Sergei hadn't been lying when he said he was going to be a little rougher than normal. His rougher though was a completely different kind than what Brent was expecting.
Brent expected the normal type of rougher. You know, men taking their fill, not caring about the other person. Pounding senselessly until they spilled their cum all over. Inside, outside, wherever. Bruising, hard grips, muscle pains. Maybe a few slaps on certain parts of the body. That kind of thing.
Sergei's was…different.
Brent's skin was peppered in kiss marks. Teeth marks as well. His whole body burned from where Sergei kept kissing and licking like he wanted to take an actual bite out of Brent. The back of Brent's neck in particular was abused.
