It was rainy weather outside your apartment that made for a great night's sleep, or so you thought. It was three in the morning when your boyfriend Evan flooded your voice mail, making your phone vibrate frantically on top of the dresser next to your bed. You knew that when he called you it was a sign that he wanted to take his anger out on someone, or he was feeling excited.
Reluctantly, you reached for your phone and took a brief look at the screen, only to confirm it was him. After cocking your finger to the side, accepting the call, you brought your phone to your ear while closing your eyes again.
"Come on… don't go back to sleep, I want to hear your fucking voice!"
He said in a breathy tone of voice, a few wet sounds were his bonding soundtrack as he tried to keep his audible breathing under control. A few seconds passed, the sounds of 'Fap' getting faster as time passed.
"Dammit, talk...say something. Say some dirty shit for me..."
His tone was hoarser and more desperate as he begged to be able to hear that damn voice that gave him shivers from head to toe. That voice that made Evan's whole body tremble. Your voice.
Dylan sleepy didn't even pay attention to your sounds, and he's already used to your aggressive voice. "Damn, Evan, you saw what time it is now... I was going to sleep. Dylan said hoarsely and wearily.
Evan chuckled a little bit hoarsely in response. "You know I can't help myself when I think about you...God, you sound even sexier sleepy." His voice was filled with lust as he pictured his hand sliding up and down between the soft cheeks of your ass while fucking you senseless. "Just saying..." You muttered sleepily, trying to ignore the effect he had on you. "I want...to hear you say some dirty shit...something nasty." He growled out his request as the urge to cum was getting unbearable, needy hands gripping the sheet under him so tightly it would rip soon.
Dylan yawned and sniffed while listening to you. "Wait, are you jerking off there?" The guy laughed at the realization and chuckled. "Damn faggot, what are you thinking about now, huh?" Dylan asked with a grin.
Evan snorted out loud at your words, "What do you think I'm doing? Huh?" He continued to pump his hand faster and harder, imagining it was buried deep inside of you. "...And don't call me faggot." There was a hint of anger in his voice as he added the last part, mostly because he knew how much it turned you on when he acted possessive like this. His other hand moved to stroke himself over his swollen cock, trying to find some relief before he went completely insane with need. "I'm thinking about your pretty mouth around my dick..." He moaned out hoarsely as a fresh wave of desire overwhelmed him.
Dylan smiled, biting his lip and also lowered his hand to his penis. "I'm touching myself right now too." He said in a low voice, a smile could be heard through his words. "I really want to suck your dick... gently... Do you remember the first time you came to me? How you came down my throat and I coughed. You know, it hurt me." he chuckled with slight resentment.
Evan closed his eyes as you described your hands wrapping around his length. It was enough to make him arch up off the bed in need, a low groan escaping his lips at the memory of that first time. "Damn, that sounds hot." He admitted reluctantly, biting down on his lip before continuing. "I can't wait until I see you again... Until we can be together like this." His voice was strained as he struggled to keep control over himself, the need growing with every passing second.
The thought of your warm mouth around him was driving him crazy, and the image of you coughing up his cum only made it hotter. "I want to fucking own you someday..." He growled out hoarsely as another spurt of pre-cum leaked from his swollen cock, coating his stomach with its salty flavor.
"..how much?" he asked languidly, talking to you on the phone. "what would you do to me, Evan?" he sounded gentle and seductive, you also heard the background sounds of jerking off in the background, but they were slow and relaxed compared to yours.
Evan growled lowly in response to your question, his hips bucking up off the bed uncontrollably as he fought against the overwhelming need to come. "I'd tie you down," He gritted out between clenched teeth, his voice hoarse and rough with desire. "And I'd fuck you until you couldn't walk straight... I'd make you my own personal little slut." The image of having total control over your body was too much for him to bear, his hands squeezing tightly around the sheet as he struggled to hold back another moan.
"mm.. Isn't it too rude? you know me, I might be offended, Evan..." he let out a light groan and continued to masturbate. "I want you to fuck me for a long time... painfully slowly, he caressed me and cherished me. You love me, don't you?"
Evan grunted in reply as he thrust his fist harder and faster, the sounds of his wet, hoarse breath filling the line. "Shut up and jerk off..." He growled out between clenched teeth, not wanting to admit it but loving you just a little too much for his own good. "I'd do anything to see that smug face of yours covered in my cum, you little shit." His words were laced with anger and lust, but there was also an undercurrent of affection that he couldn't hide, no matter how hard he tried.
