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Tyler huffs out a breath.
Beneath him, Josh’s quivering form trembles anew as smoke licks across the expanse of his body. He’s only kept in place by the hand that holds both of his wrists together, pinning them above his head and into the mattress. The heavy tobacco curls against the slope of his neck, and he writhes against the lips that descend to meet the curve of his shoulder with a kiss— a kiss that barely grazes his skin yet still burns like fire.
Compared to Tyler’s fully clothed self, Josh makes for a stark contrast against him in all his naked glory. His sopping cunt drips with an aching need, and his wetness only grows when Tyler pushes a knee up and between his legs to rub against his clit. Josh buckles and whines at the harsh stimulation. The rough fabric of Tyler’s pants quickly soaks through, thoroughly enough that he can feel the wet patch even through the layer between them.
“What’s wrong?” Tyler asks, closing his eyes as he noses into the culminating scent of skinsweatsmoke. “Is it too much already?”
Josh whimpers, “I, p-please—”
“Please, what?”
“I need—”
“What do you need? More?”
Tyler opens his eyes and looks up just in time to see Josh blinking back tears, tears that never fall as they stubbornly clump to his eyelashes.
There isn’t a sight in the world more beautiful than this, Tyler thinks. Of Josh— mind already adrift, eyes glazed over, dazed and hazy. Nothing, and he really means nothing, could ever compare. Place Tyler in one of the grandest churches in the world, and it still wouldn’t hold a candle to the altar of worship that Josh is to Tyler.
“You’re already so wet for me, and we’ve barely started.” Tyler feels his own cock twitch unbiddenly in his pants as he says this, pointedly ignored in favour of tuning his burning desires on to the focus of his tunnel vision.
When Josh still hasn’t responded with anything more than the trembling sobs he has no control over, Tyler trails down to meet the junction between his neck and shoulder. Once he finds the softest part of Josh’s skin, he takes it between his teeth and bites down hard.
“Ah—!”
“Don’t you know how to use your words?”
Tyler breaks skin with his bite, and he licks up the blood that rises to the surface and tips over. He almost wants to say something about how sweet he finds the taste— like something closer to rose syrup rather than harsh iron— but his thoughts are cut off when Josh speaks.
“T-Tyler—”
“What did I tell you about using your words?” Tyler reprimands, further emphasizing his point by sucking on the bruise forming around the bite as punishment. Josh helplessly whimpers at the stimulation. “Do what I tell you to do, if you ever want to cum.”
Those words seem to capture Josh’s attention, bringing him back with a burst of energy as he gasps, “No, you— you can’t—”
His sentence gets cut off with a whine as Tyler grinds his knee down against Josh’s sensitive cunt. Tyler feels the wrists within his grip strain against him as Josh fights his hold, even when his hips lift up on their own accord.
“Can’t I?”
Tyler backs off just enough to bring the cigarette to his lips again, taking another slow drag out of it. Off to the side, he leans over for the nearby nightstand and puts the blunted paper out by stumping it in the ashtray. He lets the weight of tobacco settle in before exhaling through his nose.
When Tyler notices Josh’s attempt to snap his legs close, he comes back just to sit between them and push them even further apart. The open arc of his legs is utterly obscene, showing off his exposed pussy to the cool air while it’s leaking. Josh shudders, trying and failing to hide his cunt from view.
His wrists are now free from any restraint as Tyler keeps a steady hand on each of Josh’s knees to spread his legs, but before he can even do anything with this new development— Tyler is taking one of his hands away to snake it toward Josh’s wet pussy.
“I could do anything to you right now,” Tyler drawls, rubbing slow circles around Josh’s clit, pulling strung out moans that he tries and fails to hide from him. “I could do anything, and you would be unable to stop me.”
Josh convulses against Tyler, his pussy wet with desire, yet he neither confirms nor denies his statement. Because for all of his bravado, they both know the truth— the truth that, no matter how balanced Tyler may walk the fine line between giving in and holding back, the push and pull sway from each side is all held within Josh’s hands.
He trembles as he grits out, “If you don’t fucking move—”
In a flash, Tyler lifts his hand up and brings it down.
