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"Franco, baby, I said look in the mirror," you repeated, holding his hips with strong hands to keep him from moving.
Franco whined. He was sitting on the floor, straddling your lap while facing the mirror in front of you. He was holding on to your knees for support as he rode you, when his own were starting to bruise because of the hard floor. He was looking anywhere but his own reflection.
You threaded your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, close to the scalp, and grabbed. Franco moaned loudly as he was pulled into a sitting position, sinking impossibly further on your cock. You grabbed his jaw to make him look into the mirror.
He looked so pretty like that. Red and purple marks littered his entire torso and neck, with imprints of teeth here and there. His hair was a mess from being pulled on for so long. When he saw himself in the mirror, he blushed a deep red that reached down to his chest, up to his ears. He was just so fucking beautiful. Such a shame he didn't see it often enough.
"Good boy," you whispered, pushing him down with a hand between his shoulder blades until he was back in his original position. You haven't once let him look away from himself. "Now you're gonna ride me, and you're gonna keep looking at yourself, baby. If I see you looking away even once, I'm gonna pull out, and you're gonna get off with your own hand. Is that understood?"
Franco gulped, nodded. His face was sweaty and red.
"Words, Franco."
"Y-Yes."
"Good boy, you can move."
You kissed the back of his neck, the place where it became shoulder, the side of his throat. You bit into the meat of his shoulder. "I'm close," Franco whimpered. His voice was so fucking pretty, accent and all.
"Yeah? Go on. Come for me. Don't take your eyes off of yourself."
Franco came less than a minute later with a loud moan, back arched and eyes screwed shut. You gave him a minute to gather himself before addressing it.
"Franco."
The tone of your voice sent a shiver running through him. "M'sorry," he whispered.
"Sorry. Right. So you knew what you were supposed to do, you still didn't do it, on purpose." When you met his eye in the mirror, he looked so guilty you almost forgave him. Almost. "Do you know what happens now, Franco?"
"I'm sorry. Please. I-I didn't mean to. 's just so embarrassing. I'll take anything you give me, I'm sorry, please don't leave," he blabbered.
You smiled at him, though not completely innocently. "Go hold on to the mirror for me, baby."
He moved to comply at once, crawling across the floor until he was directly in front of the mirror on all fours, then grasped the wall on either side of it. In this position, he had no choice but to look at himself. He didn't dare close his eyes this time. You kneeled behind him, caressing his sides a few times before pushing back all the way in with a single thrust.
Both you and Franco saw the exact moment his eyes widened and his mouth fell open in a loud sob. The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
"Please, amor, I'm so sensiti— Nngh." He was cut off by his own moan as you gave a sharp thrust forward.
"I'd have thought about that if you listened to me in the first place, Franco," you said softly, as if scolding a small child. "Colour?"
Franco whimpered, "Gr-een."
Then, you were relentless, pounding into him hard and fast. He had no choice but to look at his own reflection and see the lovely faces he made when he was being split open by your cock. The mirror began to fog under his gasping mouth.
It was barely five minutes before he whispered, "m'gonna come."
"No."
He let out a needy whine. "Please, I- I need to come. So bad. Please. Please, please, please," he begged.
"You need to come, hmm? Well I need to see you watch yourself come. Can you do that for me, Franco?"
"Yes, yes, yes, I'll do it. Please. Can I come?"
You had your eyes fixed on his. For once, he didn't look back at you, didn't look away from his own reflection. "Go on, baby. Come for me. That's a good boy."
You watched in awe as he shot ropes of cum on the floor, not once taking his eyes off of himself. It was enough to tip you over the edge too.
Both of you were panting when you pulled out of him. "Good boy, Franco. You did, fuck, you did so good for me."
Franco was out of it, not processing any word falling into his ears. That was your cue to pick him up for a much needed bath. He nuzzled into you, sighing contentedly.
"I'm so proud of you, baby," you whispered.
Franco closed his eyes and smiled.