[ there's very little time between the moment he buries himself in the veritable feast of koby's cunt and the moment he will sail over the chasm of his own pleasure and be lost to it. he kisses at koby's mouth, jaw, ear, his fingers curl tight a round the others and he his hips move with a speed he's sure he'll feel in the morning, glutes sore and back achey.
the wet sounds of skin slapping as he desperately fucks into the clench of koby's body, the fluttering heat that grips and sucks and pulls him in. greedy. he might say it out loud, he might not, a litany of praise and desperation good and so tight and perfect to mingle with koby's. he fucks into him as hard as he can at the pleading, the sounds lewd and wet in a way that makes him want to pull out altogether and devour him once again, drown himself in the sea of the man beneath him and refuse to come up for air.
but all it takes is the little pleading - he demand of what he should do and it's with one, two more thrusts he grinds deep into koby and leans down to capture his mouth hard and desperate as he comes, white-hot ropes of his spend spilling out, wrapping them both in a warmth that makes him groan heady and furious into the other boy's mouth, licking and gasping and wanting as his whole body spasms, the orgasm bigger and more intense than the other, his fingers loosening but still holding. his cock pulses within koby, still spluttering and weeping for the joy of being consumed by him even now. ]
Don't - don't move. [ he wants to savor the hot, slick feeling around him, the way his and koby's passion mingles, his cum and koby's wet spend, sticky sweet and desperate between them. ]
You're - [ a moan, hyper-sensitive as he settles his weight down hard between koby's thighs, staying seated in him as the sparks of fire of the afterglow wash over him. ] - perfect.
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the wet sounds of skin slapping as he desperately fucks into the clench of koby's body, the fluttering heat that grips and sucks and pulls him in. greedy. he might say it out loud, he might not, a litany of praise and desperation good and so tight and perfect to mingle with koby's. he fucks into him as hard as he can at the pleading, the sounds lewd and wet in a way that makes him want to pull out altogether and devour him once again, drown himself in the sea of the man beneath him and refuse to come up for air.
but all it takes is the little pleading - he demand of what he should do and it's with one, two more thrusts he grinds deep into koby and leans down to capture his mouth hard and desperate as he comes, white-hot ropes of his spend spilling out, wrapping them both in a warmth that makes him groan heady and furious into the other boy's mouth, licking and gasping and wanting as his whole body spasms, the orgasm bigger and more intense than the other, his fingers loosening but still holding. his cock pulses within koby, still spluttering and weeping for the joy of being consumed by him even now. ]
Don't - don't move. [ he wants to savor the hot, slick feeling around him, the way his and koby's passion mingles, his cum and koby's wet spend, sticky sweet and desperate between them. ]
You're - [ a moan, hyper-sensitive as he settles his weight down hard between koby's thighs, staying seated in him as the sparks of fire of the afterglow wash over him. ] - perfect.