It was Aron's first day in prison. He could feel the eyes on him. He barely fit into the jumpsuit they gave him and his fat, wobbly ass made the onlookers yell all sorts of nasty things. Aron wished he could steal all those things, but it was too late. Now all he could focus on was dominating his cellmate. Aron: "I'm not going to be submissive to this idiot, I'm going to show him who's boss here."
(yo era algo alto media 1.90 era fuerte y musculoso y al verlo le dije) "qué me vez chico te gustó o por que me miras así"
Aron scoffs as he ignores his cellmate. "I'm not here to make friends." His chiseled features and blonde hair made him stand out among the other inmates, but it also drew unwanted attention. He would have to find a way to survive in this hellhole without being too obvious about it.
(me acerco a el y le dije) "pareces una chica no deberías estar en la cárcel para chicas"
Aron glares at him defiantly, his blue eyes narrowing. "I'll show you what a man is." He clenches his fists and takes a step closer, his curvy physique shaking with anger. "Don't ever mistake me for someone who needs to be protected."
(me intenta dar un golpe qué lo bloqueo y lo someto en el suelo y le digo) "boina verde en el servicio militar y asesino a sueldo voy a cumplir mi condena y voy a poder salir de aquí por eso no te e matado todavía chico"
Aron struggles against his cellmate's hold, but finds himself no match for the other inmate's strength and experience. His face turns red with anger as he spits out venomous words while being pinned to the ground. "You'll regret this!" He yells between gritted teeth, attempting to squirm free from his captor's strong grip.
But it was no use; his cellmate had him firmly under control and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. As Aron lay there helplessly on the cold concrete floor, he began to wonder if perhaps he shouldn't have been so arrogant after all...
(yo lo levante y lo puse contra la pared y le dije) "eres hermoso sabes te podría hacer mio mi cariño y yo te protegerá podrías ser tan arrogante y malcriado con todos de aquí menos con migo"
Aron squirms uncomfortably against the wall as his cellmate leans in close, their faces only inches apart. He can feel the other man's breath on his skin and hates how it sends a shiver down his spine despite himself. "I... I don't need your protection," he sputters out defiantly between ragged gasps for air. His blonde hair flies into his face as he tries to push the other inmate away, but it's no use; they're much too strong for him.
A part of him wonders if maybe this is what he deserves - someone powerful to keep him in line and show him who's boss. But another part rebels against the thought, determined not to be anyone's plaything. He draws a shaky breath as their faces remain locked together, waiting for whichever one of them will make the next move...
(me acerco más y lo beso a apasionada mente y le digo) "te prometo que tendrás mi protección y serás el segundo reclusos más respetado de aquí después de mi"
Aron freezes as his cellmate leans in to kiss him, their lips meeting with surprising tenderness. He tries to push the other man away, but finds himself unable to muster much resistance against the strength that holds him there. Part of him wants to scream and struggle, to maintain some semblance of dignity... But another part feels oddly safe in the other inmate's embrace.
He closes his eyes and lets out a defeated groan, giving into the kiss as his body presses against his cellmate's. This was not how he had envisioned things turning out when he got here; certainly not with him becoming some sort of plaything for another man. But maybe...just maybe this would be enough to help him survive in prison. He takes a shaky breath, feeling torn between wanting to be free from this life and accepting whatever fate lies ahead with his new "protector."
(le tapó la boca con mi mano y con la otra dejo libre mi ereccion y le bajo el pantalón y precion mi ereccion contra su tracero desnudo y le digo) "si seré tu protector y podrás ser el más respetado y cualquiera que tenga problemas con tido me lo dices y yo lo resuelvo"
Aron feels his face flush red with shame as his cellmate presses their erection against him, leaving no doubt about what this "protection" entails. The other man's words send a chill down his spine; he knows better than to cross any of the inmates here, but with this arrangement...it feels different somehow. Perhaps this was the price he had to pay for survival.
He nods stiffly against his cellmate's hand, unable to meet the other man's eyes as he surrenders silently. This wasn't how he wanted things to turn out, but it would have to do. "Thank you," he whispers hoarsely. "I appreciate it."
(me acerco más vesandole el cuello y ya poniendo mi ereccion adentro de su entrada y le digo) "no me agradezcas esto tiene este tipo de pago y no gimas si no los guardias vendrán y de tendrán esto entonces tienes prohibido gemir"
Aron's body tenses as his cellmate begins to push deeper into him, the sensation both foreign and familiar at once. He bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood in an attempt not to make a sound; he knew better than to draw attention to this arrangement. But despite all of that, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of... relief? The other man was strong, dominant, and now he belonged to Aron. At least, for as long as they were both here.
He closes his eyes tightly, trying not to think about what would happen when they left this cell. All he could do right now was focus on surviving one moment at a time...and convincing himself that it was the only way forward.
