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"Jaysus fuckin' Christ, König," Soap moaned out as he tried to push himself down on Königs monster ding dong. "Holy shite, that cock of yers is absurd!"
König couldn't do anything but pity the smaller man, still in hopeless attempts to take him all in.
They have had a long foreplay. König spent a long time preparing Soap the best he could. He even had his whole fist up Soap's ass, how come it's still not enough? What kind of a monster goes around packing this huge fat veiny boing boing penis? How can he live with it every day?!
Soap's mind was full of questions he wasn't sure he wanted an answer for. The stretch was insane, it burned so much. Soap was a crying, sobbing mess, snot rolling down his face. It was so much, maybe too much but Soap wasn't the type to give up.
He held his breath and suddenly jerked himself down. He let out a loud yelp as it felt like he's been split in half.
König also had a hard time keeping it cool. "Soap,'' König choked out ''you're- you're so tight!" He squeezed the smaller man's waist to keep him in place. Not that Soap was about to move anytime soon. He was absolutely out. No thoughts. It was so much to handle. He almost wanted to force himself up and just drop dead right there.
He was so sure there was blood running down his thigh right now.
Soap eventually came back to his senses and decided to lift himself up ever so slightly. His back burned so much it reminded him of that time Alejandro gave him some spicyass taco and he had to spent hours fighting for his life on the toilet, ass on fire.
Soap slowly pushed back down onto Königs groin again. And again. Again again. He kept a tempo he thought was bearable enough for him. By the time he was close to finish, he was a screaming mess. Letting out pleasured and pained moans mixed together. König helped him by lifting his thighs a bit, so that Soap didn't have to work so hard for his release.
Soap came with an almost animalistic sound coming from his throat and his insides squeezed on König's ting tang walla walla bing bang so tight it sent him over the edge as well.
Soap almost immediately collapsed onto König's solid chest, unable to do anything. König had to make sure he was still breathing at all. Not wanting to move the Scot, he simply accepted his fate, wrapped his arms around his smaller form and closed his eyes.
There was a lot of mess waiting to be cleaned tomorrow.