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The grand ballroom of the Anantara Siam was a suffocating sea of white orchids, crystal chandeliers, and the muffled clink of champagne flutes. It was the kind of high-society Bangkok wedding where every guest looked like they had been curated by a creative director. The air smelled of expensive French perfume, heavy jasmine garlands, and the distinct, underlying scent of old money.
Gawin stood on the slightly elevated wooden stage at the corner of the ballroom, his fingers resting lightly against the sleek body of his acoustic guitar. At 185 centimeters tall, he usually drew eyes in any local cafe or intimate acoustic lounge he played. He was a striking blend of features,bthe sharp, structured jaw and pale complexion inherited from his English father, softened by the expressive, dark eyes and full lips of his Thai mother. Tonight, dressed in a tailored charcoal vest over a rolled-up white linen shirt, he looked more like an elite guest than the hired entertainment.
He leaned into the vintage microphone, his voice dropping into that smooth, smoky baritone that made him a staple in the late-night Thonglor music scene. He was covering a slowed-down, jazz-infused rendition of a classic Thai love song, his English accent subtly smoothing out the vowels, giving the lyrics an international, melancholic warmth.
As his fingers picked through a delicate minor chord, his eyes drifted across the sea of tables. And that was when he saw him.
It was impossible not to.
Sitting at one of the VIP tables near the front, looking utterly bored surrounded by elite socialites and film producers, was Joss. Even sitting down, his sheer physical presence was commanding. At 190 centimeters of raw, conditioned muscle, Joss was a household name for two entirely different reasons: he was a devastating light-heavyweight Muay Thai baseline fighter with a brutal knockout record, and simultaneously, one of the most sought-after male supermodels in Southeast Asia.
Joss’s skin was a deep, flawless golden tan, the product of hours training under the harsh sun of outdoor gyms and high-fashion shoots on private islands. His features were fully Thai, stark and unapologetically strong, a thick, prominent brow, a sharp nose that had miraculously never been broken in the ring, and a heavy, square jawline shadowed by a meticulous five o'clock shadow. His jet-black hair was pushed back, a few stray strands falling over his forehead. He wore a midnight-blue designer suit that seemed almost too small for the sheer breadth of his shoulders and the thick, muscular column of his neck.
As Gawin held a long, vibrating vocal note, Joss slowly turned his head. Their eyes locked across the crowded ballroom.
Joss didn't look away. Instead, he raised his crystal glass of whiskey toward the stage in a slow, deliberate salute. His dark eyes narrowed slightly, tracking the movement of Gawin’s lips on the microphone. The sheer intensity of the gaze made Gawin miss a fraction of a beat on his guitar. A sudden, sharp heat flared in the pit of Gawin’s stomach. For the rest of his set, Gawin couldn't look anywhere else. Every lyric felt like a direct, shameless invitation. Joss just sat there, swirling his whiskey, his heavy gaze anchored directly on the singer’s mouth.
By midnight, the formal wedding reception had devolved into a chaotic, neon-lit afterparty in the hotel’s private lounge. The traditional strings had been replaced by a heavy, bass-thumping DJ set. The older relatives had retired, leaving the room to the young, rich, and heavily intoxicated.
Gawin had packed away his guitar case and received his envelope of cash from the wedding coordinator. He should have left. He had an early rehearsal the next afternoon. Yet, his feet kept him anchored to the edge of the bar, sipping a gin and tonic he didn't really want, his eyes scanning the strobe-lit room.
"You sing like you've been heartbroken a thousand times, sweetheart."
The voice was a low, gravelly rumble that vibrated right through Gawin’s spine. Gawin turned around, his breath catching. Joss was standing less than a foot away. Up close, the boxer’s height was intimidating. Gawin had to tilt his head up significantly just to meet his eyes. The scent of Joss hit him like a physical wave, expensive sandalwood cologne mixed with the clean, masculine scent of warm skin and high-end bourbon.
"Maybe I just know how to sell a song.” Gawin replied, his English-Thai accent smooth, trying to match the model’s effortless confidence. He took a sip of his drink, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Joss smirked, a dangerous, flashing line of white teeth against his dark skin. He leaned in closer, his broad chest nearly brushing against Gawin’s shoulder. "No. You were looking right at me when you sang that last verse. Don't lie."
