He wasn't sure if it was the cider or the shaky camera work, but Andrew was starting to feel a little nauseous.
"Do people really like this kind of stuff?" Andrew asked, wrinkling his nose as the cider fizz did its thing to his sinus passages.
Warren looked at Andrew's glass of cider quizzically, obviously misunderstanding. When he saw that Andrew was gesturing towards the TV, he snorted, "Um, hello? Yeah! What's not to like? Two beautiful ladies ... one beating the holy hell out of the other? Whips and chains? BDSM. Yeah, people are into it. It's hot."
Andrew wasn't so sure. He squinted at the screen and sipped his cider. He mostly doubted the motivations of the black-haired lady who was on the hurty end of the whip. She didn't look like she was in that much pain, so, the whole deal kind of looked fake. Even when the other, bigger woman really laid on the whupping ... the girl who was kneeling just didn't look like she was really feeling it
( ... )
He's showing me how he likes it!, Andrew thought wildly. Then, Must pay attention. Good lord, he likes it harder ...and faster.The pressure was building up, Andrew could tell -- it was for him, too. He was rubbing himself raw against his own shorts and nearly came when Warren casually flipped open the top button of Andrew's pants. He moaned as soon as Warren let up on his neck a bit and tried to hold back. Please God. Don't come. Hold back. Concentrate on Warren
( ... )
Warren moaned, jerked forward and undid Andrew's pants to reach inside and stroke him firmly through the opening in his underwear. Complicated positioning. He had to lift his hips a bit so they'd both have room to jerk each other off.
He briefly considered crawling up the couch to force his cock into Andrew's mouth, but he wouldn't be able to pay him back anymore. What little he was hearing from the logical part of his brain, at the moment, was telling him he'd promised a reward, so he couldn't stop rubbing Andrew's cock. Anyway moving would take effort. Too close to move now.
His hand fumbled. He moved his own hand away, and Andrew's, and just pressed their cocks together to hump against him. He collapsed on top of Andrew and grunted into his neck. Much better. Carnal, sensual, careless. No worrying about trying not to look sloppy, or sound impolite. Did Andrew care about polite? Fuck no. Hurting, coming, getting off. All that matters.
The forty seconds or so that Andrew's dick was being held by Warren's fingers were the best seconds of his life. He was sure of that. He wanted to abandon himself completely to getting jerked off by his dream boyfriend, but there were matters to attend to. Warren's cock, for instance. It was too difficult, from this position, to get a good angle and grip on Warren's penis -- so he was relieved when Warren brushed his hand away. Even if it meant that Warren's hand went away. It was just too hot to stop, but too hard to keep doing in the same way
( ... )
Warren ground himself into Andrew, bit Andrew's neck, gripped his arms tight enough to bruise, grunted and breathed into his hair. He moaned when Andrew jerked and gasped. In pain maybe. He'd bitten too hard. Andrew liked it that way. Fuck yeah.
"You want me." Warren grinned breathlessly when Andrew nodded. "You love me."
He lost his rhythm, stilled, and pressed down, hard, and came on the soft vulnerable part between Andrew's cock and bellybutton. He paused, breathed, considered.
Panting, he realized he'd put himself into an awkward position by coming first. Weak. Not in control of himself. Only one thing to do: make Andrew come as soon after him as possible.
Oh God, No!, Andrew thought in a panic. It was over! Warren had stopped and a ridiculous amount of stickiness was spilled on Andrew's belly between them. It had been some kind of a race to the finish, so as the other didn't get left out. However, when Warren bit Andrew's neck with his sharp, evil teeth -- that just sent Andrew spinning over the edge. He'd been holding his breath with his eyes squeezed shut, praying to God that Warren would come before he did. But now, he gone and done it, and Warren was probably going to be super pissed now. A wave of sorrow washed over him when he realized that maybe he was just a bad lover: Andrew'd come first, and Warren had noticed, and was now laying in Andrew's sticky, over-eager mess
( ... )
Damn, his one weakness. Andrew wasn't good for much, but flattery... It made Warren all glowy inside. It made him want to growl, or fuck, or hit things really hard in pride and ecstasy.
Warren raised himself up one-handed to look down at Andrew's body. Andrew was blushing and cringing and starting to visibly panic. His still-mostly-hard cock twitched, dripping oozily. Huh. That was quicker than he'd expected. Oh well, less work that way.
So, let him suffer a bit longer? The quick breaths and red cheeks were so appealing somehow. But no. Sissy Boy was on the verge of tears, and that could just not end well no matter what
( ... )
Andrew lay still, enjoying the weight of Warren on him. It was kind of hard to breathe, and his asthma was starting to kick in, but, really ... who'd complain? Warren was sighing happily and falling asleep on Andrew's chest. Tentatively, he brought his hand up to the back of Warren's head. He felt awkward to be so intimate, like this, but at the same time, so relieved. They'd made each other come. That was like... romantic, right? Closing his eyes tightly, he slowly combed his fingers through Warren's hair and imagined Warren's dreams. Again, what would it be like to be in that brain of his
( ... )
"Do people really like this kind of stuff?" Andrew asked, wrinkling his nose as the cider fizz did its thing to his sinus passages.
Warren looked at Andrew's glass of cider quizzically, obviously misunderstanding. When he saw that Andrew was gesturing towards the TV, he snorted, "Um, hello? Yeah! What's not to like? Two beautiful ladies ... one beating the holy hell out of the other? Whips and chains? BDSM. Yeah, people are into it. It's hot."
Andrew wasn't so sure. He squinted at the screen and sipped his cider. He mostly doubted the motivations of the black-haired lady who was on the hurty end of the whip. She didn't look like she was in that much pain, so, the whole deal kind of looked fake. Even when the other, bigger woman really laid on the whupping ... the girl who was kneeling just didn't look like she was really feeling it ( ... )
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He briefly considered crawling up the couch to force his cock into Andrew's mouth, but he wouldn't be able to pay him back anymore. What little he was hearing from the logical part of his brain, at the moment, was telling him he'd promised a reward, so he couldn't stop rubbing Andrew's cock. Anyway moving would take effort. Too close to move now.
His hand fumbled. He moved his own hand away, and Andrew's, and just pressed their cocks together to hump against him. He collapsed on top of Andrew and grunted into his neck. Much better. Carnal, sensual, careless. No worrying about trying not to look sloppy, or sound impolite. Did Andrew care about polite? Fuck no. Hurting, coming, getting off. All that matters.
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"You want me." Warren grinned breathlessly when Andrew nodded. "You love me."
He lost his rhythm, stilled, and pressed down, hard, and came on the soft vulnerable part between Andrew's cock and bellybutton. He paused, breathed, considered.
Panting, he realized he'd put himself into an awkward position by coming first. Weak. Not in control of himself. Only one thing to do: make Andrew come as soon after him as possible.
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Warren raised himself up one-handed to look down at Andrew's body. Andrew was blushing and cringing and starting to visibly panic. His still-mostly-hard cock twitched, dripping oozily. Huh. That was quicker than he'd expected. Oh well, less work that way.
So, let him suffer a bit longer? The quick breaths and red cheeks were so appealing somehow. But no. Sissy Boy was on the verge of tears, and that could just not end well no matter what ( ... )
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