Josh yelps in offense, “What are you—!”
He pushes himself back against the mattress, desperately trying to escape the way Tyler follows up by moving on from his clit to his entrance.
“This isn’t about what you want.” Tyler flashes a mean grin as he skims his fingers across the overflowing wetness between Josh’s legs. “Do you still not understand?”
“F-Fuck off,” Josh sniffles.
“But if you want me to do something,” Tyler says, leaning down until his lips hovers over Josh’s chest, “you can, however, beg for it.”
“What, I—” In that moment, he snaps, narrowing his eyes at Tyler. “No, Tyler— please—”
“Really, now?” Tyler goes for a nipple, licking it whole. Josh groans as his back arches upwards, the muscles in his core flexing at the combination of sensations coming from above and below.
Teasingly, like a test, Tyler swipes his fingers over Josh’s entrance, always almost slipping inside, but never fully entering. It speaks of an inevitable promise to be fulfilled, like the calm before the storm. At the same time, he lays his claim by biting a perfect circle around the nipple, right before taking the hardened nub between his lips and sucking on it with a forceful strength.
As a low keen gets stuck in his throat, Josh buckles and attempts to capture Tyler’s fingers in the wet mess of his cunt. In retaliation, Tyler comes up, releasing the nipple as a trail of connecting saliva spreads thin before breaking apart.
“If you want something, beg for it,” Tyler repeats, slapping the slick folds of Josh’s pussy.
He hisses, inching his hips away backwards, but with no place to go with the mattress beneath him— he’s unable to put any space at all between him and Tyler. “N-No, stop—”
Tyler’s hand rises and comes down again. Josh bites back a moan, but not before he’s already been heard.
“From now on, every word you speak that isn’t what I want to hear gets you another hit.”
They meet each other’s gazes as Tyler says this, and Josh’s eyes widen with dread, shaking his head in denial.
“No, don’t, please, ah—!”
This time, Tyler aims for his clit when he slaps Josh’s cunt again. The cocktail of painpainpainpleasure that arises from the sensitive nerves has Josh sniffling and shaking, tears streaming from the corner of his eyes. He attempts to close his legs again, but Tyler immediately puts that to a stop when his other hand forcefully pins Josh’s knee down.
“Stop, no more, please—!”
Tyler comes down again. His cock twitches with every whimper of pain from Josh. “You know how to make it stop.”
“N-No, please—!”
Again. “Almost, but not quite.”
“Don’t—!”
And again. Until—
“Fine, fine,” Josh gasps out through the wrecked mess of his hoarse voice, “please, just— please fucking touch me, inside, fuck, anything, please—!”
Tyler stops, his hand pausing midswing. “So, you do know how to use your words after all.”
Slowly, his hand comes down to massage the pink, puffy folds of Josh’s pussy. In lack of any more tortuous onslaught, Josh sobs incoherently. Almost apologetically, Tyler purposely avoids his abused clit as he instead gathers more wetness on his fingers with smooth, gliding motions.
Then, he lowers himself until his nose bumps against Josh’s pelvis—the hairs sparse and trimmed—while a hand grips the inside of each one of Josh’s thighs, pushing his legs even further apart. His wet pussy drips underneath Tyler’s hungry gaze.
He sighs, his breath brushing against Josh’s greedy cunt, twitching for attention. “Come on, shouldn’t you be more grateful? Did you regain your words, just to lose your manners?”
Josh barely chokes out, “Th-Thank you, thank you, please, just, anything…”
“Good boy,” Tyler coos. “As a reward, you will finally get what you want.”
And then, without any warning at all— he leans down to lick a full stripe from Josh’s entrance to his clit.
“Ah—!”
Tyler takes in the juices of Josh’s pussy like a parched man before an oasis, his thirst knowing no bounds. The sweet, delicious musk of his cunt satisfies a hunger within him that could be fulfilled by nothing else.
His lips wrap around Josh’s swollen, overstimulated clit, sucking on the nub with a feverish fervor and eliciting cut off, broken moans from him. He flattens his tongue and presses it against the sensitive nerves.
