The males, Tyler and Zach, were panting, drained of energy and oxygen. Zach grabbed Tyler’s chin and tilted it up to meet his emerald-green-eyed, hungry and lustful gaze. Tyler gulped as he stared back with his own blue orbs, a mixture of fear and anticipation locked in them. He nodded sheepishly and Zach instantaneously pushed Tyler’s back in a gentle manner up against the stone behind him, trapping the smaller male in the middle of his toned, muscular chest and the marbled silver and amber yellow counter top. Zach wasted no time in leaning down to his lover’s height, confining Tyler’s bottom lip between his teeth and yanking on it. The older and taller of them then darted his tongue into his lover’s mouth, entangling it with his own and sucking on the warm, slippery muscle.
Tyler released a soft moan at this action and pushed his hands against Zach’s torso, his mind running wild with a million and one thoughts. Tyler shoved those thoughts out of the way as he brushed his hands downwards in an attempt to find the belt of Zach’s jeans. Free of moment’s hesitation and a second thought, he pulled them below just enough to show Zach’s hardening manhood hidden, keeping Tyler from his desired object. The male released a light growl out of sheer annoyance at the cloth and ripped it down, gripping the length and fumbling to get a decent grip on it.
Zach gasped at Tyler’s sudden sense of authority. However, he wouldn’t leave him with full control and he lifted Tyler up, setting him down gently onto the counter top. Zach then pulled away from his mouth only to dive into his neck, leaving bright, cherry red marks all over the base of his nape. In the heat of the moment, he ended up creating a bruise that would eventually lead into a hickey. A soft blush dusted against Tyler’s tanned cheeks as he could feel the reminiscent remains of a speckle on his cervix.
That - beyond a doubt - ignited a spark within the male. Tyler squeezed the base of Zach’s member, kneading his member by pressing on the soft bundle of nerves contained in the head of his erecting length. Zach moaned out aloud, and hastily concealed his mouth with his hands, blushing like mad. “D-Damn it, Tyler…think of where we are…!” he hissed tacitly, narrowing his eyes slightly at his partner. His partner, however, just cocked an eyebrow at him and tilted his head, feigning innocence as he cooed, “Oops.”
Zach fumed furiously and he growled, grabbing Tyler’s collar and yanking him within breathing distance. The smaller of the two males blushed a little as the gap was breached, leaving him with little room to react. “Don’t fuck around…” Zach bellowed menacingly, his dark green eyes glowing in atramentous, shadowy lighting from the overhead beams in the bathroom that they presided. Tyler just beamed his signature grin mischievously and replied with a snarky comment.
“What’re you talking about, old man? You’re not fucking yet.~” Tyler then proceeded to put pressure on the male’s shaft, another moan emerging, softer this time, but still present. He chuckled and repeated this in an attempt to make Zach make louder pleasure-filled noises, but Tyler ending up getting a hand full of warm, sticky substance instead. Tyler pulled his hand away swiftly and nudged a finger against Zach’s lips. “Suck,” he commanded.
Zach looked away, folding his arms over his broad chest and directed his gaze elsewhere out of sheer stubbornness. “Fuck you.” Tyler sneered at this and forcibly shoved his finger into his partner’s warm cavern. Zach struggled against the action but was obliged to do as told. After all, he had no way to escape. Tyler had his legs wrapped around his waist, pinning him up against the counter top. He also had a tight grip on the back of his hair, pushing his head back and forth as strangled, raspy moans came forth.
“See what happens when you don’t listen to me?” Tyler asked in an abrasive voice, clicking his tongue against his palette as he drove a second finger into his mouth with much ease this time. He figured Zach had finally figured out that fighting wasn’t an option, and just submitted to him. And he liked that. The power of being in control, the power of driving someone in submission...it all felt so good, and he craved more. He pulled his fingers out and watched as the saliva rolled down his fingers, coating and staining them.
“Tyler...” Zach whispered, reaching up and tugging on his sleeve. “I want more of your fingers...” The blue-eyed male chuckled and nodded, twirling his finger around. Zach got the signal immediately and did as instructed, turning to face the opposite way only after stripping himself of the remaining articles of clothing he had on his body, as his shirt had long since been thrown elsewhere. The now dominant male grinned as and rested his hand on Zach’s shoulder, making a scissoring motion with his other two fingers, opening and closing them rapidly as he stared in fascination at the spit that rolled down his appendages. Zach whimpered in an almost inaudible voice at the lack of stimulation, and Tyler took notice of this and did as his partner wanted, slamming a single digit inside, twisting in at a gradual pace as he made his way into the deepest premises of his lover’s depths.