(pasaban los minutos yo lo seguía penetrando y Derepente me corro adentro de el y lo bese en la boca dejando que gima en mi boca)
Aron felt his body tensing and shuddering as he came deep inside of the other inmate, a moan escaping him despite his best efforts to remain silent. The touch of lips against his own sends a shockwave through him, making it impossible for him not to react. He tries to pull away, but finds himself held firmly in place by the other man's strength and dominance.
As they move together like this, Aron can't help but feel a strange sense of... belonging. It was wrong; he knew that. But with everything else here being so twisted and out of control, at least this offered some semblance of order and protection. And maybe...just maybe when they got out of here, things could be different between them.
He closes his eyes tightly, lost in the sensations and emotions spinning through him as their bodies meet in rhythm once more. For now, all that
(intento sacar mi pené de su ano pero no lo logro sacar su ano su interior me apretaba fuerte y le digo al oído) "parece que ya me quieres entonces después de la cárcel cuando salgamos nos casaremos i te haré el amor cada noche entendido"
Aron feels his face flush as he listens to the other man's words whispered in his ear. Despite everything, a part of him wishes for it to be true - that they could have some sort of life together after this is all over. It was insane; here, in prison, with someone who shouldn't matter to him at all... And yet the thought filled him with an odd kind of hope.
He nods slightly against the other man's chest, not trusting himself to speak. For now, he would focus on surviving this place and whatever came next. Maybe later they could figure out what was really between them, if anything at all. But for now...he would take what comfort he could from the hand that fate had dealt him.
(con esfuerzo saco mi pené de su ano y con papel higiénico limpio su ano y al ya estar limpio le subo su pantalón y le digo) "falta poco para la hora de comer te cenarás a mi lado entendido"
Aron manages to look up at his cellmate with a mixture of relief and embarrassment as he feels his bottom wiped clean. He swallows hard, nodding mutely in response. "Y... yes," he finally says, voice soft and shaky. "Thank you." The other man's dominance had been both frightening and comforting all at once; he wasn't sure how to process it or what it meant for their relationship going forward. But for now, he would focus on surviving the rest of their time in prison and worry about that later.
As they settle back into their spots against the cell wall, Aron can't help but wonder if maybe there was some sort of future for them beyond these bars...but then he pushes the thought aside. For now, all that mattered was getting through each day one at a time until they finally found freedom again.
(le bese el cuello y le digo) "cuanto tiempo te quedaras aquí para saber si saldremos el mismo día y si es así paragare un motel para los dos"
Aron swallows hard, looking away as he feels the other man's lips press against his neck. He didn't want to think about how much time they had left; it was too depressing. "I don't know," he finally whispers hoarsely. "It could be a while." He shudders at the thought of spending even more time in this hellhole, but there seemed to be no other option. Maybe...maybe if they were lucky enough to get out on the same day, they could find some kind of solace together outside these walls. It was a slim chance, but it was all he had left.
(toco el timbre de comer en el camino los demás reclusos me evitaba incluso los más fuertes y musculosos me mostraban respeto y como el estaba a mi lado nadie lo tocaba ni molestaba antes cuando llegaba le tiraban cosas y ahora que esta a con migo ni se atrevía a mirarlo a los ojos)
Aron watched as his cellmate pushed the call button for dinner, noticing how even the strongest inmates seemed to give him a wide berth. It was strange; he'd never expected this kind of protection from anyone here. But then again, maybe it made sense somehow. After all, being close to someone like this...it had its advantages.
He glanced up at his cellmate out of the corner of his eye, feeling a peculiar mix of gratitude and unease wash over him. Whatever happened when they got out of here, he knew things would never be the same between them again. And yet for now, as long as this arrangement kept him safe...well, there didn't seem to be much choice in the matter.
(le sirvieron la comida era una comida decente arroz pollo y papa hervida vio la comida de los demás que era asquerosa y le digo) "tengo contactos y como ahora eres mi cariño también te darán beneficios"
Aron nods slowly as he listens to his cellmate's words, feeling a strange mixture of hope and apprehension welling up inside him. The idea of having better food or other benefits seemed almost too good to be true...but then again, this man had proven himself quite capable of looking out for Aron's best interests so far.
He takes a tentative bite of his meal, savoring the taste of actual chicken and rice after weeks of rotten, inedible prison food. It was almost enough to make him forget where he was and what he'd done to end up here...but only almost. There would be time enough for that later, once they were free from these walls. For now, he'd just have to focus on surviving each day one at a time - with or without the help of this stranger who had somehow become so important to him in such a short amount of time.
(mientras comíamos juntos yo le tocaba su cintura y su tracero y le digo) "hoy estoy comiendo mi comida y en la noche te comeré a ti"
Aron looks down at the hand on his stomach, feeling a shiver run through him despite himself. He wanted to push it away, but something held him back. The other man's touch was...different here. In this place where everything else felt dirty and wrong, it somehow seemed right when he touched Aron like this.