“Tyler!” he whines, thighs wrapping Tyler’s head and hands finding themselves in his hair, tight grip pulling him in impossibly close and hips thrusting upwards toward his mouth.
Tyler’s dizzy from all the warmth coursing throughout his body. Running his hands from Josh’s thighs to his hips, Tyler grips him and pushes him down, preventing him from thrusting against his face anymore, no matter how much his body subconsciously continues attempting to. His hands also fall from Tyler’s hair to grapple at the sheets, every muscle in his body pulled taut.
With his hands full of Josh as they are, Tyler is blindsided by the sudden awareness of how much his neglected cock aches within the confines of his pants. He wants for nothing more than the relieving contact of his own touch, of his own hand, but—
But now’s not the time for that.
He dismisses his thoughts with the knowledge that, soon— he would have more than just his hand to relieve him.
Tyler releases Josh’s hips, allowing him to thrust upwards again as he moans with how Tyler licks into him. But his freedom doesn’t last long, when Tyler grips the back of his knees and pushes them backwards. It’s a testament to how flexible Josh is; even with all his whines and complaints— he never truly fights back.
Pressing a forearm into Josh’s thighs to keep him in place, Tyler moves down to dive his tongue deep inside of his pussy, seeking more of the wetness within him as if it were his last source of sustenance.
Josh pants, “Hah, Tyler, please, I’m, mhm—”
Using his free hand, Tyler thrusts two of his fingers inside of Josh’s cunt just as his tongue leaves and goes back to licking his clit.
“T-Tyler, stop, I-I’m gonna—”
Two fingers becomes three. He slides them as deep as he can, all the way down to the knuckle. The room fills with the slick noises of the wet in-and-out glide.
The rest of his hand becomes drenched with how much Josh is leaking, his wetness running down to Tyler’s wrist. Below him, the bed sheets are visibly damp and shining. Absurdly, Tyler wonders if the scent of him could be forever baked into the fabric.
Using his tongue, Tyler gives a strategic flick across Josh’s clit, repeatedly curling the pads of his fingers just so in a way he knows will—
“Fuck, no, please— Tyler—!” Josh shouts.
His legs shake against Tyler’s arm, his cunt spasming around Tyler’s fingers, trembling all over as his orgasm gets wrung out of him. His pussy pulses in the rhythmic thumping of his heart, the steady one-two beats being all the warning Tyler gets before the first spurt of liquid hits his face as Josh cums.
“Ah—!”
It’s messy, so incredibly messy—and Tyler has to react faster than ever when he tries to swallow it all. He closes his eyes against the gushing spurts when he licks up the overwhelming flow coming from Josh’s pussy, as he continues squirting and adding more to the already drenched covers.
All Tyler can think of is how there’s so much of it. Enough to drown him, surely, but if that is the path set out for him to leave this world— he can hardly find anything to complain about.
The only sign Josh has finished is when his back finally lands upon the bed again, his thighs subconsciously jerking, pussy weakly fluttering around Tyler’s fingers.
Tyler licks his own lips, slick with Josh’s cum, dripping down to his chin. He tastes like liquid nectar, like the purest of holy waters— rejuvenating and plentiful. Softly, Tyler kisses Josh’s clit, drawing out a barely there cry from him.
“Please, no more,” Josh sobs, pleadingly— all blissed out and breathless, absent from the world after his orgasm has seeped out all his energy.
“You can’t possibly think this is it.” Tyler chuckles.
Josh shakes his head, hiccuping, “No, no, please, I can’t—”
“You can’t take it anymore?” Tyler cocks his head, smirking. “Too bad that’s not up for you to decide.”
“No—”
He rises, spreading Josh’s thighs apart again as he trails a path of more kisses from the hairs of his pelvis, up to his abdomen, dragging teeth across rib bones that protrude with each catch of his breath, a weak hiss slithering out of him. When Tyler finally arrives at Josh’s jaw, he gives an almost playful nip over the soft edge of it before he’s quickly moving on to seize his lips with his own.
He kisses Josh as if he wants to devour him whole, expecting nothing to be left in the aftermath. Like a crow with a carrion, selfishly stripping every bit of flesh with an all-consuming hunger.
