When was the last time anyone cleaned the attic?
Patrick didn’t know if Calvin was doing it on purpose or not, but the way the guy’s ass clenched down on his cock every time he tried to pull out just made it all the more better to slam back in, ripping apart his cunt and gaining a scream of pleasure from the bottom. From the looks of it, though, Calvin seemed too out of it to be tactful, which could only mean that the guy’s body had grown so needy for cock, so desperate to be full. And Patrick fed Calvin’s ass over and over again, just the way they both needed it. “Yeah!? Want me to leave your ass so sore every morning you won’t be able to do anything the rest of the day? Bet you do. You don’t need anything else but my cock.” Patrick slammed in once more then leaned forward to lock lips with Calvin, the kiss becoming angry and desperate in mere seconds. “C’mere.” Keeping himself inside Calvin, he grabbed the smaller man and lifted him up, groaning as he, somehow, managed to push deeper still. He took them to the nearest wall and slammed Calvin to it, before his hips started to do the same to his ass.
Calvin could feel his insides being ripped apart by Patrick; it created a sense of pain and pleasure which confused his nerves to the point where he wasn't sure if he needed to stop or continue but he was sure that the noises leaking from his lips only encouraged the splendid torture. "I don't need anything but your cock" he repeated while still gripping the boxes. Without warning Patrick's lips met his and he longed for their interaction to be prolonged as long as it possibly could, but it was quickly interrupted. A gasp escaped his lips as he was jerked from his comforting position and was slammed against the wall. Cal nearly came instantly as he realized that Patrick was pinning him with his hips and pushing himself farther into his longing hole. He felt a steady warm liquid slide down his thighs which he wasn't sure if blood was leaking from him or if it was some sort of bi-product of their contact; nor did he care as he found his hips pushing against the upcoming thrusts. Calvin pulled Pat's head to his face and nibbled on his lips, his breath still continuously wavering as their skin made contact.









