Older Neighbor

Elias had just moved into his first apartment after college.

It was small, cheap, and right next to a man named Marcus — a 45-year-old architect who lived alone. Marcus was tall, broad, salt-and-pepper hair, and had the kind of quiet confidence that made Elias’s stomach twist every time they ran into each other in the hallway.

Elias told himself it was just a crush. That it would pass.

It didn’t.

One night, after a particularly bad date, Elias came home frustrated and horny. He was fumbling with his keys when Marcus stepped out of his apartment across the hall.

“Rough night?” Marcus asked, voice low and amused.

Elias’s face burned.

“You could say that.”

Marcus looked at him for a long moment.

Then he said, “Come inside.”

Elias should have said no.

Instead, he followed Marcus into his apartment.

The second the door closed, Marcus grabbed him and kissed him. It was rough, demanding, and completely overwhelming. Elias made a surprised sound that quickly turned into a moan as Marcus backed him against the wall.

Marcus didn’t waste time.

He spun Elias around and bent him over the kitchen counter. He yanked Elias’s pants down and spat on his hole. Two thick fingers pushed inside without much warning. Elias gasped and gripped the counter as Marcus worked him open roughly.

When Marcus finally pushed his cock inside, Elias moaned loudly.

Marcus fucked him with deep, powerful strokes, one hand gripping Elias’s hip while the other pressed between his shoulder blades.

“You’ve been driving me insane,” Marcus growled. “Walking around in those tight jeans, looking at me like you want me to bend you over and fuck you every time we run into each other.”

Elias could only moan in response.

Marcus fucked him harder, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the quiet apartment. When Elias came, it was with a broken cry, cum spilling onto the floor. Marcus followed soon after, burying himself deep and filling Elias with thick ropes of cum.

They stayed like that for a long moment, both breathing hard.

Marcus eventually pulled out and turned Elias around. He grabbed his chin and forced him to look up.

“This changes everything,” Marcus said. “You’re mine now. Understand?”

Elias was still shaking, cum leaking down his thighs.

He nodded.

Marcus kissed him then — slower this time.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I don’t share what’s mine.”

He helped Elias fix his clothes, then kissed him one more time.

“Same time tomorrow?” Marcus asked.

Elias smiled tiredly.

“Wouldn’t miss it.”

Marcus kissed him again.

“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”

And Elias knew he would keep coming back.

Because for the first time in his life, he felt wanted.

Completely, overwhelmingly wanted.

By a man twice his age.

And he didn’t want to stop.