and they eventually settle on Break’s hips, which is fine. What a good puppy, honestly… It’s almost too much, warm and wet around his cock, with Gilbert being so obedient to him. Every few moments, he allows Gilbert to pull off to take a second to breathe, and it’s okay because it gives Break a chance to admire Gilbert’s mouth messy with saliva and precum, drool gathering at the corners where he’s trying and barely succeeding at taking Break all the way down.
Which makes the next part even more exciting.
It feels amazing, and it doesn’t take long for those tears to fall from pretty golden eyes. Gilbert’s hiccuping around taking Break all the down, full-on crying, and that’s what sends Break over the edge that he’d been trying to hold onto for as long as possible.
He gives no warning other than the murmured curse that falls from his lips as he pulls Gilbert’s head forward, keeping him there as he cums down his throat. At that, Gilbert really chokes, trying to pull his head back as an instinctive reaction, but Break won’t allow him to until he’s done.
It’s a tad embarrassing to admit, but if Break hadn’t been around for so long and gotten used to this like he has, the sight and sound of Gilbert gagging around him and trying to catch his breath would be enough to arouse Break all over again.
“Ngh… Good boy, Gil,” Break mumbles again, a bit strained because the pleasure that courses through him is almost too much for him to handle. Almost. Gilbert just looks so pretty like this, hazy and somewhat unaware, but taking him so well..
Maybe Break’s a bit of a control freak when it comes to sex like this, but what’s new?
Finally, finally, Break releases Gilbert from his grip, letting go of his hair and allowing Gilbert to come off of his cock and breathe. Gilbert folds in on himself, coughing, and Break shifts down onto his knees so that he’s eye-level with the raven boy.
Studying him closely, Break can’t help the grin that crosses his face once more, though he does feel a bit hazy, himself. He can’t imagine what Gilbert feels from the insides, but he’s about to find out. With one hand, he lifts Gilbert’s chin so that he’ll meet Break’s eyes, and with the other, he palms over Gilbert’s clothed dick, being nice enough to give him the faintest relief.
It shouldn’t be difficult to keep himself in check, but Break can only chalk it up to Gilbert being so pretty, so good for him. He can’t help himself, pressing a messy kiss to Gilbert’s lips, licking into his mouth and exploring every inch of him. It’s not all that pleasant, tasting himself on Gilbert’s tongue, but he’ll live.
When he pulls away, there’s a string of saliva that’s connecting their lips which Break swipes away with his tongue. “So good for me… I guess you deserve a reward, hm, Gil?”