Gawin’s throat went dry. Before he could formulate a witty retort, Joss grabbed his glass from his hand, set it down on a passing waiter’s tray without looking, and wrapped a large, calloused hand around Gawin’s wrist. The heat of Joss’s palm was staggering.
"Come with me!" Joss muttered, his tone leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
Joss led him through the throngs of dancing bodies, his massive frame parting the crowd effortlessly. He guided Gawin down a dimly lit hallway toward the VIP restrooms. Pushing the heavy wooden door open, Joss pulled Gawin inside and immediately threw the heavy brass lock into place.
The bathroom was luxurious. It’s large, private, lined with dark gray marble, large mirrors, and dim, amber lighting. The heavy bass from the lounge outside faded into a muffled, rhythmic thud.
Gawin barely had time to blink before he was backed up hard against the cold marble wall. Joss stepped into his space, completely eclipsing him. The boxer’s large hands came up, planting themselves on the wall on either side of Gawin’s head, pinning him in place.
"You've been driving me crazy for three hours!" Joss growled, his dark eyes burning with an unholy, feral heat. His strong Thai features were inches away, his heavy jawline shadowing Gawin’s face.
"Joss—" Gawin started, but the name was swallowed as Joss leaned down and captured his mouth.
The kiss wasn't gentle. It was a violent, possessive claim. Joss’s lips were warm and heavy, tasting of expensive liquor. He used his tongue to force Gawin’s lips apart, invading his mouth with a raw hunger that made Gawin’s knees instantly go weak. Gawin groaned into the kiss, his hands instinctively coming up to grip the lapels of Joss’s midnight-blue suit jacket.
Joss shifted his weight, pressing his thick, muscular thighs directly between Gawin’s legs. Gawin could feel it immediately, even through their layers of trousers, Joss was already rock hard, a heavy, thick ridge pressing directly against Gawin’s groin.
Joss broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, his breath hitching as he dragged his lips down Gawin’s jawline, biting fiercely at the sensitive skin of his neck. Gawin let out a sharp gasp, tilting his head back against the marble, his fingers tangling into Joss’s thick black hair.
"Fuck, you smell so good!” Joss muttered against his skin, his large, rough hand sliding down from the wall to grip Gawin’s throat gently, forcing him to look up. "My place is fifteen minutes away. We're leaving. Now."
Gawin could barely breathe, his chest heaving as he stared into the intense, dominant gaze of the supermodel. "Yes!" he breathed out, completely captivated. "Take me!"
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The ride in Joss’s sports car had been a blur of high speed, tense silence, and Joss’s heavy hand resting high on Gawin’s thigh, his thumb digging bruisingly into the fabric of his trousers.
Joss’s penthouse was located on the top floor of a luxury high-rise in Sukhumvit, overlooking the glittering skyline of Bangkok. The interior was minimalist and masculine, polished concrete floors, floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and a massive, low-profile king-sized bed in the center of the expansive space.
The door had barely clicked shut behind them before the restraint snapped completely.
Joss turned and grabbed Gawin, pulling him into a bruising embrace. His large, dark hands ripped at the buttons of Gawin’s charcoal vest, sending a stray button skittering across the concrete floor. Gawin was just as frantic, tugging the midnight-blue suit jacket off Joss’s broad shoulders, letting it drop carelessly.
When Joss’s shirt came off, Gawin actually gasped. The boxer’s body was a masterpiece of lethal utility and aesthetic perfection. His chest was wide and chiseled, his six-pack abs deeply defined, and his oblique muscles formed a sharp V-line that disappeared into his trousers. His sun-darkened tan skin was flawless, save for a few faint training scars on his knuckles and shoulders.
"Look at you…” Joss rasped, his eyes scanning Gawin’s body as he quickly stripped the singer of his shirt. Gawin’s skin was much fairer, a smooth, cream-colored contrast to Joss’s dark tone. His frame was lean and elegant, with long legs and a narrow waist.
Joss didn't waste time. He hoisted Gawin up by his thighs. Gawin let out a startled cry, instinctively wrapping his legs around Joss’s thick waist. The boxer carried him effortlessly across the room, his raw strength on full display, and threw him down onto the soft, black sheets of the king-sized bed.