In this, Josh meets him in the middle, giving as much as he gets, spending the last of his dwindling reserves to surge up towards Tyler. He responds to this with a harsh nibble on Josh’s lips, lips that are soft— so, so soft— fiercely drawing blood that he eagerly drinks in.
Pulling away, Tyler sits back to admire Josh in all his fucked out beauty, ignoring his whines at the loss of contact. His hair is tousled and sticking to his sweaty forehead, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed in full bloom, and lips swollen in a bloody red. Trailing down his neck is the bite mark from before; another around his nipple. He looks like a masterpiece to be hung in a museum, or— a relic to be displayed for worship.
A sudden, strong twitch from his cock snaps Tyler out of his reverie, practically screaming for his attention with how it’s leaking to the point where he knows there must be a wet patch forming around his crotch. He supposes he’s lucky his pants aren’t particularly tight, else he fears he would’ve bursted through them by now. Tyler thinks he’ll have to get this drycleaned before giving it back to Laura.
Wasting no time, Tyler strips himself and exposes just enough to fish out his cock— that first touch of contact evoking a completely unconscious thrust of his hips as he jerks himself off.
“Ah,” Tyler bites back, “fuck…”
Josh sits up on shaky elbows, groaning. When his gaze lands on the up-and-down movement of Tyler’s fisted hand, his eyes widen and his lips part.
“Tyler, I’m spent,” he states, and it would’ve been firm if not for the way his voice trembles in what could either be fear or anticipation.
“I’m not?” Tyler detachedly answers, indifferent to whatever Josh’s answer may hold.
“No— No Tyler please stop,” he refuses resolutely.
Tyler only raises his eyebrows, leaning in and down— gliding his cock between the slick folds of Josh’s pussy.
“Wh-What are you— No, you can’t…”
“No?” He grinds into the wetness coating around him as he twitches and spurts more precum, adding to the coalescence of their combined fluids. His neglected cock has been aching for contact, and now that he has it— he’s not about to deny himself of more. “Says who? You?”
Josh sniffles, “Please, I’m sore, you can’t…”
“You’ll be fine,” Tyler promises.
He takes hold of his cock in one hand, tapping the tip against Josh’s clit and dragging out a pained wail. He does this a few more times, all in quick succession, relishing in the sloppy sounds that fill the room as Josh futilely twitches away.
Then, finally— he gives one last tease with a long glide through Josh’s wet pussy, gathering the sopping wetness on his cock— right before thrusting inside.
“Fuck—!”
“—Ah!”
Tyler grunts at the first feel of his cock inside of Josh, pausing from the wet warmth. Ever so slowly, he drives forward, pushing more and more of himself into him. His legs come to wrap around Tyler’s waist while his back arches upwards.
“S-Stop, it’s— it’s too much— Tyler, I-I can’t— It’s too big…” he sobs.
“Shhh, I’m already halfway there,” Tyler hushes. “You can take it. I know you can.”
“Only halfway?” he nearly shouts. “You’ve got to be—!”
Whatever Josh has to say next gets immediately cut off, his sentence ending in a broken wail as Tyler grunts and slams the entirety of his cock inside in one fell swoop.
“Ah, wha— Tyler!”
While Tyler grips him by the hips, pulling him onto his cock and sliding him across the covers— Josh struggles for purchase, hands clawing at bed sheets that fall from his fingers like sand.
“See, I told you, you’re fine,” Tyler breathes out, a nasty grin tugging at the corner of his lips.
“Fuck, please,” Josh cries out. “Please, please, Tyler—”
“Fuck—”
He grabs the back of Josh’s knees again, folding them up until they nearly reach his shoulders. His first few thrusts glide in and out smoothly at a steady, leisurely pace. He takes his sweet, sweet time in enjoying the heavenly feel around him.
“You were simply made for me, no one else has ever taken me like you,” he growls, “Maybe I should just keep you here, have you warm my cock with that mouth of yours for hours. Wouldn’t you like that?”
His thrusts speed up with a renewed vigour as if to further emphasize his point, and Josh’s head lolls back when the only thing he can do is to take it.
