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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage, Rape/Non-Con
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Mr._Robot_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Elliot_Alderson/Mr._Robot
  Character:
      Elliot_Alderson, Edward_Alderson_|_Mr._Robot
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Scent_Kink, Pseudo-Incest, Incest, Hand_Jobs, Blow_Jobs,
      Anal_Sex, Dark, this_is_so_messed_up, The_Author_Regrets_Everything,
      Daddy_Kink
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Undocumented_Past_Tales_Of_Mr._Robot_And_Elliot
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-13 Words: 5701
****** How did your love become so violent? ******
by foreignair
Summary
     Elliot remembers his childhood with the help of Mr. Robot's jacket.
     That's until Mr. Robot decides to show up.
Notes
     Title from Teddy Bear by Melanie Martinez.
     Please read the tags before reading.
See the end of the work for more notes
Closed doors, closed windows. His hands pass through the curtains and the
apartment it's surrounded by darkness.
He is standing in the room, only listening to the sound of his beating heart.
Opened closet, Opened mouth. He takes the garment where he keeps it, the box
protecting it, the plastic surrounding it.
His fingers shake in his hoodie, undoing the zipper until it's all the way down
and he feels the fresh air on his bare skin. There is an exhale, his own, and
it's the only thing heard in the apartment. His legs start walking on his own,
his body is doing what he wants because if he thinks it again the shame on
himself is going to stop him.
He stops and feels the soft fabric of the sheets below him. It's unlike the
cloth he is holding, rough and harsh under his fingertips. The sound of his own
belt undoing, but he doesn't let the cloth fall, he wants to feel it under his
touch. His pants slip off him and he is left on his boxers.
A small gasp escapes his lips when he lets himself fall in the bed sheets. His
legs move under the covers, still, some dignity- or shameleft on him to hide
underneath them.
His thumb grazes in the fabric his holding, and he lets his head fall under the
pillows. He brings the cloth up, and his other hand lowers itself instead.
He inhales.
The fresh smell of cologne, the burnt computer parts, shave cream.
Elliot can get his scent, the scent that reminds him of him and it clouds his
mind. His other hand wanders through his stomach, tracing his fingers on it
before it goes to his groin. He hasn't bothered slicking his hand with lube or
his spit, it's easier imagining the rough hands of him.
He whimpers when he grabs himself with his hand. A choked noise while he puts
Mr. Robot's jacket further into his face. He can feel the rough material on his
skin and on his chest, moving gently at the stroking on his hand.
The smell of sweat that was impregnated while working in the small shop. Elliot
almost can remember himself at his side, the odor of cigarettes on his mouth.
How much he wanted to taste it, but not from the pack as he once offered him.
He moans at the thought, his tongue tracing the metal zipper. Tasting the
copper on his mouth, the rest of the metal grazes on his skin. His head falls
momentarily into the side when he passes a thumb through the head of his cock.
The elastic band of his boxers hurts his wrist, but Elliot whimpers when the
precome stained cloth sticks into his hand.
He would tell him he was too short to watch him work on his desk, and would
innocently ask if he could sit on his lap. He would accept, of course,
everything for his baby boy, and would put him in. Elliot would shift
restlessly under him, making sure he pressed his ass directly into his groin.
He would tell that he was bored, only when he would feel the hardness in his
pants pushing against him.
He left him wanting him as much as he did.
Saliva started dripping off the side of his mouth. The pace on his cock faster,
he drowned the moans in the cloth and finding himself that the thought of it
caused more. He mouthed the fabric, his lips tasting the jacket almost as if it
was him. How he wished it was him.
That night. He remembered that night. The night he finally dared to touch him.
It was Elliot that heard the silence in his room of the shop and wondered what
were those slick noises coming from the other side of the door. Elliot peeked
through it, opening the door, and found him doing the same thing Elliot was
doing to himself now.
Elliot replicated the movements buried in his memory on himself. A flicker of
the wrist, both thumbs teasing the outline of the head. Almost all his method
was a replica of that second he saw, and every time he jerked off it was a
reminder. He was painting, his hips moved against his fist. His hand left his
cock a moment, just for him to wipe the pre come in the sheets. It wasn't
rough, it didn't hurt with the slickness.