Gawin scrambled backward slightly, but Joss crawled over the mattress like a predator stalking its prey. He unbuckled his heavy leather belt, stripping out of his trousers and underwear in one fluid motion.
Gawin’s eyes widened. Joss’s penis was massive! A thick, heavy shaft that pulsed angrily, fully erect and dark, veined with raw power. It stood straight up against his lower abdomen, already glistening with a bead of pre-cum at the thick, blunt head.
"Like what you see, singer?" Joss dirty-talked, his voice dropping an octave as he saw Gawin staring. He grabbed Gawin’s ankles, dragging him down to the edge of the bed so their lower bodies were aligned.
"You're... you're huge…” Gawin whispered honestly, his throat tight, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Joss smirked, a dominant, cocky expression settling on his strong features. "You haven't felt anything yet. You're going to take every single inch of this dick tonight, Gawin. Every fucking inch."
Joss reached over to the nightstand, his large, tan arm flexing as he grabbed a large tube of professional silicone-based lube. He popped the cap with his teeth, spitting it onto the floor, and poured a generous, thick puddle of the slick liquid directly into his palm.
"Open your legs wide for me!” Joss commanded, his tone sharp, the persona of a dominant fighter taking over.
Gawin, completely under his spell, pulled his knees back toward his chest, exposing his pale, untouched lower half. His thighs trembled slightly in anticipation.
Joss knelt between Gawin’s legs, his massive 190cm frame casting a long shadow over the singer. He rubbed his hands together to warm the lube, then brought his large, calloused palm down against Gawin’s inner thighs, stroking them, forcing them to relax. Then, his fingers moved lower, finding the tight, pink ring of Gawin’s hole.
Gawin gasped, his hips jerking as Joss pressed the pad of his thick index finger against his opening. The contrast was striking, Joss’s dark, rough hand against Gawin’s smooth, pale skin.
"Relax for me, babe…" Joss whispered, though his actions were firm. He pushed the first finger inside.
Gawin arched his back instantly, his hands clutching at the black bedsheets as his tight walls resisted the intrusion. "Ah! Joss... it's tight."
"I know it's tight. You're fucking perfect!" Joss growled, his dark eyes fixed entirely on the junction where his finger was disappearing into Gawin's body. He began to pump his finger back and forth, slowly stretching the tight ring of muscle. "You're so wet inside already. Were you thinking about my penis while you were on stage? Tell me the truth."
"Yes... fuck, yes!" Gawin whimpered, his mixed-race features flushing a deep crimson. His English accent slipped through his breathless Thai. "I wanted you the moment you looked at me."
"Good boy!" Joss praised, his voice a gravelly purr. He added a second finger, coating it in more lube and pushing it deep into the tight canal.
Gawin screamed out a high-pitched moan as the thickness doubled. His hole gripped Joss’s fingers fiercely, pulsing around them. Joss didn't show mercy; he worked his fingers in a cruel, deliberate rhythm, rotating his hand, spreading the walls wide.
"Look at your beautiful hole stretching for me.” Joss dirty-talked, his voice raw with lust. He used his free hand to grab Gawin’s jaw, forcing the singer to look down at his own groin. "See how wide you're opening up for my fingers? Imagine how it's going to look when I shove my whole dick in there."
Gawin swallowed hard, his vision blurring with pleasure as Joss’s fingers hooked deep inside, hitting a sensitive, firm knot on his front wall.
"Ah! Right there! Joss, please!" Gawin cried out, his legs shaking violently as a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to his groin. His own penis, completely untouched, throbbed and leaked clear fluid onto his lower stomach.
"Ah, you like that? You like your prostate being poked by a fighter?" Joss laughed darkly, his fingers ruthlessly targeting the spot, curling and pumping until Gawin was begging, his voice cracking with pure desperation.
"Please, Joss... no more fingers. I want you. Put your dick inside me. Please."
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Joss’s dark eyes flashed with absolute triumph. He pulled his fingers out with a wet, squelching sound, leaving Gawin’s hole dilated, glistening, and twitching for fulfillment.
