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Gawin is pretty.
It’s not subjective; it’s an inherent fact. He’s pretty as fuck, tall, the perfect balance of masculinity and femininity, with a small waist and overall a nice body.
But you know what makes Gawin prettier?
Him being drenched in tears.
And that’s why Gawin is here, sunk down Joss’ cock, sobbing and trembling.
It was supposed to be lap warming, said Joss. He just wanted Gawin to warm his lap while he worked on his laptop… but I guess Joss had other plans along the way.
“B-break… s-so full…” Gawin whimpered, trembling against Joss’ lap. He’s sat down on Joss’ cock, cock warming him for god knows how long. His grip on Joss’ shoulders isn’t tight; his strength faded long ago. His arms are wobbly, gripping on Joss’ shoulders, his legs are trembling, and his whole entire being is shaking.
Joss just holds on to Gawin’s waist tighter, making sure he doesn’t slip off his cock and lap. His dick is right where it’s supposed to be—inside Gawin. And he doesn’t plan on getting it out any time soon.
Gawin continues to cry, his seventh plea for a break ignored once again by his lover.
Joss was getting off to the sounds of Gawin’s sobs and how the man on his cock looked while crying his heart out. Gawin looked so fucking pretty. His cheeks were stained with tears, his face looked absolutely debauched, and his eyes showed so much misery from overstimulation.
Joss couldn’t possibly have this end when he’s still been so hard the entire time. Don’t mention how much he’s cum inside Gawin too.
“P-phi… phi… break…” Gawin cried. Oh? Using ‘Phi’ to have Joss consider his pleas now?
Joss stays silent. But his grip on Gawin’s waist tightens, and before you know it, he has lifted Gawin up on his cock just to sink him back in.
Gawin breaks.
“AGH! N-no… uhh… J-joss…” Gawin sobs, feeling so full and so used up… but even after all that, a cock is still inside him.
“You’re so cute, G. Look so fucking pretty all over my cock. Such a princess…” Joss whispered, kissing Gawin all over his pretty face.
Gawin just continues to sob, too out of it to even get giddy on Joss complimenting him.
Joss continues to bury himself against Gawin’s neck, leaving all sorts of marks—hickeys, love marks, anything you could ever think of… He leaves traces of kisses on Gawin’s neck before moving to the latter’s lips.
He swallowed every bit of Gawin’s sobs, making out with him like this was the last make-out session they’ll ever have.
Gawin cries throughout the kiss but stays still and lets his boyfriend do whatever he wants with him.
Joss feels the tightness of Gawin’s cunt—it will never ever get old. Fuck, Gawin is just so perfect. In every aspect. He’s convinced Gawin’s cunt was made for his cock, given how much it fits perfectly every single time.
Joss pulls away from the kiss, and the way Gawin looks right now is just making him riled up all over again. His cheeks are glistening from the tears, and his lips look swollen from all the kissing Joss did.
“P-phi…” Gawin barely managed to say, still crying his heart out from the overstimulation. Joss just smiled at him, caressing Gawin’s hair while he enjoyed Gawin’s cries and the tightness of his pussy.
There was cum dripping down to the floor from the past orgasm Joss had inside him. Gawin felt so fucking full.
Joss could see the bulge in Gawin’s stomach—his cock right there, resting inside Gawin like it belonged there.
Gawin is still trembling.
His eyes hurt from crying too much.
Joss couldn’t care less, though.
“Just a little more, babe… you’re doing so well warming my cock,” Joss said, in an attempt to comfort the younger.
Gawin just continues to cry. He nods, still wanting to please his boyfriend even when he’s getting broken over and over again.
Joss leans in to scroll through whatever shit there is on his laptop now, as if he didn’t just neglect it to play with his Gawin for a while.
He could feel Gawin’s breathing against his chest while also Gawin crying over his shoulder. Fuck, it’s so hard to not tease Gawin when he’s being this adorable.
Gawin’s cunt is tightening around his cock, probably a sign that it’s so far outstretched from having it plunged with a dick for hours. Joss moans, loving the sensation of Gawin’s pussy just pulsating around his dick. Fuck…
“You’re driving me crazy, babe,” Joss muttered, kissing Gawin’s shoulder while the other kept on pouring tears.
“C-close…” Gawin gasped.
Joss smiled, “Me too, baby.”
Joss moves his hands down to Gawin’s waist, and he drags Gawin’s whole body down—as if to connect him entirely with his cock. Gawin screamed, feeling it deeper than before… how is that even possible?
“Fuuuck… let’s cum together, babe,” Joss groaned, while Gawin nodded frantically, his pussy throbbing around Joss’ dick—and, fuck, the both of them released.
Gawin moaned loudly, hugging Joss and burying his face into Joss’ chest while Joss released his seed inside Gawin—filling him up once again, like his cum belonged there.
Gawin whined, too overstimulated to even feel anything but pleasure. He cried out both of their orgasms. He felt so fucking full, as if his stomach kept Joss’ cum in there, like it was there to stay.
Joss panted, catching his breath after he ripped out probably the best orgasm in his life…
He was like in heaven… he could die with his dick buried deep inside Gawin’s pussy right now, and he would be satisfied with life.
The sounds of Gawin's hitched breaths, sobs, and gasps snapped him out of his thoughts… and oh shit, he was hard again.
“J-joss…? N-no… please… hah—“ Gawin begged. How the fuck was this guy still turned on?
“Baby, how can I resist when you look so pretty crying? ”
And before you know it, the laptop was pushed away and Gawin was slammed against the table—Joss’ cock still deep inside him, and Gawin’s back flat on the table.
Joss starts moving.