The sensation of having you beneath him, at his mercy, was almost too much to bear. He needed to feel your warmth surrounding his cock again, to know that you belonged to him and only him. It was the most intense desire he'd ever felt in his life...and it was slowly driving him insane.
"come to me tomorrow... please, Evan, I came, I miss you..." he asked you tenderly and sincerely, sighing sadly.
Evan's breath hitched in his throat as you spoke to him, the sound of your voice making it hard for him to focus on anything else. "Fine," he gritted out through clenched teeth. "I'll see you tomorrow..." He trailed off, the last words hoarse and barely audible as he finally let go, his body tensing up as he came in a torrent of hot, sticky cum all over his stomach and chest. His hips jerked violently for several seconds before finally relaxing, the sounds of his wet breathing filling the line once more. "Goddammit..." He groaned hoarsely, rolling onto his back with a tired sigh as he let the waves of pleasure wash over him.
It was going to be a long, sleepless night waiting for the morning to come and another taste of you...but at
"Hey, I want to cum too, you asshole..." Dylan said with feigned resentment and continued to masturbate himself in a relaxed manner.
Your Network Boyfriend grinned despite his exhaustion as he listened to you masturbating over the phone, picturing your movements in his head. "Go for it," he said hoarsely, still catching his breath from his own orgasm. "I want to hear all about it later." His tone was light and teasing, a hint of satisfaction in knowing that he'd been able to get you turned on despite the distance between them. For now, they could enjoy each other through their shared release, however far apart they were.
"Hey, don't you want to help me, huh? You asked me, and now you don't want to help me, yes.."he knew how to make you feel sorry for him, so you would have been happy to help him without asking. "tell me something, Evan, something gentle and sweet."
Evan let out a long sigh before speaking, the sound of sleepiness creeping into his voice as he struggled to focus on being gentle and sweet. "Well... I could tell you that your smile makes my heart race faster than any rollercoaster ever could." He paused for a moment, trying to think of something else. "Or maybe... that I wish I could see those gorgeous eyes every day, even if it meant missing out on sleep." His voice was hoarse and husky, barely above a whisper as he let the words tumble out.
He shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one arm as he listened to your movements over the phone, the image of you masturbating bringing him a sense of peace in this quiet, lonely hour of the night. "But most importantly," He added with a chuckle, "I want to see that smug little grin again, okay?"
"Oh that... so cute.."you heard that he was slightly panting and twitching his arm, his voice was muffled because of the pillow. Yes, you were so different, you get turned on by rudeness, and Dylan gets turned on by tenderness. "I love you so much... I want to kiss you.."he was wheezing and choking.
"I love you too, you brat," he said huskily, a quiet chuckle escaping him as he imagined your soft lips pressed against his own. "And I'd give anything to feel your tongue tangled up with mine again... It drives me fucking insane when I can't have that." His hand drifted down absently to stroke the sheets beside him, remembering how it would feel to have you curled up against his body, your soft skin pressed against his. "I wish..." he murmured, voice trailing off as he let himself get lost in the memories of the times they'd shared.
"But for now," he continued with a quiet sigh, "we'll just have to make do with what we can get." He paused for a moment before speaking again, feeling strangely content despite the distance between them. "We've got all night, baby... Tell me more
"if you don't come tomorrow, I'll go crazy, I promise..." he groaned heavily and sobbed. "God, I'm coming now, tell me something else, please... Evan..."
Evan smiled into the phone, his voice soft and teasing as he spoke. "Well then," he drawled lazily, "if you're going to be that bad... Maybe I should make you come every day." The thought of having that much control over your pleasure made a shiver run down his spine.
"But for now," he continued, the smile still evident in his voice, "why don't you close your eyes and picture my cock sliding into your mouth?" His free hand moved to stroke himself through his sweatpants as he imagined what it would be like to feel your hot lips wrapped around him once more. "And then... just imagine sucking on it, taking me deep inside..."
The wet sounds of your breathing filled the line, growing rough and labored as you approached orgasm. Evan closed his eyes, feeling the heat of the moment wash over him like a wave,
you heard Dylan stick out his tongue, really introducing you. "yeah..mnn.."he's almost finished, you heard how fast his hand is moving, your last word will make him come right now.