Joss grabbed his heavy, pulsing penis, rubbing the thick shaft against Gawin’s wet opening, coating his own dick in the lubrication. The sheer size of the head resting against Gawin's hole made the singer shudder.
"Hold onto your legs, Gawin!" Joss ordered, his voice thick with unbridled dominance. "Take it all."
Gawin gripped his own shins, pulling his knees wide. Joss leaned forward, placing his heavy palms on either side of Gawin’s head, his muscular chest hovering just inches above Gawin’s. He braced his hips and, with one slow, heavy, devastating push, he drove the thick head of his penis straight through the tight ring of Gawin’s anal sphincter.
"FUCK!" Gawin screamed, his voice echoing off the concrete walls of the penthouse. His eyes went wide, his fingers digging so hard into his shins his knuckles turned white. The sheer volume of Joss’s dick felt like it was tearing him apart, stretching his internal walls to their absolute breaking point.
Joss froze, his muscles locking up as the incredibly tight, hot walls of Gawin’s anal canal clamped down around his shaft like a vice. A heavy, guttural groan tore from the boxer’s throat.
"Fuck... Gawin... you're so fucking tight!” Joss choked out, sweat breaking out across his broad, tan forehead, his strong facial features contorted in a mixture of intense pleasure and restraint. "Don't move. Just breathe, sweetheart. Let me inside."
Gawin panted heavily, his chest heaving, his fair skin covered in a sheen of sweat. He could feel the heavy pulse of Joss's dick deep inside his body, stretching him open so completely there was no room for anything else. Slowly, under the steady pressure, his internal muscles began to yield, wrapping around the massive intrusion.
"Joss... it's so big... fuck!!" Gawin whimpered, tears of pure sensory overload pricking the corners of his eyes.
"You're taking it like a champion.” Joss whispered, leaning down to kiss the tears away from Gawin’s cheeks, his tone surprisingly tender for a split second before his dark eyes turned predatory again. "I'm going to push the rest in. Hold on."
With a brutal, continuous thrust of his heavy hips, Joss drove his pelvis entirely against Gawin’s buttocks, burying his massive penis all the way to the root.
Gawin let out a muffled shriek against Joss’s shoulder, his legs locking around Joss’s lower back as the sheer depth of the penetration hit his core. He was completely filled, his body anchored to the bed by the sheer weight and size of the supermodel.
Joss stayed still for a moment, letting Gawin adjust to the full stretch, his thick shaft buried deep within the tight, burning heat. Then, with the methodical rhythm of a fighter who knew exactly how to pace himself, Joss began to move.
He pulled back slowly, sliding his thick penis nearly all the way out until only the head remained inside the tight ring of Gawin's hole, before slamming back in with a heavy, wet thud.
Slap.
The sound of their skin colliding echoed loudly in the quiet penthouse.
"Ah! Ah! Joss!" Gawin gasped, his head rolling back into the pillows. The sensation was overwhelming. Every time Joss slid out, Gawin's walls collapsed inward, only to be violently stretched open again as the thick, veined shaft driven by 190 centimeters of muscle slammed back home.
"Yeah, scream my name, singer!" Joss dirty-talked, his pace increasing as he found his rhythm. His heavy, tan thighs pounded relentlessly against Gawin’s fair, flushed cheeks. "Listen to that wet sound your hole makes around my dick. You're taking this dick with so good."
Joss transitioned from the methodical rhythm into a faster, more aggressive pace, his boxing conditioning giving him boundless stamina. He didn't tire, his heavy hips driving in and out with relentless, terrifying force. He altered the angle, lifting Gawin’s legs higher over his shoulders, exposing Gawin's lower body completely.
With every deep, bruising thrust, Joss’s thick penis struck Gawin’s prostate with pinpoint accuracy.
"Oh god! Joss! Right there! You're hitting it! Ah!" Gawin screamed, his voice cracking, completely unraveled by the pleasure. His vision swam with white spots as his brain short-circuited under the intense friction inside his anal tract.
"I know I am.” Joss growled, sweat dripping from his sharp jawline down onto Gawin’s chest. "I’m going to fuck you until you can't sing for a week. You belong to me tonight, you hear me?"