“Nothing more than a slut, that’s what you are,” Tyler hisses.
“N-No— ‘m not, ‘m not—” Josh sobs, delirious and in denial.
“Yes, you are,” Tyler grits out. “If I wanted, you’d probably let me fuck you in front of everybody. Have everyone watch as you took my cock like a fucking champion.”
“That’s—! No, I’d never—!”
“Are you sure?” Tyler chuckles, roughly pumping his cock in and out as he takes his own pleasure from Josh. “Because I can feel how your pussy agrees with me.”
“Ngh—”
The muscles in his legs ache with the push and pull strain, but the heady rush of lust fogging his mind more than makes up for it. He loses himself in the physicality of it all; in the slick, wet noises of the skin on skin contact— the hot, burning flesh in his grip.
When he sees Josh snaking a hand down to his clit, he doesn’t bother stopping him. He knows this as a sign he’s nearing another release, and Tyler responds in turn by pushing Josh’s legs even further upwards, altering the angle of his quickening thrusts.
“Tyler,” he whines, “I’m gonna— I’m gonna cum again—”
Before he can even finish his sentence, his second orgasm hits him along with the onslaught of Tyler’s frantic pounding— cumming with a shout. There’s not as much compared to his first, but Tyler visibly feels the wetness soaking onto his cock. All the while, he continues fucking into Josh throughout each wave of his orgasm, cunt spasming around him uncontrollably.
Josh has barely recovered from the aftermath of his orgasm— legs shaking, drenched pussy fluttering— when Tyler swears under his breath and begins chasing for his own release.
“Fuck, Tyler, s-slower—”
He ignores Josh’s desperate pleas to slow down, overstimulating him from the rough strokes of his thrusts, as he begins pushing his limits beyond what he believed was already the ceiling, pistoning his cock at an impossible pace.
It doesn’t take him long until he’s reaching his peak, cock twitching inside of Josh’s abused cunt, the room filling with his whimpers and moans. He’s already been drawing this out for too long, and he feels as if he’s ready to burst from the pent up energy and high tension in his body.
Pulling all the way back, with only the tip of his cock remaining inside, Tyler looks down at how his wet cock jerks in the cool air, right before he then slams back in, sheathing the entire hilt of himself as he cums with a harsh grunt.
Josh keens high in his throat as Tyler fills him up with his cum, the sheer abundance of it enough to make up for Josh’s two orgasms compared to his one. With a guttural moan, Tyler grinds deep into him one last time before he’s releasing Josh’s legs, letting them fall around him as he collapses onto him with a huff.
“Fuck,” he breathes out.
From below, Josh whines, “Ngh, get off— you’re too heavy.”
Tyler sighs, but listens as he lifts himself up to land beside him, his softening cock slipping out of Josh with a wet squelch. Josh winces at the rough exit before turning onto his side, facing away from him. Pressing himself from behind, Tyler slots them together— chest to back.
Hesitantly, he thinks to begin with the question, “Was I too rough?”
“Huh?” Josh groggily responds, face tucked into the pillow beneath his head. “Wha— Oh, please. I wouldn’t ask for it if I couldn’t handle it.”
Tyler isn’t sure about that. “But, I mean— Was it nice? Did you enjoy it?”
Josh smiles softly to himself and mumbles, “I loved it, Ty. But it’d be even better if you’d get off your ass and clean us both up. We’re sticky and your cum is leaking out of me.”
Tyler hears him, and understands that what he’s saying would be the right thing to do, but at the thought of how most of his cum is still deep inside of Josh, all wet and marking him— a rotten seed of an idea plants itself within his mind and begins sprouting from there.
“Tyler, wha—”
Not so unexpectedly, his cock has begun hardening again. A fact Josh is well aware of, making itself known by poking incessantly into his back as it is. He twists his head to glare back at Tyler, but the heat in his eyes is smothered by the grin creeping on his face.
Tyler, on the other hand, takes note of this growing development with a vicious eagerness, wrapping himself behind Josh by taking hold of his lithe waist and grinding himself against him.
He smiles into his nape and says, “Let’s do it again.”