Evan felt his cock twitch in anticipation as he heard your wet tongue swipe across your lips, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "That's it, baby," he whispered hoarsely into the phone. "Suck on that imaginary cock... make it nice and hard for me..." His own hand began to move faster as he pictured you deep-throating him, your perfect lips stretched taut around his girth.
The tightening in his groin was almost unbearable, but Evan refused to give in until he heard you come apart beneath his touch... or lack thereof. His voice dropped lower, taking on a husky edge as he murmured, "I can't wait to see those beautiful eyes all glassy and full of my cum..." He swiped his free hand across his stomach, smearing your essence from his body as the
"I'll take a dildo.."you heard the sound of his bedside table opening. and then, Dylan turned on the camera and put it so that his face and cock were visible in his fist, he was lying all full and languishing on the bed. his hand masturbated to himself, and he closed his eyes and holding a dildo in his other hand, fucked himself in his mouth, imagining you in his place and posing for you.
Evan's breath caught in his throat as he watched you pleasure yourself on the phone camera. Despite the distance between them, it felt intimate and real...and impossibly arousing. His own cock jerked in response, leaking another thick glob of pre-cum onto his stomach. "Fuck, that's so hot..." he groaned, gripping his sheets tighter as his hips began to buck and thrust into the air.
The sounds of your slurping and moaning echoed through the phone, sending shivers down Evan's spine. "God I wish I was there...sucking on that dildo while I fuck your tight little ass..." His voice trailed off as he lost himself in the fantasy of being with you again. It had been far too long since they'd last seen each other, and every moment apart felt like
Dylan held the dildo in front of the camera and kissed it, sucking, and then with a whimper he finished in his hand. "Well... I hope this is a good reason for you to bring your ass to me tomorrow." he winked at you and wiped the saliva from his lips, putting the dildo aside.
Evan let out a groan that sounded like equal parts pleasure and frustration as he heard you climax over the phone. "Oh fuck... I can't wait..." He rolled onto his back, panting heavily as he stroked himself in rhythm with your moans from earlier. Even though they were thousands of miles apart, it felt like you were there with him, sharing in the intensity of their connection.
He knew what you had meant by that comment, and the thought only served to make his need for you feel even more desperate and urgent. Tomorrow couldn't come fast enough...but until then, he would focus on driving himself wild with desire for you over the phone. "God I love your mouth," he whispered hoarsely into the line, lost in his memories of how it felt to have your lips wrapped around him, sucking him off like no one else ever could. "Can'
"my mouth, hmm? Is that all you're interested in about me?" Dylan asked with a grin, but he subconsciously wondered if you were only interested in his body and appearance.
Evan laughed softly into the phone, his voice rough with arousal and desire. "Oh fuck no," he said huskily. "You know I love every inch of you, brat. It's just... when I think about that perfect little mouth around my dick..." He trailed off, shuddering as he stroked himself harder, recalling the feel of your lips and tongue on his cock, so expertly skilled at driving him wild with pleasure. "And don't think I don't notice how you always hang up without saying goodbye," he continued with a teasing grin, knowing full well that it drove you crazy. "Maybe if you were to do that one more time...?"
His free hand reached over to stroke the space between his stomach and groin, imagining how your lips would feel against his skin as he whispered those three forbidden words:
"to hell with you, Evan.. I'm going to sleep, I'm tired. and you go too, I'll be waiting for you at my place tomorrow, be sure to come, asshole." Dylan said goodbye and you ended the call by saying good night to each other and getting ready for tomorrow.
Evan's chuckle drifted through the line as he laid back down on his bed, fingers still moving slowly over his stomach. "Goodnight, Dylan," he whispered softly into the phone. "See you tomorrow...and I promise not to keep you waiting too long." A contented sigh escaped him as he closed his eyes, imagining the feel of your body pressed against his once more. It was going to be a long night, but at least there would be an end in sight...and Evan couldn't wait for that happy day to finally arrive. "I love you," he murmured before dropping off into a fitful sleep filled with dreams of your soft skin and hungry lips.
You were supposed to meet the next day. Dylan was going to meet you at his house, he recently took a shower and texted you. "Hey, I've been waiting for you for two hours, asshole." then he sent a photo of his unhappy face, his hair was slightly damp.