Joss reached down, his large, calloused hand wrapping firmly around Gawin’s leaking penis. He began to stroke Gawin in perfect synchronization with his heavy, pounding thrusts.
The double stimulation was too much. Gawin’s internal muscles went into wild spasms, clamping down on Joss’s penis with a desperate, crushing intensity.
"Fuck! Gawin! You're squeezing me so hard!” Joss roared, his composure breaking as the tightening of Gawin’s hole threatened to drag him over the edge. His strong features twisted into a mask of pure, unadulterated lust. He abandoned all restraint, abandoning the slow withdrawal and turning the sex into a fast, punishing, primal pounding.
The penthouse was filled with the raw, chaotic sounds of their coupling, the loud, wet slapping of their lower bodies, Gawin’s high-pitched, breathless screams, and Joss’s deep, guttural grunts as he claimed the singer's body over and over again.
"Joss! I'm gonna cum! I can't hold it!" Gawin screamed, his hands flying to grip Joss’s thick, muscular forearms as his hips locked up.
"Cum for me, babe! Take my dick and cum!" Joss ordered, his own voice frantic now, his hips slamming into Gawin’s backside with terrifying speed, driving his thick shaft into the deepest depths of Gawin's pulsing anal canal.
With a final, desperate cry, Gawin convulsed. His penis erupted, spurting thick, white ropes of semen all over his own chest and up onto Joss’s chiseled, tan abdominal muscles. The release caused his internal walls to squeeze down even tighter, pulsing rhythmically around Joss’s buried shaft.
That tight, throbbing grip was the final trigger for the boxer.
"Fuck, I’m filling you up!" Joss roared. He drove his hips forward one last time, pinning Gawin flat against the bed, his penis buried as deep as physically possible into Gawin’s stretched-out hole.
Joss stiffened, his entire 190cm muscular frame shuddering violently as he came. He threw his head back, his thick neck veins bulging as his penis erupted deep inside Gawin’s anal depths. Large, hot wave after wave of thick, creamy semen pumped directly into Gawin's internal core, filling the singer up completely from the inside out. Joss groaned loudly, holding himself deep inside, pulsing violently as he spent every last drop of his climax inside Gawin's twitching body.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of their ragged, synchronized breathing.
Joss slowly collapsed forward, careful not to crush Gawin with his full weight. He buried his face in the crook of Gawin’s neck, his hot breath panting against the singer's sweat-slicked skin. His large, tan arms wrapped securely around Gawin's waist, holding him close.
After a few long minutes, Joss shifted, slowly and carefully pulling his thick penis out of Gawin's body. A soft, wet sound accompanied the withdrawal. As his shaft slid free, a messy mix of white semen and clear lubrication began to leak out of Gawin’s well-fucked, dilated hole, pooling onto the black sheets beneath them.
Gawin let out a weak, exhausted sigh, his legs finally falling limp against the mattress, completely spent, his body trembling from the sheer intensity of the encounter.
Joss reached down, pulling the heavy black comforter up over both of their naked, sweat-stained bodies to shield them from the cool air of the air conditioner. He shifted Gawin’s head so it rested comfortably against his broad, muscular, tan chest.
Gawin closed his eyes, his ears filled with the steady, powerful thumping of the boxer’s heart. Joss’s large, calloused hand came up, gently stroking through Gawin's damp hair, his thumb tracing the line of the singer's jaw.
There were no words spoken, and none were needed. In the quiet heights of the Sukhumvit penthouse, high above the neon lights of Bangkok, the model-boxer and the cafe singer held each other tight, drifting into a deep, completely exhausted sleep.
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The pale morning light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the Sukhumvit penthouse, casting a soft, golden glow over the tangled black sheets.
Gawin woke up first. His body felt heavy, a dull, deep ache throbbed between his thighs—a relentless reminder of the absolute stretching Joss had given him hours prior. He shifted slightly, looking down at the man sleeping soundly beside him. Even in sleep, Joss looked like an imposing force of nature. His 190cm frame took up over half the king-sized bed, his deep tan skin contrasting sharply against the dark fabric, his massive chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
Gawin’s eyes tracked down to Joss’s lap. The blanket had slipped, exposing Joss’s thick, heavy penis. Even semi-flaccid, it was an intimidating sight, resting heavily against his dark, muscular thigh.