It wasn't like that night.
His eyes were closed and his thighs bare, pants around his ankles. He was
trying his best in keeping quiet, Elliot moved further in the room as he
observed him pant. His hips thrusting up and he bit his hand in order not to
scream.
“Dad, what are you doing?”
His eyes shoot open at the second, but what Elliot saw in them was clouded
eyes. He tried so hard in focus on Elliot, and when he finally did, Elliot saw
his cock out in the open twitch.
“Elliot” He slurred, still breathing hard.
Elliot then saw the empty bottle of whiskey and various of beer, resting on the
work table behind him. He moved his mouth, thinking of Elliot's question.
“Daddy was just thinking of you”
Elliot whimpered at that. He laughed.
“Come on baby boy, come with daddy” His hands made a gesture, his hands fidget
on his thighs “He wants to show you something special”
“Yes, please” Elliot whines, the jacket going from his lips to his stomach.
He jerks his hips, wrapping the cloth in his groin. The feel of the fabric not
competing with his hand. He grips himself in a fist through the garment and
starts jerking. His moans getting louder, his pants getting shorter as he can
feel the graze of the zipper on his cock. And pre cum is staining the jacket,
marking it with his own. Both of their scents are going to be together, and
when he smells this, is going to be impossible not to think what a shameless
fucked up thing he has done.
“You want Daddy to touch you?”
“Yes, please touch your baby boy” He is wriggling against the sheets. His hair
sticking with sweat. “Touch me, I want you to touch me please”
“Tell me, Elliot, how long have you wanted this?”
“I always wanted it Daddy” Elliot's head falls into the pillows, buries himself
on them “I always wanted you to touch me. Fuck- taste your lips, feel your cock
in me, your tongue tracing my skin. I have always wanted you to touch your baby
boy”
“Then why you never told me this, Elliot”
Elliot stops, lets gasps escape his lips. His eyes shot wide open at the sound
of his voice.
He sees a shadow, remembers momentary where he really is. In the bed sheets of
his apartment, whimpering like a bitch in heat. Jerking himself with the jacket
he has kept for almost twenty years at the image of him. Elliot still wants
him, and he realized he never left wanting him. Making Mr. Robot in the wanton
of his dad.
“Why you never told me, Elliot”
And now Mr. Robot is stepping out of the shadows and making his way to him. He
doesn't have his jacket on, and Elliot looks down, fist still wrapping himself
around his cock.
Maybe it's a hallucination like his dad thought of him that night. He thought
Elliot was the product of his drunkenness, but the cock in Elliot's mouth was
too real for him.
“What are you going to show me, Daddy?” Elliot followed the finger directing
him.
He groaned, hand gripping the base of his cock in order not to finish by the
word. Elliot looked at him, with those big round blue eyes, the thing it
reminded him most of. The thing it makes his pants so tight because it reminded
he was his son.
“It's a game, Elliot” He says, closing his eyes for a second because Elliot is
looking to him through eyelashes.
Elliot licks his wet rosy lips. Children lips. He had imagined how they would
taste like, if the lips would be as soft as they looked under his teeth.
“Do I get to play?”
“It's an adult game Elliot, I don't know-”
And then Elliot whimpers, kneeling in front of him and he knows this can't be
real. But fuck he is going to drag this fantasy as long as he can.
“Pleaseeee” Elliot pleads, and the stroking on his cock resumes. “Pleaseee
Daddy, I want to play. I will be good, please let me play”
The warmness of small hands is on his bare tights, stroking them gently as a
plead. He groans, drawing his hips up while the obscene noise of Elliot's
whimpers accompanies the slick sounds of his strokes.
“Will you do whatever Daddy orders to do?”
“Yes, please”  Elliot says it so quickly that his own head is spinning. By the
arousal, by the alcohol in his system. By the way, Elliot's mouth is so close
to his cock.