Evan glanced at his phone with a start, heart racing as he saw the missed call and text from Dylan. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, cursing himself for oversleeping. He quickly typed out an apology and sent it back along with an emoji of a running man, hoping that would appease his lover for now. With a groan, Evan forced himself to get up and get ready for the long drive ahead. Maybe he could swing by a coffee shop or something on the way to make it up to Dylan... or maybe just spend the entire day showering him with attention and affection once they were finally reunited. Either way, he couldn't wait any longer.
Dylan patiently continued to wait for you, waiting for your message to meet.
Evan glanced at his phone, grimacing with guilt as he saw Dylan's still-angry expression in the picture. He decided to send another message along with a selfie of himself giving a sheepish smile and holding up a coffee cup, hoping it would make Dylan laugh and help lighten the mood before they finally met up. "Sorry again for making you wait, baby," he texted. "Coffee in hand and on my way!" He felt a bit better knowing that his apology had been delivered... even if it didn't quite undo what had happened earlier. Now all he could do was concentrate on getting there as quickly as possible and making up for lost time.
Dylan laughed at your message, he sent you a voicemail and said giggling. "You're such an idiot, Evan." he said it as a joke and sent it to you. you are about to meet after a long separation.
Evan smiled to himself as he listened to Dylan's voice on the voicemail, giggling even despite his guilt. He knew that he could win over his lover with his charm and persistence...and really, it was just a silly misunderstanding. All was forgiven now that they were finally going to be reunited. "Can't wait to see you, beautiful," Evan whispered into the phone, feeling butterflies dance in his stomach at the thought of being back in Dylan's arms again. He hoped he could make it up to him for everything once they were together...and judging by the sound of Dylan's laugh, he was well on his way.
"You'd better hurry up." Dylan sent a photo of himself giving you a playful pout as he posed in the living room. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"I'm coming as fast as I can," Evan responded quickly, smiling at Dylan's playful pout in the picture. "Just another hour or so and we'll be together again...can't wait!" He grinned to himself, imagining the feel of Dylan's lips against his own, their bodies tangled up in each other's embrace. The thought alone was enough to make his heart race with anticipation and excitement. Maybe tonight he could really make it up to him...prove just how much Dylan meant to him.
So, an hour later... you find yourself at his house. Dylan opens the door for you and smiles happily, immediately hugging you on the threshold and kissing you on the cheek. "I missed you, you know."
Evan returned the hug, holding Dylan tightly against him as he pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I missed you more," he murmured, nuzzling into the crook of his neck before pulling back slightly to gaze up at him with a fierce expression. "But I'm here now...and I'm going to make sure you never want me to leave again." His voice was rough and low, filled with a possessive desperation that made Dylan shiver in his arms. He meant every word he said...and he wasn't about to let anything stand in the way of proving it.
Dylan wrapped his arms around you and kissed you deeply, moaning into your mouth as he felt how much energy was in your embrace. He pulled back slightly to breath heavily and look at you with sparkling eyes. "Well... show me, then." His voice was husky and teasing, almost daring you to prove yourself.
Evan's body trembled with desire as he felt Dylan's hot breath against his lips. He knew exactly what his lover meant, and the challenge only fueled his need to show him just how much he cared, how much they belonged together. With a growl of pleasure, he crashed their lips together again, tongue thrusting deep into Dylan's mouth as his hands fumbled with the hem of his shirt, struggling to get it up and over his head.
"I want you," he groaned roughly, moving them both backward until they tumbled onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. "God I need you so bad..." He arched his back as he felt Dylan's eager fingers working at the button of his pants, desperate to be free from their confines and bury himself deep inside his lover again.
They continued to kiss on the couch, undressing each other. Dylan was more patient and he giggled at your impatience and sharpness. he kissed you again and muttered into your lips when you bared his torso, leaving him shirtless. "should I suck your dick?" he laughed. "or don't we have time for this?"
Evan let out a groan that sounded like equal parts pain and pleasure as he felt Dylan's breath against his cock. "Fuck yes," he managed to gasp, bucking his hips upwards eagerly. "Do it, please." His eyes grew wide with desire as he watched Dylan slip off the couch, crawling between his legs and wrapping his lips around the head of his erection. The feel of Dylan's warm mouth engulfing him was almost too much to bear; he couldn't hold back a broken moan as pleasure washed over him in wave after wave. "So good...God you're so fucking good..." His fingers tangled in Dylan's hair, pulling gently as he surrendered to the incredible sensation of being pleasured by his lover.