A sudden, sharp wave of desire hit Gawin right in the gut. His own penis twitched, immediately growing hard. He didn't want to get up. He didn't want to go to his rehearsal. He wanted to be stretched out again. He wanted to feel that massive, veined shaft tearing into his tight heat until he couldn't think straight.
Gawin crawled over the mattress, his long legs straddling Joss’s thick waist. He leaned down, his fair skin pressing against Joss's broad, tan chest, and began to nip fiercely at the boxer's heavy jawline.
"Joss…” Gawin whispered, his voice incredibly deep and raspy from the morning air, his English accent thick. "Wake up. I want more."
Joss let out a low, gravelly grunt, his dark eyes snapping open. The moment he realized Gawin was sitting on his lap, a dominant, feral smirk spread across his strong features. He reached up, his massive, calloused hands gripping Gawin’s hips with bruising force.
"You're a greedy little singer, aren't you?" Joss rumbled, his voice a deep, morning rasp that vibrated against Gawin's chest. "Your hole is probably still leaking my cum from last night, and you're already begging for this dick again?"
"Yes!” Gawin dirty-talked right back, leaning down to press his hard penis against Joss’s stomach. "It's empty now. Fill it back up."
Joss didn't need to be told twice. He flipped their positions in one fluid, powerful movement, pinning Gawin beneath him just to taste his mouth in a deep, sloppy morning kiss. But instead of going straight for his dick, Joss had other plans. He wanted to degrade the pretty singer, to make him completely helpless before he fucked him.
Joss dragged his lips down Gawin’s throat, down his chest, all the way to his hips. He grabbed Gawin’s ankles and shoved his legs all the way back over his shoulders, completely exposing Gawin’s lower half to the bright morning light.
Gawin’s hole was flushed pink, slightly swollen, and indeed glistening with the dried, sticky remnants of last night’s semen.
"Look at this dirty little hole!” Joss growled, his heavy jaw shadowing Gawin’s groin. "Let me clean it up for you before I stretch it open again."
Before Gawin could even process the words, Joss leaned down and buried his face directly between Gawin's pale buttocks.
"AH!" Gawin shrieked, his hands flying to grip the headboard as Joss’s broad, wet tongue slapped directly against his opening.
Joss started rimming him with absolute, primal hunger. He used the flat of his thick, wet tongue to lap at the sensitive, swollen ring of Gawin's muscle, tasting the sweat, the lube, and his own dried cum. Then, Joss pointed his tongue, driving it deep inside the tight hole, swirling it around to wet the internal walls.
"Oh god! Joss! Stop... fuck, it feels too good!" Gawin screamed out, his head thrashing against the pillows. The sensation of the boxer’s rough, wet tongue drilling into his tight anal tract was completely degrading and unimaginably hot.
Joss didn't stop. He held Gawin’s hips steady with his large hands, his fingers digging deep into the fair flesh, while his mouth worked relentlessly. He sucked on Gawin’s hole, making loud, wet, squelching noises that filled the quiet penthouse, driving his tongue in and out like a surrogate penis until Gawin was weeping, his body shaking from an overwhelming wave of pre-cum.
"Please, Joss... fuck, I need the real thing!”
Gawin whimpered, his voice breaking. "Let me ride it. Please."
Joss pulled away with a wet pop, his lips glistening. He sat back on his knees, his massive penis now completely, savagely erect, pulsing hard and standing straight up against his dark, chiseled stomach.
"You want to ride it? Then get up here and take it yourself!” Joss commanded, his dark eyes burning with absolute dominance.
Gawin didn't hesitate. He scrambled up, his knees trembling as he straddled Joss’s lap once more. He looked down at the massive, veined shaft pointing directly at him. Gawin reached down, his pale fingers wrapping around Joss’s thick girth, guiding the heavy, blunt head against his wet, dripping opening.
Joss’s tongue had worked wonders; Gawin’s hole was dilated, loose, and completely slick with saliva.
Gawin hovered over him, then slowly, deliberately, lowered his hips.