He gets harder under Mr. Robot's state. He looks accusative as if he is mad at
him, disappointed. And he bites his lips imagining him punishing him, telling
Elliot he has been a bad boy.
Mr. Robot still observes him, quiet, silently. Elliot notices he is hard under
his jeans, an obvious big bulge making itself present.
“I think you remember this part,” Mr. Robot says, rough voice making Elliot's
legs shake as he walks to him “Show me what I taught you, kiddo”
He grabs Elliot, rough movements. Grabs his shirt and tears it off with his
hands. He growls when he sees the bare skin underneath him.
“Come on baby, come with me”
And Elliot is climbing on his lap, his body fitting in his tights. His hands go
through Elliot's bare chest. Not a single hair, and then his fingers rest on
his small nipples.
The sound he makes as he pinches them almost makes him cum right there. The
redness on his face in embarrassment as he realizes he did it in front of him.
There is a lot of things Elliot is going to do in front of him.
He should know it was a trick. Mr. Robot letting him fulfill what he alway
wanted since he was a kid. Him.
He walks to Mr. Robot and stands in front of him. The older man looks at him,
crossed arm and stern expression while Elliot shifts uncomfortably under his
gaze. Elliot handles him the rough brown fabric that has started it all.
Mr. Robot stares at it. Glasses obscured by the shadow of his cap.
Then fingers are on his back, sending shivers through his body. Elliot
represses a moan, shakes the jacket impatiently but Mr. Robot just continues
grazing his fingertips in his skin.
“Please just take it,” Elliot tells him, knows he enjoys watching him squirm,
but he wants them to forget the incident “Just let me go”
A small grin catches Mr. Robot's lips.
“But why would I let my baby boy go?”
The strong hands are around him. Chest to Chest, only that his is exposed.
Elliot can feel Daddy's hard cock pressing on his shorts. Elliot moves
impatiently, whining.
He is running his hands around his back and chest, whispers things. Obscenities
and words he is not allowed to say, or he has heard only adults say when they
were angry.
But he doesn't look angry, he looks like he can't get enough of him. He is
running his face on Elliot's neck, the stubble prickles his skin. They are
goosebumps and he shudders. He laughs amused.
“The first thing I need you to do” And now he is running his nails lightly
through Elliot's back, he whines arching his back by the action. “Is put your
mouth in Daddy's thing”
“What is that?” Elliot opens his eyes, innocently “Why is it so hard and
leaking, Dad?”
“Something that happens when Daddy thinks of you” the voice is straining of his
lips, almost choking them out.
“Why is it so big?”
He groans at that, he feels his hips move against him. Lets his head fall to
the back.
“It isn't going to be a problem for you, right?”
“No!” he pouts, getting off his lap. He worries, but then Elliot is on his
knees again.
The smell of cigarettes becomes harder, he can smell it in the room every time
he inhales, and it feels a familiar sensation. He almost can hear the light, he
can taste the smoke on his tongue. The smoke is filling his lungs until they
ache.
“You've grown up”  Mr. Robot inspects him, and Elliot swallows hard.
“I can see that” And now he grabs Elliot's cock in his hand. Elliot's legs give
up, but Mr. Robot instead starts jerking him off.
“You're a big boy now” his lips are on his ear, the whisper goes directly to
his cock. Mr. Robot laughs when he feels him twitch on his hand.
“And I bet that mouth is too” his tongue traces the outline of his earlobe
before biting it. Elliot's hands are clinging his shoulders “You couldn't fit
all on me in that pretty mouth of yours. I bet you can't even now, but don't
worry baby boy. Daddy knows another thing we can fit it in”
He is pushing Elliot off and he grabs his neck. His hand is hard, grip digging
through his throat and Elliot chokes. His hands are off Mr. Robot's shoulders
and now digging his nails into his arm. He gasps, he moans, his cock twitches
and his legs move in an attempt to stop him.
Mr. Robot's stern expression is present again. While he pulls Elliot up, while
he drags him to the bed when he throws him into the sheet.
