romandubois:
there’s a layer of sweat forming on his body, giving his muscular frame just a slight glow. perhaps that was one of the downsides of going at it in the south carolina heat. roman loved it anyway. the smaller male was being so vulnerable with him, taking such a risk. the way the two of them were so willing to journey down that path together — figuratively and literally. they both were so exposed… and while they hadn’t intended on any onlookers, neither of them could stop it. that just added to the thrill for roman. all he cared about was august. his name kept repeating in his head, his eyes couldn’t tear away from his delicate frame. if there was a perfect person in the world, roman would have known handedly that is was him. that was why he was so eager to pleasure him, to make him cum until he felt completely spent.
just seeing how visibly affected auggie is makes his heart race — all the blood in his body going straight to his cock. he lets their tongue mesh together, moaning right back against his lips. fingers keep working against the sensitive flesh, rubbing intently now. “i love it, auggie,” he whispers. “i’m gonna make you cum again and again. don’t want you to ever forget this, baby boy,” roman promises. just feeling him practically drip his essence onto his fingers makes him feel so good about himself, just knowing he’s still able to keep his lover aroused and stimulated… and this was only the beginning.
when his member is surrounded by august’s tight heat, roman nearly loses it. a moan leaves his lips as hips slowly start to rock into the smaller male. he doesn’t want to hurt him, so the raven-haired male thinks it best to take it slow and steady at first. having those arms wrapped around him pushes him more. he takes a deep breath as his hips gain momentum, egged on by his lover’s words. “we’re both lucky, baby boy,” roman pants out. his thrusts are faster, harder, more intent. he’s going to make sure august walks away from this satisfied. if he’s not moaning his name by the time they’re done, roman thinks he’ll have failed at his task. all his energies are focused on him, making him feel good — he knows he’ll get own fill in the process. “look who’s talkin’, auggie. you look so good takin’ my cock right here, for anyone to see,” roman whispers, pressing a heated kiss to his lips. “mhm, that’s right, auggie. you’re mine, and i don’t want ya to forget it.” cue his fingers massaging quick and rough against the smaller male’s enlarged clit while hips pound away at him like there’s no tomorrow.
August’s eyes fall shut for a moment to focus solely on how all of this feels—not only physically, but mentally, too. His body feels like it’s been lit ablaze with desire, yearning, and stimulation, all of which caused by one of the most beautiful men he’s ever beheld. His heart and soul are also longing for more of him. The two of them haven’t taken a lot of time to get to know one another, but if their sex is any testament to how well they’ll get along after this, then he knows he’s found a guy that’ll be an important figure in his life. That’s one-hundred percent certain. Slowly, Auggie reopens his eyes to gaze at his beloved; fawning over the glow of his lover’s physique, the great power trapped within that gorgeous musculature, and the handsome expressions on his face. It starts to feel a little like love, which is terrifying to him, but he can’t help but crave even more of it at the same time. He knows he’s quick to fall, but this happening too quickly... or is it?
It’s easy to feel infatuated when a modern-day God is on-top of you, especially when his cock is deep inside of you and his massive fingers are toying at the most sensitive area of your body. In August’s opinion, there’s nothing better than this right now. He finally feels like he knows what good sex is supposed to be like, and now, he thinks that nothing will ever compare; that no one will ever take Roman’s place as his best sex ever. For example, Auggie can’t stop moaning—it’s like he’s lost all control over his groans of sheer euphoric pleasure. He hopes and prays that the taller of them doesn’t mind his volume. “I’ll... never forget this or... f—forget you... ever... ever...” He speaks it like a promise in between his panting, his voice slightly hoarse from his moans.
Laying his head back for a moment, he smiles in the most dopey fashion possible; feeling high from the rush of adrenaline; rush of hormones. His back arches, his toes clench, and his thighs remain wide open—his frame positioning itself in a manner that’s the easiest for Roman to go wild on him. “You feel... so good...” August purrs, the pace slowly beginning to increase—the lewd symphony of their lovemaking echoing throughout their surroundings. “Fuck!” He hollers, adoring how fast and how hard Roman’s taking it right now. Fingers still remained clutching onto his top’s backside; squeezing at it, slapping it, and adoring it all while he’s being pounded. He wants nothing more than to be the perfect bottom for him, so he devotes himself to pleasing Roman and only Roman.
It’s then when they kiss, and in the same moment, he moves his hands upward so his arms can return to the other’s shoulders. “Yours... only yours...” He reiterates softly into his lover’s mouth, pouring his heart out through his soft lips and acrobatic tongue; the sensation of Roman’s cock wrapped tight within his pussy enough for this to feel as though he’s been blessed by the gods somehow. He has no idea what he’s done to deserve this, but damn. He’s so fucking thankful.









