It's sort of comforting to see the character's almost nothing like me in many ways, but jeez that's a lot of reading.
"Nnngggg,"
Bahahahaha!
"He pressed his bare foot against Turncoat's chest and shoved, sending the boy backward."
Who you callin' "boy"?
"Edvard's hand reached over and he began to undo Turncoat's bow tie."
...first formal attire, now a bowtie. Apparently the me in this story doesn't mind looking like a cartoon character.
"But time wasn't something they were likely to have much of."
Wouldn't know that by the length of the story itself. 
""Fuck," was all Turncoat could say as Edvard's lips finally closed around his dick and he arched up"
You give me too much credit. Unless the sex is terrible I'm pretty sure what comes out of my mouth when pleasured is closer to speaking in tongues.
You also used the word "fuck" 16 times, 14 of them spoken out loud. Even in a bedroom scenario I'd find the repetition distracting.
""Stop holding back, Edvard. I want you to try and break me,""
And even by the end of the story he didn't even try.
""God, you're fucking perfect, you know that?" Turncoat said softly"
Whaaat? After only pumping it into my ass? He didn't use handcuffs, or a crop, or his fist/nails, or anything!
by Story TellerI'm hoping to keep the stories going, if time permits.
More Members from this site will be added to them if my stories are liked enough.
Write one with socio and edvard in it.
Considering how much those two despise each other, that would make for quite an amusing story.
There's a lot of sexual aggression there to work with.
I free Edvard's arms and lay his heavy body slowly on the floor. His eyes are half-open but he is blissfully unaware of his surroundings. Bliss… I idly wonder if he is experiencing the sort of high that settles in as intense pain diminishes, as the body pumps endorphins into the bloodstream in relief.
I do not secure his hands again before I kneel beside him. The danger of him coming out of his stupor excites me. I run my hands through his wet hair and bend down to kiss his swollen lips. I caress his chest and abdomen, painting my hands with more blood from his open wounds, going lower and lower until I reach the waistline of his unzipped jeans. I pull down his jeans and fully expose the delightful package that lies between his strong thighs. I pry his legs apart a little, and feel my blood rushing between my own legs, pulsing eagerly as I devour him with my eyes. He is stunning - vulnerable like this, entirely at my mercy.
I start teasing his cock gently with my blood-covered hand. My fingers run lightly over his shaft, tease and tug gently at his sensitive skin. I feel the soft flesh hardening and growing as I add more pressure... His body responds delightfully to me, and I smile and feel my eyes glazing over as I enjoy such absolute control over his body.
His red lips part and soft sighs and gentle moans become audible as I stroke him to full hardness. Yearning for more, I close my mouth around the helmet. I suck sharply and when I retreat I see a few drops of precum forming at the tip. I run my tongue along the blood-covered shaft and when I take him fully into my mouth and throat the mixed taste of his precum and blood becomes a powerful aphrodisiac. My senses are on fire and I can't help but touch myself, rub my clit and push my fingers with need and urgency deep inside my wet pussy as I continue to expertly suck and lick his now rock-hard cock.
One of his arms moves slightly against the floor and the danger of his imminent awakening snaps me back to reality. Breathing heavily, I get up to reach for the handcuffs, and my fingers close around the cold metal just as a strong hand grabs my ankle in a vice-like grip and pulls sharply throwing me off balance… sending me tumbling to the floor.
TBC ... maybe ;)