Elliot gasp, hands grabbing his own neck, while tries to breathe again. Finds
himself instead choking by the smoke of cigarettes on his face. Mr. Robot has
lightened one up, and the smoke surrounding him is hypnotic. The jacket on his
hands is thrown to him, and Elliot's head is spinning.
“Put it on” Mr. Robot makes his way to him, and he exhales the burned tobacco
on his face until his nose hurts every time he breathes.
Elliots looks at him confused, face reddening at the thought of wearing it. He
has never done that, not in all these years.
“Can you do that?” Mr, Robot licks his lips, Elliot doesn't have to taste the
nicotine in his lips, his lungs are already filled with them. “Do that one
thing for your Daddy”
He starts licking his cock, small kitty licks. The small tongue almost doing
nothing. But Mr. Robot is biting his tongue hard, and he closes his eyes.
“Baby, put that mouth in the top” he breathes “The part where all the white is
coming out”
Elliot opens his mouth and does as he is instructed.
He moans. Hips jerking up and choking Elliot and he apologizes but Elliot
continues. He sucks the head and his pants get smaller, while his hand twitches
at his side. He wants to grab Elliot's head by the sides and fuck his mouth
until he can't speak for a week, until there is just a small voice left. He
wants to unload himself on his throat, that his son swallows his own father's
cum.
“What next, Dad?” Elliot asks, still licking his cock.
He does it like a lolly, the countless of times he had imagined Elliot sucking
his cock while doing that. He always bought him all that he wanted in the
summer heat. Always had some in the freezer for him to eat around the house. It
was easier to jerk off without people noticing.
“You have to put it all in” his hand finally is in Elliot's head. But he just
passes it through his hair slowly. How much s trength it takes him only doing
that.
Elliot tries to do it, but he chokes. He looks up at him worried.
“It's okay, baby, it's okay” he passes his fingers through his cheek. Elliot
follows them with his head. “Slow and steady. Relax your throat”
Elliot nods before he tries again. He can feel the tight wet heat enveloping
him further.
“Like that- yes, yes. Good boy” His head hits his side, his thighs are shaking
in order not to move them “Move your head up and down, like that yes, hollow
your cheeks more. Daddy loves when you do that”
He grabs a fist full of hair and slowly pulls Elliot down further into his
cock. Elliot moans, tears are present in his eyes, saliva is dripping off at
his sides.
“Ah-ah yes, like that baby, like that. Fuck, baby, Ah-” he is the one now
losing his voice, the chokes high pitched “Fuck, baby, baby, more, please,
please”
He is rough, he knows he wants it like that.
He has the jacket on and Mr. Robot instead is getting his shirt off. He traces
his muscles with his eyes and his hand is now in them before he can think.
Mr. Robot looks at him, before slapping his hand away, thinks it twice, and now
he is pinning them above his head.
The grip is too hard, it digs into his wrists. He wishes they were a rope,
cable, a threat for it to cut into the flesh. That marks were there. The hand
on him makes it better, he wriggles more in order to get out of him.
Mr. Robot slaps him. His head rolls to his side, spit manages to fall off.
“Stop fantasizing” he barks, grabbing his jaw with his free hand. Hair falls
into his head, sticking with sweat. “When the real thing is here”
“The fantasy is at least fucking m-” the slap stops his words. Elliot laughs
until a hand on his throat is preventing him.
“When this hand stops choking you, you are going to beg me to fuck you” Mr.
Robot spits. Elliot tries to breathe but the hand is holding him into the
pillows “You are going to beg as you mean it, beg as much as I wanted you all
this time since you were a kid. Beg me to fuck your brains out, nothing more
like a  fucking slut”
The hand is out and Elliot gasps, but then is choking him again.
“I didn't hear you beg, darling” he slaps his cheek mockingly. Tears are
rolling down his sides. “You think you breathing is more important. Your whore
mouth wouldn't care, I don't care. When I take this hand out of you, the first
thing I want to hear you is begging for my cock. You think air is more
important than begging me, fucking cumslut”
His hand is out. Elliot's head is spinning, his vision is just a blur in front
of him.