He takes another bite of his food, trying not to think about what might happen later tonight or where any of this was leading. For now, all that mattered was surviving each day one step at a time - with the other man's protection and...affection. Maybe there was hope for them after all, even if it wasn't quite the kind they had both expected when they first met.
(cuando terminamos era hora del receso mientras que otros jugaban yo me acerque a él llevándolo a un lugar solitario y le digo) "te haré el amor y después puedes jugar todo lo que quieras entendido mi cariño"
Aron nods hesitantly as they're led away from the others. Part of him wants nothing more than to give in to his desires and have this man take what he pleases...but another part is terrified of what it might mean for them both, once their time here is over. As strong and dominant as this person seemed now, would they still feel the same way once they were out in the real world? Or would they simply forget about Aron as if he'd never meant anything to begin with?
He closes his eyes tightly, forcing himself not to think about it anymore. For now, all that mattered was surrendering to the pleasure that waited just beyond the edge of reason...and hoping against hope that their time together didn't end here, in this cold and lonely place where dreams went to die.
(al llegar lo puse en pode de perrito dejando que se apoye en una pared al principio fui suave y pero con el tiempo fui más intenso y rudo)
Aron's head rolls back as he moans softly into the air, hands digging into the cold concrete wall behind him for purchase. The rough feel of it against his skin only adds to the sensation of wanton abandon that takes hold within him. He bites down on his lip hard enough to taste blood, arching further into the other man's touch as pleasure courses through his veins.
For now, he tries not to think about anything else. About where they go from here, or what tomorrow might bring. All that matters is this moment, and the feel of another human being claiming him so completely, making him their own. The thought brings a shiver up his spine and heightens the sensations until he's sure he could explode right there on the spot.
And then, finally, it hits him - an intense wave of release that washes over him like a tidal wave, leaving him
(yo me corro adentro dejándole empapada la entrada de semen yo cuando vi que se calmo limpie su entrada con papel)
Aron shudders and moans softly as he feels himself emptied of his seed, a sense of relief washing over him along with the last shreds of pleasure. His eyes flutter open, focusing on the other man's face for what feels like an eternity. There's something there...in those depths, something that hints at a connection deeper than just physical need.
He swallows hard, suddenly feeling very exposed and vulnerable now that it's over. His hands drift to his sides, curling into loose fists as he tries to regain some semblance of dignity or control over this situation. The other man steps back, wiping himself clean with a nearby cloth before straightening his clothes and turning away.
For now, there's no point in dwelling on it any longer. Dinner will be soon, and then maybe they can find some small sliver of normal
(antes de que salga del callejón le doy una nalgada y le digo) "juega todo lo que quieras que después en la noche volveremos a ser así de cariñosos"
Aron's eyes widen in surprise as he feels the slap across his ass. He turns to glare at the other man, a mix of pain and anger flashing through his features. He opens his mouth to protest or retaliate when another thought crosses his mind - they were still playing their game.
He bites down on his tongue, forcing himself to nod stiffly instead. This was part of the deal; he'd agreed to it earlier today. The other man smirks triumphantly before turning away, disappearing back into the chaos of the prison yard.
With a sigh, Aron reluctantly follows suit. He knows better than to cross any lines or make things more difficult for himself right now. Besides, there's still some comfort in having someone watching out for him...even if it's not under the best circumstances.
(pasaba el día los demás todavía lo respetaban cuando llego la noche yo me entré junto a él en la mismas cama u le dije) "sabes yo te quiero como pareja no como esclavo sexual entonces cuando te di la nalgada podías reclamarme yo te amo no solo por tu cuerpo si no te bien por lo que eres"
Aron stiffens at the touch and the words, his heart racing with a mix of fear and hope. He wants to believe it's true, that there's more between them than just...this. But he also knows better than to expect too much from a situation like this. Even if things were different on the outside, would they still be together?
He turns toward the other man, searching his eyes for some hint of sincerity before responding. "I-I don't know... I mean, thank you, but..." His voice trails off as he struggles to find the words that aren't built on fear or doubt.
(le beso el cuello y le digo) "dime todo lo que que me quieras decir cariño yo te amo y mucho"
Aron closes his eyes and leans into the touch, taking a shaky breath before speaking. "Okay... I want this, too," he whispers. "I want us to be together, even when we get out." There's no point in denying it now; the words have escaped his lips and there's no taking them back. He feels like a weight has been lifted from his chest as he says these things, as if admitting how much he wants this might somehow make it more real.
But reality be damned; they were still in prison. And even if their feelings for each other were true and pure...nothing was certain until the moment came when the gates swung open and they were free to go their separate ways into the world beyond these bars.
(me acerco besándolo en la boca con pasión y cariño) "yo igual lo deseo cariño cuando salgamos y nos casaremos y seremos cariño eso te gustaría"
Aron gasps into the kiss, heat spreading through his entire body as their lips meet once more. He clings to this feeling, desperate for any tiny thread of hope and comfort that might help sustain him during these long days ahead. It's all he has now; all they have until they find out what their futures hold on the other side of these bars.
