Fliq is pinned to the bed by Splendid's hand. Splendid's fingers are wrapped around his throat like a vice. Fliq's jacket is open, revealing his bare chest, his dog tags jingling on his chest with each of Splendid's rough thrusts. Fliq can barely keep one eye open. Tears are streaming down his face. He bunches the sheets with his fists.
"Say it." Splendid orders hoarsely.
"I..." it's hard to speak. "I...lo-" Fliq chokes on his words. He struggles to get in enough breath to speak. "I...l-love..." he gasps. "Y-you..."
Splendid's breath is ragged, his thrusts pick up speed. "Say it again. Say it again!" he growls.
He knows how hard it is for Fliq to speak like this. Fliq closes his eyes and takes as deep a breath as he's able. "I, love, you!" he whispers.
"Fuck!" Splendid barks. He presses his forehead against Fliq's, panting in his face. Fliq tries to take in the air. Fliq wonders faintly if Splendid will make him say it again. He almost says it reflexively but decides he'll wait until the order comes.
"Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck..." Splendid growls. He jerks as he climaxes. For a moment, his grip on Fliq's throat is unbearably tight. Then, it passes. His grip softens. Splendid remains on top of Fliq, panting. Slowly, tenderly, he removes his hand from Fliq's throat. Splendid watches Fliq take slow, deep breaths. There's a red mark on his neck from Splendid's fingers. It almost looks like a hickey. Splendid gently kisses it. Fliq flinches, then relaxes.
Splendid looks down at Fliq's cock. "You're still hard," he notes. He lightly brushes his fingers down the shaft. "Did you cum?"
Fliq is too tired to speak yet. Or open his eyes. He shakes his head. Splendid licks his lips. Splendid sucks him off. Fliq cums quietly, putting a hand over his mouth to keep from crying out.
Splendid sits up next to Fliq. Fliq rests his head on Splendid's shoulder. Splendid gently combs his fingers through Fliq's hair.
Splendid gently turns Fliq's head to him so he can look him in the eyes. "Do you want something to drink?" He asks. Fliq nods his head. "Something cold?" Splendid asks. Fliq shakes his head. "Something hot?" A nod. "Tea?" Fliq smiles and nods. Splendid goes downstairs for tea.
Fliq flops down on the bed, enjoying the quiet. He should probably shower and see if he can't convince Splendid to wash his clothes, but right now, it feels so good to just lay in bed. Splendid comes back. He offers one of the streaming mugs of tea to Fliq. It's comforting on his raw throat.
