built a mansion in a day (2/2), swimming, michael phelps/chad le clos
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Phelps nips the inside of his thigh first, hard enough to bruise but it feels good, somehow, like all of his senses have focused just there and are flooding his brain with a pleasure so deep he has to gasp to breathe. Phelps' tongue touches the head of his cock, lapping up the leaking precome almost gently, and his hand is sliding up Chad's thigh softly until it reaches his balls. Everything is slow, dreamlike, and Chad is trembling with the tension of not coming, not yet. Suddenly his cock is in Phelps' mouth, encircled by complete suction, head bumping against the back of his throat as Chad's hips jerk uncontrollably.
"Fuck," Chad groans, and looks down for the first time, sees Phelps' spit-slicked mouth stretched around his dick, his, and he's coming instantly, coming as the other man swallows around him. It's almost too much, too much stimulation, and he's still shaking as his cock slips from Phelps' mouth.
"Take your shirt off," Phelps whispers into his ear, voice hoarse and sticky lips pressing against the nape of Chad's neck. Chad is quick to obey, tossing his shirt onto the floor but keeping his medal on. He leans forward, greedy for another kiss; it's less sloppy this time, and he can taste himself in Phelps' mouth. Phelps pushes his sweats down around his knees and grips his cock, already hard.
"You're going to fuck me later, right?" asks Chad, leaning back as Phelps runs his other hand down his chest. There's a hint of a smile playing around Phelps' mouth, the first yet, as he nods minutely.
"Too pretty not too, kid," he breathes, speeding up his strokes. The slap of skin on skin is the most beautiful thing Chad's ever heard.
"I want you to fuck me for hours," he whispers, tentatively reaching up and brushing his thumb over the head of Phelps' dick.
Phelps comes with a stifled moan, hot stripes of come marking Chad's chest, splattering onto his medal and running down his abs.
And it's over, just like that; Phelps is pulling his sweats back up and pressing a kiss to the corner of Chad's mouth. But he turns back before he leaves, smiles again.
"I will, you know."
"Will what?" Chad asks, eyes widening as Phelps licks come off of his fingers.
"I'm gonna fuck you for hours."
Chad watches the door swing shut behind him and, well. Some dreams really do come true.
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Phelps nips the inside of his thigh first, hard enough to bruise but it feels good, somehow, like all of his senses have focused just there and are flooding his brain with a pleasure so deep he has to gasp to breathe. Phelps' tongue touches the head of his cock, lapping up the leaking precome almost gently, and his hand is sliding up Chad's thigh softly until it reaches his balls. Everything is slow, dreamlike, and Chad is trembling with the tension of not coming, not yet. Suddenly his cock is in Phelps' mouth, encircled by complete suction, head bumping against the back of his throat as Chad's hips jerk uncontrollably.
"Fuck," Chad groans, and looks down for the first time, sees Phelps' spit-slicked mouth stretched around his dick, his, and he's coming instantly, coming as the other man swallows around him. It's almost too much, too much stimulation, and he's still shaking as his cock slips from Phelps' mouth.
"Take your shirt off," Phelps whispers into his ear, voice hoarse and sticky lips pressing against the nape of Chad's neck. Chad is quick to obey, tossing his shirt onto the floor but keeping his medal on. He leans forward, greedy for another kiss; it's less sloppy this time, and he can taste himself in Phelps' mouth. Phelps pushes his sweats down around his knees and grips his cock, already hard.
"You're going to fuck me later, right?" asks Chad, leaning back as Phelps runs his other hand down his chest. There's a hint of a smile playing around Phelps' mouth, the first yet, as he nods minutely.
"Too pretty not too, kid," he breathes, speeding up his strokes. The slap of skin on skin is the most beautiful thing Chad's ever heard.
"I want you to fuck me for hours," he whispers, tentatively reaching up and brushing his thumb over the head of Phelps' dick.
Phelps comes with a stifled moan, hot stripes of come marking Chad's chest, splattering onto his medal and running down his abs.
And it's over, just like that; Phelps is pulling his sweats back up and pressing a kiss to the corner of Chad's mouth. But he turns back before he leaves, smiles again.
"I will, you know."
"Will what?" Chad asks, eyes widening as Phelps licks come off of his fingers.
"I'm gonna fuck you for hours."
Chad watches the door swing shut behind him and, well. Some dreams really do come true.
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Great!
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um, a sequel with the aforementioned "fucking for hours" would be... appreciated.
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