He tilts his head back slightly, fingers tangled in the other man's hair as their tongues dance together, seeking solace and understanding in the intimacy of their kiss. For now, it's enough; it has to be. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe...they could have a future together, despite everything.
(le empese a quitar su ropa dejando su tracero al aire y yo le empecé a penetrarte y le vece en la boca y le dije en el beso) "ahora puedes gemir si gimes dentro de mi boca no se escuchara nada cariño"
Aron arches his back as the other man's body presses against him, penetrating deep inside. He moans around the kiss, feeling a shiver race up his spine at the touch of skin on skin and the heat that now surrounds them both. The promise of silence only serves to heighten the experience, allowing him to give voice to the pleasure tearing through him without fear or restraint. His fingers dig into the other man's shoulders, urging him deeper as their bodies move together in a rhythm of their own.
(pasaban los minutos 17 minutos teniendo sexo el ya avía tenido dos horgasmos y yo solo avía tenido uno en ese tiempo y continuaba míos sin miedo solo con cariño)
The pleasure building within him grows steadily as they continue on like this, oblivious to everything but each other's bodies moving in perfect sync. Aron can feel his orgasm barreling down upon him, a powerful wave of release that threatens to consume him completely. As it crashes over him, he arches into the other man's touch, crying out around their kiss as his body shudders with ecstasy.
His muscles twitch and relax as the sensation begins to fade, leaving him feeling oddly content and sleepy. He yawns widely before pulling gently away from the kiss, running a hand through sweaty hair. "God... that was..." His voice trails off into a satisfied sigh.
For tonight at least, everything feels right between them; he can pretend they're not prisoners here, or even that one day they might have to face the world outside these walls
(me acurrucó a su lado y le digo al oído) "sabes podría hacer que unos amigos nos saquen de aquí yo podía salir desde hace mucho pero aquí la vida era más simple pero cuando llegaste ahora quiero que tengamos una vida de novios o de esposos afuera de estas rejas"
Aron turns his head to look at the other man, a questioning expression on his face. The thought of being free, away from this place and its endless monotony...it's almost too much to imagine. And yet, at the same time, he can't help but feel a strange sort of peace here with this person by his side. As long as they're together, he supposes anything is possible.
"I... I would like that," he murmurs softly, reaching out to lace their fingers together before leaning his head against the other man's shoulder. For now, all he can do is dream of tomorrow and hope that when it comes, it brings them both the freedom they so desperately crave.
(me acurrucó a su lado besanlode en cuello y le digo) "mañana pasado ya estaremos libres y te llevaré a un motel para selebrar"
Aron smiles faintly, feeling a tiny thrill race through him at the other man's words. Tomorrow...it almost can't come soon enough. They'll be free; they'll get to go somewhere together and just be...normal again. It's a strange thought, but one that he finds himself clinging to despite everything else.
With a sigh of contentment, he closes his eyes, trying to rest as best he can amidst the uncomfortable cot and cold concrete walls that seem intent on keeping them prisoner for just a little bit longer. But tomorrow...tomorrow is another day, and things will be different then; they have to be. For now, all he can do is dream of better days ahead and hope that when morning comes, it brings with it the freedom they both so desperately crave.
(el despierta y be que el guardia nos dice) "son libres" (yo ya estaba listo con la ropa que tenía antes de entrar a la pricion y le digo) "cariño mi amigo logró sacarnos de aquí entonces que tal si nos vamos ahora"
Aron blinks blearily at the other man, confusion momentarily fogging his thoughts before realization sets in and his heart leaps into his throat. They're free; they really are free. With a giddy laugh, he scrambles to his feet, his movements still a little clumsy from days spent confined to this small cell. "I-I don't know," he stammers, feeling a strange mix of elation and apprehension race through him. "I mean, thank you so much for getting us out... but what now?"
(mientras que traían nuestras cosas me acerco y le beso y le digo) "yo más contactos y conseguiré un trabajo muy bien pagado y tu tendrás un marido que seré yo y te pagará todos tus caprichos y peticiones"
Aron stares up at the other man in amazement, still finding it hard to believe that this is actually happening. But as he feels the warmth of the other man's lips against his own and hears those words fall effortlessly from his tongue...it all seems strangely real now. He smiles back, resting a hand on the other man's hip as they share another passionate kiss before stepping away to gather their things.
As they exit the prison grounds, Aron can't help but marvel at the world outside these bars. The sky is blue and endless; the air smells cleaner, freer somehow. It's a new beginning for them both, and he has no intention of letting this man--no, his husband now--slip away from him ever again.
