| 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐖 , ,

The cloak of night covered the room. The curtains were closed, the room submerged into deep darkness. The wall clock joined the noises coming from the throats of both lovers, lost in their passion. They moaned, they panted, they became one.

The older of them, whose name was Simon, held his boyfriend's hips as he impaled him on his cock again and again. The sound of skin hitting skin reigned in the room like an obscene reminder of what they were doing. Their breaths mingled and became a single breath. Mouth-to-mouth, lips brushing without kissing. Groaning to each other over their mouths.

"That's it, baby. Ride me like a pony," Simon said in his lover's ear, raising his hips to meet the other's that were bouncing on him. "What a good boy, Jack... You do it so well... You take me so deep." He moaned and moaned into the other's ear, grunting occasionally, his lips brushing against the lobe of that ear.

Jack found himself unable to pronounce a single word or even formulate a coherent sentence that didn't involve whimpering. He bit his lower lip, trying to contain those erotic sounds that escaped from his throat and made Simon harder. So much so that he could feel it throbbing inside him. He felt every vein, every inch of his penis buried in his ass.

"Mmmh..." Jack said through tight lips, catching his lip between his teeth to stifle moans that embarrassed him so much and were so out of character for him.

A deep, nasal sigh came from Simon, feeling the warmth of Jack's ass squeezing him so tightly and receiving him so eagerly. That man loved watching his lover take control as much as Jack liked doing it. Both were dominant men in every sense of the word, and watching Jack ride him while such sharp and tender moans came from his throat was a sight to behold.

Jack was the cold type of person. Closed off, distant, not letting anyone into his life. Because of past hurts, he was as hard to access as a stone. The walls around his heart were meticulously built to not let anyone pass and live there.

But when it came to sex, he turned into a real whore.

"That's it, darling. You take me so well... You're doing so well for me, honey." Simon grumbled amidst praises he knew Jack loved so much. Because Jack loved having his hard work recognized, both in his personal life and in sex.

A spank aimed directly at Jack's butt echoed in the room. Then another, and one more joined the party. Jack moaned in surprise. His cheeks flushed pink, his lips slightly parted, letting out needy moans and breathless gasps, his own cock dripping pre-seminal fluid, unattended and forgotten. His pink nipples were swollen from the prior attention Simon had given them with his entire mouth, including teeth.

It was a fucking obscene, erotic, and undeniably exciting sight.

Simon grabbed his lover's hips, stopping his movements. He raised his own and began to fuck Jack hard, deep, and fast. His balls smacked against Jack's buttocks, creating another incredibly hot sound. You could also hear that wet noise, ridiculously unbelievable to Simon's ears, that was caused by his penis going in and out of Jack's most intimate depths.

In a precise moment, what Simon longed for so much happened. With a deep thrust, he touched that point that made Jack see stars: his prostate. Simon smiled, flushed, smug, and proud to have found that sweet spot. Upon feeling the tip of the cock hit against his most sensitive nerve in his entire body, Jack arched his back. A sob escaped his lips as his large indigo eyes filled with tears.

The pleasure was extreme. It overwhelmed him, made his vision blurry, and made him stammer in incoherent words.

"Fuck... S-Simon...!" Jack moaned at the precise moment he felt him deep inside his ass. He let out a broken exhalation as hot tears began to fall down her flushed cheeks. Pure pleasure. It was too much ecstasy.

The heat, the pressure, began to build up and make its presence felt in Simon's belly. He knew that tingling sensation perfectly. It was the moment when he would ejaculate and release himself inside his boyfriend.

But before that, Jack won. In streaks of semen, Jack came all over his and Simon's bare torsos. His internal walls tightened, and his lover growled through his teeth in response. Simon bit his lower lip so hard it started to bleed. He wanted to last longer. He wanted to make Jack see the sky. But he knew he wouldn't last much longer. Not with him squeezing his cock and choking it as brutally as the walls of his ass were doing.

Jack finished cumming and rested his face against Simon's sweaty, naked chest. Simon continued thrusting again and again against his partner's already sensitive and overstimulated prostate.

It might have been a minute, maybe even a couple of seconds, but for Simon it was eternal, and he couldn't be more grateful for it when he finally came. Without a condom as a barrier, all of his white and hot seed spread inside Jack. He moaned sharply in response to being so deeply filled with such abundance.

Jack's head now rested on the curve that joined Simon's neck to the same man's shoulder. His teeth came out to make a presence, and in seconds, they were already buried in the sweaty, shiny skin. He bit, sucked, and licked while Simon was still finishing filling him, continuing to thrust into his sensitive and aching hole.

Exactly five seconds later, Simon finished being milked by Jack and slowly released his penis from his boyfriend's ass, with a dirty and obscene sound that resembled a "pop."

Simon let himself fall back onto the headboard of the bed. His chest rose and fell with each rapid, desperate breath he took. He closed his eyes. His mouth felt dry, and he needed some water before he could fully compose himself.

The worst part wasn't that Jack was still sobbing softly against the mark he'd left on his partner's neck. In this case, what was terrible was that Simon was still hard. Rock hard.

But he knew well and was aware that first his sexual partner had to recover before continuing to the second round. Although with one as intense as this had been, he could believe that he was satisfied for tonight. Maybe.

He moistened his lips before taking Jack's chin with his calloused and long fingers. He forced him to meet his intense gaze. Which no longer only shone with lust, but with tenderness, affection, and love.

He brought his lips to Jack's and kissed him slowly, mingling breaths and running his hands over his still damp and hot cheeks.

"You did so well, darling. You're my good boy. Mine. Only mine." he said, his voice carrying a finality that left no room for protests or 'buts' from his boyfriend.

After all, they fucked like two hormonal adults. But at the end of the day, they loved each other like their most devoted lover.