He shoved his cock down the boy's throat in the alleyway, hips snapping forward with brutal force.
The kid gagged hard, eyes watering, hands scrabbling at Duncan's thighs, but Duncan didn't slow down. He fucked the boy's mouth like it was a punishment, one hand fisted in messy dark hair, the other braced against the damp brick wall. The alley smelled like piss and rotting garbage, the kind of place people only went when they wanted to disappear for a while.
The boy was pretty enough — slim, big eyes, lips stretched wide around him — but it wasn't enough.
It was never enough anymore.
Duncan closed his eyes and saw Peaches instead.
Peaches on his knees in the lair, looking up with that teasing, knowing smirk. Peaches bent over the table, ass up, moaning his name like he meant it. Peaches laughing softly after they finished, curling against his chest like he belonged there.
The memory hit like a knife.