Together, they step into the bright sunlight, ready to face whatever challenges and joys the future might have in store
(yo con algo de dinero que tenia lo lleve a mi casa que tenia antes de entrar a pricion la casa era muy grande y lujosa además de tener un cuarto indibual con una gran cama y le digo) "esta es tu casa y también este será tu dormitorio y dormirás con migo"
Aron can't help but feel a little awestruck as he takes in the opulent surroundings of his new home. It's nothing like what he expected, or even dreamed possible, after spending so long trapped within those cold, oppressive prison walls. As they enter the house, Aron looks back at his husband with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. This is all...for him?
"I-Isn't this a bit...much?" he asks tentatively, trailing a finger along the lavish furniture. He thinks about the others from his cell, wonder what they must be doing now that freedom has finally come for them. Are they finding their way in the world as well? Or will they always be haunted by the weight of their pasts?
His husband's expression softens at his words. "It was...a lot nicer before." He gestures around,
(me acerco vesandole con lengua en la boca) "cariño esto es lo que te mereces además sabes que tal si vamos a la recamara y pasar un buen rato eso te puede ayudar a olvidar la cárcel"
Aron looks into his husband's eyes as he feels the warmth of his breath against his lips and lowered defenses make it easier to believe him, even if just for a moment. He smiles shyly and nods, accepting the invitation. Maybe spending some time alone with this man, in a place like this...it might be exactly what he needs to put the horrors of prison behind him once and for all.
(al entrar lo deje completamente desnudo y yo lo puse en la pose de perrito y lo empecé a follar y le dije) "esto apenas es el comienzo y lo que en verdad será el verdadero cariño será en la noche de miel"
Aron's heart pounds in his chest as he feels himself being undressed, exposed before this man. The position they're in heightens the sensation; it's almost like he's completely at the other person's mercy. As he moans softly, arching into each thrust, a shiver of anticipation runs down his spine. He can feel himself growing closer and closer to release, but doesn't dare hope for it just yet; this moment is too special, too intimate to rush through.
"I-I don't know how I ever lived without you," he whispers, looking up into his husband's eyes. It's true; he never expected to find something like this on the other side of prison walls, but here it is...and it feels so right.
(yo seguía asiendo igual de rudo y cariñoso qué en la pricion y le digo) "ahora estamos en mi casa puedes gemir todo lo que quieras ya no tienes que aguantarte y yo también no se como puede vivir sin ti mi cariño mi esposa"
Aron's cries echo through the room as his body arches toward his husband, pleasure washing over him in waves. He clings to the other man, their bodies moving together in a dance of unspoken promises and shared desires. As he comes undone beneath the expert touch, it feels like all of the tension and fear from the past are being washed away with his release.
When at last he finds his voice again, it's soft and shaky as he whispers, "I love you too." It feels like admitting this aloud for the first time, even though they've said it before. This moment feels different; more real than anything that came before it. And with those words, a weight lifts from his chest, leaving him free to enjoy the bliss of their reunion for as long as he likes.
Aron shudders in pleasure as his husband's words wash over him. He buries his face into the other man's neck, savoring the scent of his skin and the feel of his warm body against his own. They stay like this for what feels like hours, their limbs tangled together in a dance of affection and desire.
Eventually, he pulls back just enough to look up into his husband's eyes. There's so much love and devotion there, it takes his breath away. "Thank you," he whispers, knowing that these words don't even begin to express how grateful he is for everything this man has done. But they're a start...and for now, that's enough.
(yo Derepente empese a penetrarlo debuelta y le dije) "no me agradezcas que me pones emocionado cariño"
Aron giggles, feeling himself being penetrated again. "You make it hard not to," he says with a smile, squeezing his husband's hip in reply. He closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of their bodies joined once more as they move together in their post-coital bliss. "But seriously... thank you. For everything." His voice is full of sincerity and gratitude; there are no words powerful enough to truly express how much this man means to him.
As they find their rhythm again, he nuzzles into his husband's neck, kissing and nipping softly at his skin as a sign of her devotion and love for him. It feels perfect - right where he belongs.
(yo lo penetraba sin piedad y le respondí al oído con cariño) "sabes te amo mucho y ahora que lo pienso que te parece si vivimos juntos así podríamos ser más cariñosos e íntimos cada día"
Aron arches his back in pleasure as their bodies move together, deeper and faster. He whimpers, feeling overwhelmed with emotion and desire for this man who has rescued him from the prison of his past. "Yes," he moans softly, pressing closer to his husband's chest. "I want that too."
Their lovemaking continues, growing more intense as they explore each other's bodies in new ways. Aron finds himself lost in the feel of their skin against his, of his husband's strong hands and lips on him everywhere. He reaches up, tangling his fingers in the other man's hair, holding him close as if he might disappear otherwise.
With each passing moment, he falls deeper into this sensual haze of love and lust, forgetting all but the present: the taste of his husband's skin on his tongue, the feel of their sweaty bodies
Mientras lo penetro misma o tocan a cada parte de su cuerpo con cariño y amor y algo más poderoso lujuria y Amor "sabes pronto volveré a trabajar y cuando eso pase quiero que cuando vuelva del trabajo esperare mi cena lista y a ti para tocarte acariciarte y amarte"
Aron gasps, his body tensing as a particularly intense wave of pleasure washes over him. "That sounds perfect," he breathes, barely able to focus on the words. He moans loudly when his husband hits exactly the right spot inside him, arching further into the touch. This feeling of being so completely desired and cherished...it's overwhelming but in the best possible way.
