Sky scanned Alex's face, seeing every single reaction to everything he was doing to him. It was fucking fantastic. Sky found himself slowly becoming weirdly turned on by the whole situation. Looking down at his arm, Alex's hitting did hurt, but not enough. Many different emotions flooded through his body, arousal, anger, and possessiveness. The more he watched Alex struggle, and the tighter he choked him, the more his emotions intensified. His heart began to beat fast. Stepping closer, Sky pressed his body against Alex's, making his arousal very clear. Assuming Alex might not notice from being choked, he loosened his grip just enough for Alex to catch his bearings. "You did so well, didn't put up much of a fight though." Sky spoke, his voice low and slightly seductive. After a moment, he raised his eyebrows and began squeezing again. He didn't go full force, instead, he gradually increased the tightness of his grip.

Alex was frozen, heart hammering as he watched Skylar, took note of every expression he made, every movement... When he stepped closer, pressing his body against his own, Alex stiffened a little, eyes widening in surprise at what he felt. Was he seriously turned on by this? He wanted to believe all of this was the alcohol's fault... but maybe... maybe it went beyond that. Had he been holding back these urges since they'd met? The idea terrified him almost as much as the hand at his neck. He didn't trust this situation, didn't trust Skylar right now, and he absolutely didn't trust his body, which seemed to respond to Sky by leaning up into him instead of pulling away like he knew he should. When he was allowed to breathe, he sucked in big lungfuls of air and shook his head slightly at Skylar's words. "What..." he started, panting slightly as he did so. "What are you doing?" He questioned, cautious, nervous, and confused. When Sky began to squeeze at his throat again, he tried to pull back, pressing his head further against the wall as he did so.

Sky's heart began to race again after seeing Alex desperately try to pull away from his hand. Not squeezing any tighter, he slowly leaned in towards Alex's ear. "I know I just beat the shit outta you, but fuck, you look so good." Sky whispered seductively, making sure his lips slightly brushed up against his ear. Pulling away, he made brief eye contact before looking down at their bodies. Even the slightest amount of friction made him go crazy. "Fuck." He breathed quietly, almost letting go of Alex's neck. Looking back up, his brows furrowed slightly. Teasingly, he began to squeeze hard for a couple of seconds, then stop, and again, and again. He just wanted to see Alex's reaction to the tightest he could squeeze, at least with his one hand.

Alex grit his teeth as he was once again ignored. He'd been a dick earlier, he wouldn't deny that... but did he deserve this? The beating... and now whatever the hell this was? It was going too far... Skylar was going too far, and no matter how his body acted, that wasn't going to change. When Skylar leaned towards his ear, Alex found himself tensing and then swallowed thickly at his words. He felt his heart all but stop at what was said, and the seductive tone that it was spoken in. His cheeks warmed, and he was horrified at that. Mortified at the fact that after what had been done to him, after what it seemed Skylar intended to do, he was fucking blushing? It dawned on him then that he wasn't really fighting it either. If he wanted Skylar off of him, he would get him off, one way or another, and yet he'd made some weak ass attempts to pry his hand free or smack it away. They'd been half-hearted, not at all meant... why? He was scared and in pain, both physically and mentally. How could he possibly not want to get out of here? When he heard Skylar curse and then felt him squeeze at his throat, cutting off his air supply, returning it, cutting it off, over and over again, he lifted his other hand to try and push Skylar back and away from him, his lips parted slightly as he tried to breathe.

Well, the reaction was what he thought it would be. A little boring, which only made him want to be more intense. He gave Alex some wiggle room but also tried to keep their bodies close together. Once he was situated, he looked up, staring directly into Alex's eyes. Without a second of hesitation, he began to squeeze with all the strength he had. He didn't plan on stopping. He brought his other arm up to stabilize the one choking Alex, assuming he'd fight harder.

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Alex straightened when he suddenly felt Skylar's hand tightening around his neck once more. This time, though, it was different. There was more force and intent behind the act, and with his air supply completely cut off, his lips parted a little wider, his eyes teared up once more, and he was moving to try and get Skylar's hand off, or at the very least get him to let go. Not being able to get air was terrifying, and he couldn't quite explain why he felt torn between doing everything he could to get away from Skylar and submitting to whatever it was he wanted from him. There was no way he, Alex Harsfield, could be turned on by this... right? He wasn't sure he wanted an answer to that as he moved to put more force behind the hand he had pressed to Skylar's chest, trying to half-heartedly push him away.

His heart began to beat rapidly upon seeing Alex tear up. He has never been so turned on in his life before. Craving friction, he pressed his body further into Alex's. Feeling himself being slightly pushed away, he began to use more force. Looking down, his mouth parted a bit before he bit his lip. His grip faltered, but he was quick to fix it as he looked back up at Alex. After a moment, he tipped his head back a bit, closed his eyes, and let a breathy moan fall past his lips.

It was strange, the two warring emotions that Alex felt battling within him. Desperation to get away, and dangerous curiosity and desire demanding he stop fighting this. Feeling the way in which Skylar responded to being pushed away by pressing his body further against his and fixing the grip he had on his neck, Alex nearly groaned. He likely would have if he wasn't being choked to the point that tears were beginning to escape his eyes and trail down his face, his lungs burning for air that they were being denied. Whether that sound would have come from frustration or pleasure as Skylar pressed against him, he wasn't at all sure. All he knew was that he felt both. As Skylar moaned, Alex forced his blurred vision to focus on him, and before he was entirely aware of what he was doing, he found his hand dropping from Skylar's chest, as if giving up on pushing him away. Instead, it moved to the waistband of Sky's pants, and there it stopped.

His breath nearly hitched as he felt Alex's hand on his body. Taking in a deep breath, he shuddered from the touch he was receiving. Loosening his grip a bit, he gave Alex enough to get some air before he was back to cutting off his air supply. Subconsciously, he thrusted his hips towards Alex's touch. Again, he let another moan slip past his lips as he looked down at their bodies. Breathing heavily, he looked back up. Sky didn't know which he'd prefer Alex to act. Would it be better if he continued to fight it or give in slowly? If his hand was around Alex's neck, then whichever way it was heading, it'd be hot.

Alex was more than grateful when, after he'd moved his hand along Skylar's body to the waistband of his pants, he was rewarded with the grip on his neck loosening, albeit slightly. Instantly, he was drawing in a breath, nearly coughing as he did so, his lungs aching as they expanded with air. Before he could exhale, though he found Sky's grip tightening on his throat once more, the fingers he still had clinging to his wrist curled into his skin a little more. Spurred on by the need for more air and how his earlier movements seemed to grant him that, he trailed his fingers along the skin of Skylar's lower abdomen. As he slid them along the waistband of his pants, he moved toward the front of them as if intending to unfasten the buttons of his pants.