“A-Ahh...” The green-eyed male covered his mouth as a loud moan parted his lips when he was assaulted so pleasantly. His legs trembled beneath his body, and he leaned back, resting up against Tyler. Tyler smirked and added a second digit soon after, stretching him apart and moistening his inner walls in the process. Tyler bit at his boyfriend’s earlobe and brought his free hand upwards, fondling and squeezing his nipples playfully, tugging at them and stretching the sensitive rosebuds.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?~” Tyler cooed, pulling on Zach’s hair and moving to nibble on the exposed fleshy area of his nape. The male began laughing quietly as he slammed his fingers in and out of his partner’s rapidly moistening hole, feeling the fluids creeping down the backs and inner thighs of his partner, creating a slippery mess of juices beneath the two.
Zach bucked his hips back into his partner’s fingers, begging for more without the use of words. The smaller male slowly pushed a third digit into him. Zach’s body almost collapsing onto the floor from the consist waves of pleasure that crashed and washed over him. “F...Fuck me already, Tyler...y-you know I can’t wait any longer!” Zach screamed into the otherwise vacant bathroom of his lover’s apartment, tightly gripping onto Tyler’s wrist that was working its way in and out of him. The feeling had overcome him, and it couldn’t take it anymore...he wanted to be filled, and he didn’t care what means that would require.
Tyler grinned widely and hopped off the counter, rubbing his butt a little from sitting for so long. “Fine...your turn. Get up on the counter.” Tyler motioned his head back at the marbled counter. “Fair warning, though...it’s not very comfortable. Then again, you’ve fucked me in much more...unpleasant areas.” Tyler chuckled and waited for his boyfriend to adjust himself up on the counter. “Ready? ’Cause once I start...I’m not stopping ’til I fill ya up.” Zach nodded sheepishly; and within mere moments, Tyler had sheathed his enlarged member into his partner’s insides, resulting in a shaky breath to be expunged from the smaller male. Tyler began slow, thrusting in and out at a mediocre pace as he waited for what seemed like an eternity for Zach to get used to his size.
“Tyler...fuck me. Don’t play games.” As soon as the last word fluttered off of Zach’s soft, pale lips, Tyler was off, slamming his hips at a lightning-quick, rough manner as the sweet harmonious sound of flesh slapping together filled the space they occupied. “Oh, god.” Zach gasped, lunging his body and clinging to his boyfriend, his body tightening up and clamping down on the other’s length. Zach pressed his lips to Tyler’s, entangling his fingers in his boyfriend’s locks of silky, jet black hair. Tyler inhaled sharply at the compression overwhelming his length, and muttered,
“B...Baby, y-you’re squeezing me...l-loosen up a little, or I’ll go right now.” Tyler figured that this would fall on deaf ears, however, as Zach was too caught up in his hurricane of emotions to even respond. His moans echoed vibrantly throughout the closed room, and Tyler covered his boyfriend’s mouth. “Shh...m-my parents are in the house, babe...calm down a little,” Tyler grunted as he continued his pounding, wincing and blushing a light shade of red as he edged closer, his body surging forward as a knot in his stomach grew, signaling his desire for a release. “F-Fuck, I’m gonna--” Tyler flooded the insides of Zach, unable to finish his sentence as his warm, sticky seed spurt out from his length.
Taking a moment to come down from his high, Tyler chuckled breathlessly and sighed. “You haven’t cum yet...let me help you.” Tyler then got down on his knees in front of his partner, taking the initiative and stroking his length. He leaked saliva from his lips repeatedly, the stroking becoming far wetter. As he strengthened his grip some, it also becomes rougher but assisted from the extra lubrication. He tugged his mouth away from Zach’s cock, then proceeded to kiss his leathery sack.
Regardless of his partner’s lack of experience, the feeling was enjoyable. Zach moaned out quietly in response to the heat transferring over his tool. “Can’t do it that well yet?” Zach took the back of Tyler’s head, jutting his hips forward and jamming his length into the back of his throat. Tyler’s face instantly blossomed into a deep crimson shade of red, and the tip of his ears burned the same shade all the while as Zach’s length was shoved deeper into his hot, wet cavern, tickling the back of his throat and causing his gag reflex to kick in a little.
Zach moaned a little louder as the smaller boy’s throat flexed on his member, a moan escaping him a second time while he pulled back and then pushed forward again. He was plunging his mouth, balls slapping his chin. “Fuck, that’s good.” Tyler’s eyes watered at the sensation, tears brimming the corners of his eyes and threatening to spill; his cock repeating the process of pounding and pressing against the back of his throat, resulting him gagging with each thrust given.
The taller of the males soon enough retrieved his waist from the other’s throat’s grasp, watching the spit and traces of semen that covered him drip down his balls and trickle down his thighs. Tyler panted heavier than normal after the treatment and coughed a couple of times before gazing up at his lover. Saliva rolled down the corners of his mouth as he stared seemingly absentmindedly at him. “You’re welcome,” Tyler replied in a sarcastic tone of voice, wiping up the saliva with the back of his hand.
“Thank you.~” Zach replied, smashing his lips softly against the males. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”