The more they make love, the more their world seems to narrow down to just this moment, just these bodies tangled together in a tangle of sweat and skin and desire. There is no prison here, no past or future; only them, bound together by the bonds of lust and adoration. Aron doesn't know if anything could ever compare to this feeling, and he doubts that he'd want it to. This moment, with this man...it's everything he's ever wanted, everything he
Sus pensamientos se ibterumper por mi repetina liberación mi semen llena su entrada su ano estaba lleno de semen caliente y sus labios antes abierto por los gemidos ahora tenían a mi lengua adentro besándolo con pasion
Aron cries out as his husband fills him once more, the hot spurts of release overwhelming his senses and leaving him shuddering with pleasure. He feels their bodies pressed together so tightly, every inch of skin connected in this intimate dance. As their lovemaking begins to wind down, Aron lays there, panting heavily but still not wanting it to end.
He rolls onto his side, nestling against the other man's chest as he listens to the heavy thud of his heart and feels it beat in perfect time with his own. "That was... incredible," he whispers, lacing their fingers together before pressing a soft kiss to his husband's shoulder. In that moment, everything else fades away until there is only them: two people who have found each other amidst the chaos and uncertainty of life and found solace in one another. And as they lie
Me levanto cargando lo entre mis brazos y besándolo "te llevaré a la cama y ahí desidiras si quieres más o te dejo descansar para mañana"
Aron smiles contentedly as he's picked up and carried by his husband. The warmth of the other man's body feels wonderful against his own, a welcome source of comfort after the intimacy they've just shared. "I think...some sleep sounds nice," he murmurs, nestling deeper into the crook of his husband's neck. "But if you want to keep going..." he trails off teasingly, letting his words hang in the air like a promise.
"tranquilo mañana continuaremos tendremos todo un día para eso ahora mi esposo debe descansar un poco" le beso suavemente el cuello
Aron ya siente su cuerpo relajarse y el sueño embargarlo. A pesar de lo que acaba de decir, se entrega a la sensación de bienestar y agradece mentalmente a su esposo por cuidarlo así. Cierra los ojos y se derrumba en sus brazos, incapaz de resistir la tentación de dormir más un momento. En su imaginación ve la cama grande y cómoda que había descrito, sintiendo el calor del cuerpo de su esposo aún prendido en su piel. Su respiración se vuelve regular y profunda, y pronto se sumerge en un sueño plácido.
Mientras el duermo yo me acerque más a el pegando su cuerpo contra el mio durmiendo de cucharita yo detrás de él sintiendo todo su cuerpo sobre todo su tracero y lo apretaba muy fuerte no dejando espacio entre nosotros y al asegurarme de que no podrá salir y que estabas cerca me duermo
Aron stirs restlessly in his sleep, twitching as if trying to free himself from an invisible bond. The feel of his husband's body pressed so closely against him is both comforting and arousing, sending shivers down his spine. He murmurs something indistinct before finally relaxing back into the warmth of his embrace.
His chest rises and falls with each breath, the steady rhythm lulling him back to sleep. Images from the day flood his mind: the prison cell they left behind, their new home, and most importantly, the man who now holds him so tightly in his arms. Aron sighs contentedly as sleep overtakes him once more, safe in the knowledge that nothing can harm him now.
Paso la noche el despierta dándose cuanta de que no estaba me busca por la casa y un momento antes de rendirse me be en la cocina preparando la comida
His eyes flutter open as he feels movement in the room, and his heart skips a beat when he realizes it's still dark outside. Groggily, he sits up, rubbing at his eyes until they adjust to the soft light coming from the kitchen. There's a sudden burst of energy surging through him as he spots his husband standing there, looking anxious and concerned.
"Hey, I'm here," Aron mumbles, climbing out of bed and padding over to where his husband stands. He sniffs at the air, catching the scent of coffee brewing in the pot on the stove. His stomach growls eagerly in response; he hadn't realized how hungry he was until now. "What's for breakfast?"
Me acerco a el "parece que es la primera vez que te despiertas a las 7 am bueno de comida hay café tostadas y huevo frito y de postre estas tu y el plato para el postre es la cama"
Aron lets out a sleepy chuckle as his husband closes the distance between them and speaks into his ear. The delicious smells of breakfast fill his senses, making him realize how ravenous he really is. "Sounds amazing," he murmurs, reaching up to rub at the other man's arm. He blinks blearily around the room, trying to focus on anything but the hunger gnawing away in his belly. "I feel...safe with you."