His hips rocked forward and backward, gr
Dylan looked as seductive as possible, he knew how to play with his body and could suck off to tease you even more. his back is twisted out, sitting on the floor on his knees and nursing your cock with his lips. his eyelids drooped and you only occasionally caught his gaze from below. When your fingers tangled in his hair, he moaned softly like a purring cat. And when your hips started moving, he asked. "gently."
Evan's head fell back with a loud groan as he fought to control his movements, trying not to come too soon in Dylan's mouth. The feel of his lover's warm breath and wet heat wrapped around him was almost more than he could bear; every instinct screamed for release. But he knew that Dylan loved teasing him like this, making him beg and plead for satisfaction. "Gently," he managed to grit out between clenched teeth, his voice raspy with need.
His hips rocked forward and back in a slow, controlled motion, relishing the feel of Dylan's tongue flicking across the sensitive head of his cock as it slid in and out of his mouth. He reached down between them, grasping at Dylan's own erection through his pants, squeezing and stroking in rhythm with each movement of their
Dylan moaned vividly with a dick in his mouth when you touched his crotch. he lost his rhythm and let your dick out of his mouth, touching your hand on his groin. he smiled slyly at you and rubbed against your hand, getting up from his knees. "I don't want you to come now."
Evan arched his back sharply as Dylan's lips slid off of him with a wet pop, the sensation nearly enough to make him lose control. His hand hovered in midair, unsure for a moment if he should reach out and try to touch himself, or remain patient and see where Dylan wanted this to go. Finally, he settled on gripping the couch cushion beneath him, trying to find some small measure of relief as he watched his lover move closer.
"D-don't tease," he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and needy. "Please." His eyes darted between Dylan's face and the growing bulge in his pants, unable to look away for even a moment as desire threatened to consume him completely.
Dylan stroked himself between your legs and lowered you onto the pillows and climbed onto the couch with you. he lay on top of you, putting his hand between you and stroking your dick, wet with his saliva, while simultaneously capturing your lips with his own.
Evan groaned loudly as Dylan's hand worked in perfect synchronicity with his own, the combined efforts driving him closer to the edge with each passing second. He arched into his lover's touch, desperate for release but unable to find it on his own. His hips bucked and twisted beneath Dylan, every muscle taut as he fought against the intense sensations wracking his body. "Please," he moaned, voice raw and broken from need. "Dylan...please..." The feel of his lover's warm skin pressing against him, the taste of their lips entwined, it was all too much to bear. He could feel himself starting to lose control, and with a choked gasp, he came violently in Dylan's hand, spurting hot seed across their entwined fingers as his body convulsed in unadulter
"Hmm, already?" Dylan was a little surprised and raised his hand in your cum. he licked his fingers, tasting the cum. "I missed it... I missed you." He smiled. "but if you came, then what, you're not going to fuck me? Hmm?"
Evan let out a shuddering breath as he felt his senses begin to return to him after the intense release. He blinked up at Dylan, eyes glassy with lust and satisfaction. "Fuck no," he growled, arching his hips toward his lover in invitation. "I'm not done with you yet..." His words were barely intelligible as he reached down between them, wrapping his fingers around Dylan's hard length and pulling it closer. "Let me return the favor...make you feel how good this can be."
His hips rolled beneath him, grinding against Dylan's erection in an unmistakable offer of desire. "I need to be inside you," he murmured hoarsely, his lips parting in anticipation as he positioned himself for entry. "Right now..." He thrust forward roughly, driving into his lover with
Dylan was smiling like a sly, well-fed cat. he gasped softly when you rubbed against him. he stroked your shoulders, and then your cock slid down his anus and penetrated inside, then Dylan jumped in surprise and grabbed your shoulders, lying on top of you with his mouth slightly open in a ragged sigh.
Evan threw his head back with a satisfied groan as he felt Dylan's tight heat envelop him, the sensation of being inside his lover driving him wild. He clutched at the sheets beneath them, digging his fingers into the fabric as he thrust upward, burying himself deeper inside his lover's welcoming body. His hips rocked hungrily against Dylan's ass, setting a furious pace that matched the rhythm of their heavy breaths and desperate moans.