"Mmm... fuck!" Gawin gasped, his eyes flying open as the thick head forced its way inside. He gripped Joss’s wide, tan shoulders for balance, his internal walls stretching wide to accommodate the sheer size.
"Push it in, babe. Take it all the way down," Joss dirty-talked, his hands resting on Gawin’s waist, watching with rapt attention as his dark shaft slowly disappeared into Gawin’s fair, pale body.
Gawin let out a choked cry and slammed his hips all the way down, burying Joss’s massive penis to the very root. He arched his back, a long, breathless groan escaping his lips as his prostate was violently smashed by the depth of the penetration. He was completely impaled, sitting flat on Joss’s lap.
"Fuck, you're so deep," Gawin whined, his internal walls clamping tightly around the buried meat.
Gawin began to bounce. He lifted his hips up, sliding nearly to the head of Joss’s dick, before slamming his weight back down.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of Gawin’s buttocks bouncing hard against Joss’s heavy, muscular thighs echoed loudly in the morning light. Gawin was on top, controlling the pace, and he was absolutely ruthless with his own body. He rode Joss like a man possessed, grinding his hips in tight, desperate circles, forcing Joss's veined shaft to rub heavily against his internal sweet spot over and over again.
"Ah! Ah! Joss! Fuck, your dick is so thick!" Gawin screamed, his head rolling back, his long hair damp with sweat as he pounded himself on the boxer's cock.
Joss let out a deep, guttural roar. He loved the view, watching the pale, elegant singer completely unraveled, riding his dick in the morning light, his fair skin flushing a deep pink. Joss’s hands gripped Gawin’s waist tighter, no longer just watching. He began to thrust upward, meeting Gawin’s downward bounces with his own brutal, powerful hip extensions.
The double momentum was devastating. Joss’s 190cm frame provided a solid, unyielding baseline, and his heavy thrusts were striking Gawin’s prostate with the force of a knockout punch.
"Yes! Fuck me harder, Joss! Slam it inside me!" Gawin dirty-talked frantically, completely lost to the raw, primal filth of the sex. His hole was gripping Joss’s dick like a vice, milked by the friction.
"You like riding this fighter's cock, huh?" Joss growled, his strong features twisted in pure lust as he drove his hips up harder, lifting Gawin’s entire body off the mattress with each thrust. "Look at how your slutty hole is swallowing me whole. You’re bouncing so hard you're gonna milk me dry."
Gawin couldn't answer. He was speaking in tongues, nothing but high-pitched, broken screams escaping his mouth as the friction inside his anal tract brought him right to the precipice. His own penis was dripping clear fluid all over Joss's abs, throbbing in sync with the heavy pounding.
Joss reached up, his large, calloused hand wrapping around Gawin’s throat gently, forcing the singer to look him in the eyes. "Cum for me, Gawin. Ride my dick and cum!"
That was the final trigger. Gawin let out one last, loud, echoing scream, his internal walls seizing up in a violent, crushing orgasm. He spurted his semen all over Joss’s chest, his body twitching wildly as he collapsed forward against the boxer's shoulder.
The crushing, rhythmic contractions of Gawin's hole snapped Joss’s remaining control. With a feral grunt, Joss grabbed Gawin’s hips, locking him down flat against his pelvis, and delivered five fast, brutal, deep-reaching thrusts.
"Fuck, I'm coming!" Joss roared. He buried his penis as deep as physically possible into Gawin's twitching anal tract and erupted. Thick, burning waves of morning semen pumped directly into Gawin's core, filling him up for the second time that day, the heat pooling deep inside the singer’s body.
Gawin slumped completely against Joss, his face buried in the boxer’s thick neck, panting like a runner at the end of a marathon. He was entirely spent, his legs weak and heavy where they straddled Joss's waist.
Joss wrapped his massive, tan arms around Gawin, holding the singer securely against him as the aftershocks of their climax slowly faded. He ran a large, rough hand down Gawin’s sweat-slicked back, a low, satisfied chuckle vibrating in his chest.
"Still want more, singer?" Joss murmured playfully into his ear.
Gawin could only let out a weak, exhausted groan, burying his face deeper into Joss’s warm shoulder, completely content to stay pinned right where he was.
( the end for this part )