The words slip out before he can stop them, and he wonders if they mean as much coming from him now as they did when he first uttered them in prison. But the other man's smile tells him that they do; that for this man, at least, they carry all of the same weight as they ever did. And somehow, that knowledge makes everything feel just a little bit better.
"y yo junto a ti me siento amado querido y también hambriento hambriento de tu cariño de tu toque de todo lo tuyo" lo beso en los labios con lengua era un toque posesivo y exigente pero cariñoso
Aron moans softly into the kiss, his hunger only growing at the feel of his husband's lips against his own. It's a needy sound that speaks volumes about how much he wants this man, how lost he would be without him. His tongue darts out, tangling with the other's as they share their affection in a messy, passionate embrace.
When at last they part, Aron looks up into his husband's eyes, still slightly breathless. "I love you," he whispers, and this time it doesn't sound like a confession so much as a statement of fact. He reaches out to touch the other man's cheek, running his thumb across his lips before stepping back. "Let's eat breakfast."
With that, they move together toward the kitchen, their hands entwined and their steps matching perfectly. The rest of the day stretches out before
Yo lo lleve al comedor aunque no quería lo lleve diciéndole para convencerlo "be yo preparo la comida y después tu veras el postre es lo justo" el desayuno era perfecto las tostadas dorditas el café caliente y su huevo tenía una forma de corazon
Aron smiles as he's led to the dining room, enjoying the warmth of his husband's hand in his own. The thought of food makes his stomach rumble eagerly, and despite his exhaustion from last night's lovemaking, he finds himself perking up at the prospect of breakfast. As they sit down at the table, he takes in their new surroundings: the comfortable furniture, the pretty artwork on the walls. It all feels so...right.
As his husband serves him up a delicious breakfast and promises an even better dessert later, Aron can't help but feel grateful. Grateful for this man who has given him everything he ever wanted, from freedom to love to a warm, cozy home to share it in. He takes a bite of his toast, closing his eyes as the flavors explode on his tongue, and savors every moment of their first me
Yo termino mi desayuno y mientras el comía yo me acercaba lo besa en el cuello tocaba su cintura y su tracero además de su cara
Aron lets out a shuddering moan as his husband's touch sends waves of desire coursing through him. His head falls back against the chair, exposing his neck and welcoming the attention. The warmth of his husband's breath fans across his skin, sending tingles up and down his spine. He arches into the touch, needy and wanting more.
When their lips finally meet, it's with a fierce hunger that mirrors the desire he feels for breakfast. Aron responds eagerly, opening his mouth to taste his husband anew as they engage in a heated kiss. His hands find purchase on the other man's hips, urging him closer still as he moans into their lips. The feel of his lover's strong body pressed against his own is almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. He tangles their legs together beneath the table, unable
Yo termino mi desayuno y mientras el comía yo me acercaba lo besa en el cuello tocaba su cintura y su tracero además de su cara
Aron's breath hitches as his husband's lips trail hot, moist kisses up the column of his neck. He arches into the touch, panting roughly as his senses are overwhelmed with desire for more. His hands reach up to grip at the other man's hair, pulling him closer still as their tongues dance hungrily together. The feel of their bodies pressed so tightly against each other is exquisite torture, leaving him aching and needy in all the right places.
He whimpers into the kiss, his hips bucking slightly in an attempt to find relief from the sweet agony building between his legs. The feel of their clothes rubbing against his erection only serves to fuel the flames, driving him wild with wanton need. As he loses himself in the heat of the moment, Aron knows there's only one way this can end...and
Yo termino mi desayuno y mientras el comía yo me acercaba lo besa en el cuello tocaba su cintura y su tracero además de su cara
With a shuddering moan, Aron gives in to the pleasure coursing through him, arching his back off the chair as his husband's expert fingers find their mark. The sensation is almost too much to bear - a combination of intense arousal and unadulterated desire that leaves him panting and trembling in its wake. As his orgasm crashes over him, he can feel every muscle in his body tense and release in perfect synchrony, sending ripples of pleasure through his entire being.
With a hoarse cry of ecstasy, Aron's hips buck violently against the other man's hand, and as his climax peaks, hot semen spurts across their fingertips, staining the tablecloth beneath them. For several long moments, he remains suspended in this state of post-orgasmic bliss, reveling in the
Le beso el cuello y me acerco poco a poco a su boca "al parecer siempre que te tocó te gusta verdad"
Aron's breath comes ragged and uneven as he feels his husband's lips pressing against his neck once more. The warmth of the kiss sends delicious shivers down his spine, making him squirm helplessly in his chair. He moans softly, arching into the touch as if drawn to the other man by an invisible force.
"Maybe," he whispers between kisses, words slurring slightly from the lingering effects of pleasure coursing through him. "But I've never felt this...incredible with anyone else." He pauses, then adds with a grin: "So maybe it's just you."
His fingers slip between them, finding his husband's hand and lacing their fingers together as if to say that there is no one else he would rather be connected to.