“D-daddy…” his lips move on his own. He knows the words even when he is half
conscious like now “I want- I want you to fuck me- please”
His vision resumes and he sees the smirk on the face. Mr. Robot is running his
hands through his chest, his hips move and his cock thrusts into Elliot's leg.
“Will you stop being a brat, kiddo?” now is his lips tracing his neck and then
the fingers are grazing his hard nipples. “Will you behave?”
“Yes,I'll be your Good little Boy, Daddy”
And the reward comes. He starts to jerk off Elliot and he whines, hips
thrusting up. His legs, his stomach, his legs, arched in an attempt to be
closer to his hand. Mr. Robot holds him down by the wrists, but the pace on his
hand fastens. Teasing in the head and then his already heavy balls.
“Please, Don't stop” Elliot cries, burying himself in the pillows for him to
scream. The sound still loud despite that. He shudders when a hand grabs the
flesh on his ass. His own hands, his fingers move in order to grab something.
There is a sound of a belt undoing, and then the leather passes in his face. He
follows it with his head, sticks his tongue out lols to the side. Glassy eyes,
from lust, from the tears in his eyes. The belt is in his mouth. It presses
until the side on his lips is stretched, until saliva is dripping off into his
chest and neck.
His bed sheets are soaked. They stick into his legs and in his back. Saliva,
sweat, and cum. Tears, spit, and blood. Blood that Mr. Robot is now causing on
his flesh.
“Fuck kiddo, you always knew how to tease me” his nails are digging into
Elliot's ass, grabbing him and now he is running his cock through it.
He flips Elliot over. The animalistic side he loves. He pins him down, not
giving him enough time to turn his head to the side. He can't breathe in the
sheet. Only can feel the hard length rubbing through his cheeks. Dripping,
staining the bloody flesh. The opened wounds hurt, they burn when Mr. Robot's
pre cum leaks on them.
The hand grabs them, spreads them and he spits between them.
“Please, I'm a good boy ”Elliot manages to choke out. His ass moving higher for
his Daddy “I'm a good little slut”
There is a slap on his ass.
“You told me you would behave” Mr. Robot's belt makes itself present again.
This time the slap is harder, rougher. No gentleness on it and Elliot moans
louder.
“I've been good, Daddy. I'll never disobey you”
“Don't be impatient then” he lets a slap, another, another. Until the sound of
flesh it's present every second in the room. It accompanies his whimpers until
he shouts him to stop. His flesh is hot, skin almost breaking. Tears in his
eyes that are whipped off when he buries his head into the pillows. He is
running his big palms on his ass again slowly.
Elliot moans when he gives him the last hit, sobs in the covers while he
caresses his redden bloodied cheeks.
Shakes in pleasure when wet lips are on his ass, whimpers when a tongue runs
around the flesh licking it with a flat tongue. It starts to lower further
until it teases in his clenching entrance. Circles around the ring of flesh
that clenches every time it teases the opening.
It enters him and he fists the sheets. The tongue starts to fuck him too soon.
Wet, slick. It's better than his dry fingers. It's better than lubed toys.
Elliot moves his ass, starts fucking himself with Mr. Robot's tongue. His head
falls, sees his saliva fill his mouth and then drip into the mess of pre cum
and blood below him.
Hisfingers are better. The way his tongue and the long digits position and
enter. His legs are shaking, thighs trembling. Every moan, every whine, every
time. His tongue is sticking out, panting. He wishes Mr. Robot put him a collar
tight on his neck. He could look like a dog with how is breathing. He could
choke without him having to use his hands. He could have Daddy's name marked in
the collar so everyone could know Elliot is his.
“Since when my baby boy became such a slut” Mr. Robot asks.
His mouth is opened to defend himself. Then there are strong hands gripping his
hips, the sides of his stomach. He buries his face into Elliot's ass and the
sound Elliot makes is like no other. Mr. Robot eagerly moves his tongue, licks
his hole, mouths his entrance.
“Yes Elliot, right there” He has given up and now he fists his hands on the
hair. He thrust his hips until Elliot is choking on his cock.