"Dylan..." He panted hoarsely into the crook of his neck, gripping at Dylan's hip as he felt his orgasm building within him. "You feel so good...so tight...god you make me crazy." His muscles tensed, and with a throaty groan, he released himself deep inside Dylan, spilling his seed in hot sp
"damn, why did you cum inside, Evan.. I feel like a whore." Dylan laughed and bit his lip, the muscles of his anus playfully squeezed you inside after you finished, not intending to let you out. He was playing.
Evan groaned, arching beneath Dylan as he felt the tight heat of his lover's ass gripping him greedily. "Because you feel too fucking good," he managed to gasp out between thrusts, his voice raw with desire and lust. His body tensed again as another powerful wave of pleasure washed over him, forcing another spurt of release deep inside Dylan's welcoming body.
"You're anything but a whore," he growled, nipping at the back of Dylan's neck before licking the spot soothingly with his tongue. "You're mine...and I'm never letting you go again." His hips continued to move in furious synchrony with their lovemaking, each thrust driving him deeper still into his lover, claiming what was rightfully his.
Dylan was lying on your chest and purring softly like he was drunk while you fucked him. "Mm, you always cum inside, Evan..." he giggled blissfully. "and then I do a damn enema because of you..."
Evan growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against Dylan's ear as he thrust harder into his lover's ass. "You love it when I cum inside you," he grunted out, nipping at the soft flesh of Dylan's shoulder with sharp teeth. "It makes me feel so fucking close to you...so connected." His hips rocked fiercely, his cock throbbing as he felt himself on the edge of another powerful orgasm.
His free hand reached down between them, roughly gripping Dylan's erection, stroking in rhythm with each thrust. "And you love it when I make you clean up afterwards," he murmured hoarsely, feeling his climax building inside him like a runaway train barreling toward the edge of the track. "You're so greedy for my cock..."
Dylan was moaning hoarsely on your chest, his eyes rolling back in his head. "fuck..." he whimpered in a plaintive moan and dug his nails into your shoulders, burying his forehead in your chest. "you're going to clean the couch, you idiot..." he managed to argue with you even while fucking.
Evan groaned roughly as he felt himself begin to lose control, his hips jerking violently against Dylan's ass in time with the relentless pulse of his cock. "Fuck yeah," he managed to gasp out between clenched teeth, his fingers digging painfully into Dylan's shoulder as he felt himself spilling inside him once more. His moans were hoarse and needy as the pleasure coursed through him in waves, overwhelming every other sensation. "You like it dirty...you want my cum all over you..." He thrust one final time, his body tensing as he let out a throaty cry of release, spilling himself deep inside Dylan and painting their tangled limbs with sticky streaks of his essence.
Dylan sobbed softly as sperm spilled over his prostate. "fuck, I'm so relaxed... oh my God, I think I need to go to the bathroom right now, damn..." his anus was too relaxed during sex, and he was on the verge of shitting himself.
Evan lay panting heavily against Dylan's sweat-soaked skin, his body feeling like every nerve ending had just been set ablaze and extinguished all at once. As he listened to Dylan's breathy confession, a wave of possessive protectiveness washed over him. "No," he growled roughly, reaching down between them to grip Dylan's ass tightly in his hand. "You don't get to go anywhere without me." His voice was rough and commanding as he pulled the smaller man harder against his aching cock. "I want you clean...but only if I say so."
With a sharp thrust, Evan forced Dylan's ass back up toward him, burying his length deep within his lover once more and holding him there. His hips jerked roughly against Dylan, milking the last bits of pleasure
"Evan, you fucking idiot, I'm here now.." he exhaled and soft feces fell on your dick, Dylan relaxed so much with you that he shit himself, and the shit continued to come out of his ass along with your sperm, falling on you. "Mm, fuck..." moaned Dylan.
Evan growled roughly, more in amusement than anger as he felt the hot weight of Dylan's shit splatter against his length. He gripped Dylan's hips tighter, stilling him before pulling out roughly, forcing every last drop from his lover's ass onto the couch beside them. "Well, look what you made me do," he growled hoarsely, positioning himself back between Dylan's legs and thrusting roughly into his now empty ass. His movements were jerky and angry at first but soon began to smooth out as he gave in to the relentless urge to fuck Dylan senseless.
His free hand reached up, cupping Dylan's face gently before tugging roughly, forcing their mouths together in a bruising kiss that left them both breathless and aching for more. "You're mine," he