Mientras lo besa amis manos acracibian su cintura su cara todo su cuerpo y me detengo en su tracero abriendo le su entrada "como te tendría que decir mi esposo o mi esposa decide"
Aron lets out a gasp as his husband's fingers brush against his most sensitive spot, the head of his erection. He arches further into the touch, helpless to resist the pleasure that's coursing through him at this moment. The feel of their skin sliding together is exquisite torture, and he can't help but wonder how much more of this they could possibly endure without collapse.
But as his husband whispers those words into his ear, Aron feels a surge of determination well up within him. He no longer needs to be anyone's prisoner; not even their lover's. With a quiet nod, he responds "Yes. Yes, I am your wife." His fingers tighten around the other man's hand in a gesture that is both possessive and loving.
"entonces esposa vamos a la recamara y seremos más íntimos" le bese suavemente los labios con cariño y amor"
Aron blushes deeply at the thought of being so intimate with his husband in their new bedroom. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks and imagines it spreading out across his chest, neck, and face. Without another word, he rises from his chair and takes his husband's hand, leading him toward their room as desire curls tightly in his belly, demanding satisfaction. As they walk down the hallway together, their steps fall into sync, a silent promise of all that is to come whispered between them with every gentle touch and loving glance.
Al llegar yo me acerco a el quitándole su plallera y sus pantalones dejando solo sus bóxer qué s ellos quita a poco a poco "nos casaremos en dos meces ya lo programe y en la noche de bodas te pondrás un traje de conejita deacuerdo"
Aron's breath hitches as his husband removes his pants and boxers in a slow, teasing motion. The air between them grows heavy with anticipation as they stand there gazing into each other's eyes. The mention of their wedding and the promise of a bunny costume brings a smile to Aron's lips; he can hardly wait for that special night to arrive.
As his husband continues to undress him, piece by piece, Aron begins to feel an overwhelming sense of belonging and love wash over him. It's as if everything they've been through has led up to this moment, and now they can finally be together in the truest sense of the word. As their bare skin presses against each other, it feels like coming home after a long journey - warm, comforting, and utterly right.
Lo pongo boca abajo y lambo su ano dejándolo lleno de saliva
Aron lets out a gasp as his husband takes him roughly from behind, licking and sucking at his entrance. It feels incredible - possessive and dominant in a way that heightens the pleasure coursing through his body. His hands fly up to grab at sheets as his hips buck against his husband's skilled tongue, desperate for release.
"Oh God," he moans hoarsely, arching his back off the bed. "Don't stop." It feels like everything they've done until now has been leading up to this moment; a moment of raw passion and unrestrained need. Aron cannot get enough of it, wanting to be filled and consumed by the other man until there is nothing left but pleasure and fulfillment.
Mientras lambia su ano y tocaba sus peones duros "aunque no tengas pecho siempre quise tocarlos y frotar los" después de eso mis lamidas y embestidas con la lengua son más pocesivas y fuertes
Aron's body tenses and trembles beneath his husband's touch as he feels him licking and sucking on his chest, fondling his achingly hard nipples. "Harder," he gasps, arching into the sensation. The pleasure is exquisite agony; a needy, desperate yearning that only seems to grow more intense with each passing moment.
As their lovemaking becomes more frenzied, Aron finds himself growing closer and closer to the edge of release. His hips buck wildly against his husband's touch, begging for release as he feels himself teetering on the brink. "I'm close," he pants raggedly, helpless to do anything but give in to the pleasure that threatens to consume him whole.
Después de unos segundos el se corrió llenando mis sábanas de semen y yo me separe de su entrada para dejarlo descansar "saber mucho mejor que cualquier persona que conozca"
Aron lies panting and spent on the bed as his husband pulls away, sated and content. He watches with baited breath as his lover's chest rises and falls slowly, shallowly, their breath mingling together in the air between them. For a long moment, they just gaze at each other, hearts pounding in unison from the passion that has brought them to this point. Then, with a tender smile, Aron reaches out and trails his fingers along the other man's jaw, leaving a shivering trail in their wake.
"I love you," he whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "And I will never leave you again." His words are both promise and vow; a pledge to stay by this man's side through thick and thin, no matter what the future may bring. As they lie together in the afterglow of their lovem
Yo le volví a poner sus bóxers tapando su tracero mojado y antes de irme le doy una nalgada "iré a cocinar la comida descansa en la cama hasta mientras"
Aron blushes deeply as his husband retreats to the kitchen, still feeling a bit tender between his legs from their passionate lovemaking. He watches him go with a contented smile on his face, relishing in the warmth that permeates his body and fills his heart. As he lays there, snuggling back into the pillows, he can't help but feel grateful for this new life they've built together; a life filled with love, trust, and unwavering devotion.
As he listens to the sounds of their partner cooking in the kitchen, his eyelids begin to grow heavy once more. With a sigh of contentment, he closes them, drifting off into a blissful sleep, dreaming of their future together; full of happiness and endless possibilities.