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Your sack slapped against the inside of Stevens thighs as you pound into him, his body jerking with each thrust.
You're currently inside the storage room at the museum you both work at, right after the museum shut for yhe week. He's bent over some boxes containing random Egyptian artifacts.
Stevens body jolts as you wrap your hands around his waist, placing your chest against his bare back, his breath quickening. you lick a stripe up from his shoulder to his pulse point. wet, hot tongue sliding up his sweaty skin.
Steven can feel you pulling your hands around his waist, connecting your fingers over his stomach, proving how huge you are compared to him.
He let's out a breathy whine as the spongey tip of your cock jabs onto his prostate. His back arches on instinct, pressing into your chest more.
Steven turns his head to look at you, breathing heavily. He croak out your name voice scratchy.
"Harder–"
How could you not oblige?
Your hips snap harder against the back of Stevens thighs, per his request.
You groan into his ear, almost animalistic, as your fingernails dig into his stomach, right beside his belly button.
It's definitely going to leave a bruise, but neither of you care.
Steven basically screams in pleasure as you pound onto his prostate more brutally.
One of your hands move from his stomach, up his ribs, his shoulder, and eventually lands on his throat, squeezing slightly.
Steven let's out a choked gasp as your large hand squeezing his throat, fingertips digging into tye sides of his neck.
His eyes roll into the back of his head at the mix of pleasure and pain.
There's a echoing 'schlick schlick schlick' sound in the storage room, as both of you near your orgasms, your thrusts becoming less rhythmic.
You groan lowly into Stevens ear as he pushes back, trying to get more of your cock in his needy hole.
"Gonna cum–" Steven whines your name, head tipping forward and leaning against the wall in front of him.
"'m gonna cum, can I cum?" He pleads, hand gliding down his own stomach, over your hand and down to his - twitching - cock, holding it.
"Go ahead, baby." You practically growl into his ear, your thrusts speeding up, chasing your own high.
He practically crumbles from your words, cumming almost instantly, his creamy juices splattering all over the box under him.
You're not far behind him, cumming right inside his tight, awaiting hole, filling him up to the brim.
Steven groans out in overstimulation as you continue to slowly grind into his swollen ass, drawing out your orgasm.
You gently pull out, leaning back to watch your cum seep out of his hole. Your hand moves from his neck, back to where your other one is, on his stomach.
Both your hands then snake down, rubbing soothing circles into his hips.