He is thrusting his hips, balls slapping on his face. Tears are running down
his cheeks. He is panting, he is choking. The small mouth is not enough for
fitting his cock but Elliot is moaning, he can see the small erection poking
through his jeans.
He stops and the whine that Elliot makes hurts his balls further than they are.
They are heavy, they are hard as much as his cock is. He wants to cum so bad,
but Elliot is opening his mouth, lips slick with saliva and painted lightly
with his pre cum. He is pleading for having his cock in again.
“Fuck, You are such a good boy. Letting Daddy fuck your mouth” the praise
illuminates Elliots face, and he groans “I'm so hard for you, I want to do more
things a father shouldn't do to his son”
“Why not Dad” Elliot pouts, his hands are on his neck and he caresses him. “I
thought you said I was allowed to play”
“Are you sure you want to play the whole game, Elliot” he is running his arms
on his back, hands already sliding on his pants and into his ass. “I don't know
if I would be able to stop when we start”
“Please, I'll do anything, Dad” Elliot whines, his head rubbing into Mr.
Robot's chest. “I'll do anything if you let me play with you”
He gives a choked noise.
Mr. Robot moves his hands along his back. He is going to fuck him, he is going
to fuck him after all these years and his head is spinning. His mouth shakes
and his lips are dry and wet at the same time.
“You're ready for me, baby?” Mr. Robot breathes. The sound, his nails dig into
Elliot's hips while he rubs himself into his ass “You want me to fuck you until
you can't walk, until people get suspicious and wondered if I was the one who
fucked your brains out”
“Please fuck me ” Elliot buries his hands below the pillow, his face on it
 “Make worth all the time you spent - Ah- w-waited”
And he does. His cock enters him all the way in, not stopping, no stopping. And
he gasps, moves in pleasure. The tongue and his fingers had made a good job
preparing him, but Mr. Robot is too big. A hand is on his own ass, trying to
stop him. He accompanies the gesture with pleads of him to go slower, gentler.
Like he was when he was a child.
Mr. Robot grabs his hand, the other. Puts it on his back. Uses them to impale
himself harder on his cock and Elliot is squirming as he feels it reach his
stomach. Ignoring the sobs for him to go slower.
“Kiddo, I'm not going to stop” the laugh get his ears, mocking as Mr. Robot
moves slowly his hips. “I thought I told you that night, I didn't know if I
would be able to stop when we started playing the adult game”
His pants go off and there is a blush on his skin. He is completely naked in
front of Daddy. His own thing is hard and leaking, but it's so much smaller
than his.
“This is going to hurt baby boy, I'm sorry”  there is fingers poking on his
hole and Elliot starts to panic “It's okay, don't worry I'm here. Relax”
The small whimpers go to his ears, and He grabs him tighter. Shushes him
lightly as Elliot grips his jacket's lapels.
The fingers enter him and He groans, feeling the tightness of Elliot.  He is
going to be the first inside him. The first one to fuck him. His cock twitches,
drips and his balls tighten. He adds another finger.
“Focus on me sweetie” there are tears running out of those big blue round eyes,
saliva at the side of plump lips. “Is almost over”
They are out and Elliot looks at him dizzy, his small hands go to his face and
he caresses him. Feels the stubble scrape his skin.
The head of his cock is placed in him and Elliot moans, and then Mr. Robot is
placing his lips on him. Throws the last thing he had been repressing into
hell. He is fucking his son what if he kisses him. The cock enters him slowly,
and he bites the skin, tears it lightly. And yes, he was right. They feel, they
taste as soft as they look. He can feel his own pre cum on his mouth and then
he gives him tongue and Elliot is choking in surprise.
The cock settles in and Elliot is whining, and gasp and his glasses are falling
from the sweat on his body. His hands are on small hips, and his legs shake
because he wants to move them in the tight heat that surrounds his cock more,
so fucking stretched and then Elliot clenches and he is losing it. He moves
them up and then he is thrusting his hips. Elliot whines, moans, shakes and he
wraps him around his arms.
“You make me like this”  he runs his tongue on his teeth “You make Daddy lose
control of himself”
It surprises him that Mr. Robot is able to grab a fistful of his hair. But he
is using it to impale himself harder on him. Elliot is wriggling, nails tearing
the cloth beneath him. The jacket on him makes rasps sounds. The metallic
zipper is heard in the room with the slaps of skin that every time are faster.
“I want to hear those moans, I want to see you” and he flips Elliot over. He is
like a doll, a simple fuck toy for him. Man handling around for his own
pleasure and he hits the sheets on his back.
His legs are being spread until he looks like a whore. He isa whore but now Mr.
Robot is displaying him and fingertips sink into the inside of his tights. He
is still in trance, the whole room spinning. He feels the sinking of teeth on
his inner thighs and his column arches in pleasure.
Mr. Robot is marking him, every place he is going to fuck him and his cock
twitches in the open air of the room. He runs his tongue along the teeth marks
until he is sure they are going to bloom purple. Until he is tearing skin and
red covers his legs.
Mr. Robot goes up and Elliot whimpers. There is blood lightly staining his
stubble.
“You're mine” The eyes intensity of his eyes don't get lost through his
glasses, it helps them getting further on Elliot's skin. “You're the only one,
Elliot”
His cock is inside him again. Elliot whimpers. Mr. Robot is slapping him in
order to keep him conscious, but it's too hard. It feels like a dream having
his cock enter in and out of him. His nails digging his skin and then there's
saliva.
His face is closer and fingers grab his jaw, opening it until his tongue is
out. Until Mr. Robot is spitting inside his mouth.
“You're mine” his teeth bite his neck, his nails dig his chest. His legs move
at the rhythm of his trusts “You're mine, you're mine, only mine, Daddy's
little boy”
“Daddy, please. My stomach and my thing hurts, please make it stop”
His cries hurt his heart and he wipes the tears off his eyes. He kisses him
harder while tastes his pace. Little Elliot jumps into his cock
enthusiastically and he spreads his legs so he can see how his entrance is
tight around him.
“I'm going to help you baby boy” he grabs Elliot's own cock, and Elliot cries
out “I don't like hurting you, kiddo”
He slaps him harder until there is blood on the corner of his lips. Elliot is
senseless except the pain and pleasure, the spitting on his face and the cock
sliding in and out. His legs tremble, they try to give up from where they are
rested on his shoulders, but Mr. Robot grabs them instead. His hips move while
Elliot stays immobile, tears rolling his eyes from the sensation of being too
much.
“Is okay, Is okay. Is going to be over soon” he kisses him gently. Elliot
buries his face on the crook of his neck and mewls “Fuck, you feel so good.
Daddy's favorite toy”
He is choking him and that brings him back into the room. The trusts are more
erratic, his pace is becoming messy. He is close, as Elliot is too.
“I'm so close, please let me cum.” He whines, arms running through the sheets
“Yes right here, right there, please”
And then Elliot decides to do it, to the thing he wants to do after all this
time. With the force he has left he pushes himself up the sheets, until he
meets Mr. Robot's face half way. He is confused, arching an eyebrow at Elliot.
And then Elliot kisses him, how he taught him that night. Tongue, open mouth.
He remembers the technique and he feels Mr. Robot's cock twitches inside him.
He remembers what he taught him.
And then Elliot is forcing his lips out of his mouth.
“I want you to cum all over myself like a good little boy”
His moans are shorter and he is pleading for him, pleading for Elliot and
Elliot lowers his ass more until Mr. Robot's balls are hard and he gives a
final trust.
Mr. Robot is grabbing his cock, jerking him up and Elliot moves in the bed, he
is whimpering and then he pulls out.
He is kissing him kissing him. Until he is filling him up and the cum drips on
his own tights.
There are slick noises, and Elliot looks up, sees him jerking his hard long
dick into him.
Elliot cries out, finishing him too, a small amount of cum staining his jacket.
There is warmness, stripes cots his stomach and some into his face.
Elliot soon follows him, arching his back and both of the fluids mix together.
“I love you baby boy” he caresses him in the aftershocks. “I love you so much
Elliot”
 
Mr. Robot is gone from the apartment.
 
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