He probably does look like an absolute slut. Pink lips swollen and shiny with saliva and the other male’s precum, spit running down his chin and onto his neck, eyelashes wet with his own tears, and a blissful, lust-filled look in brown eyes as he stares hungrily at his friend’s dick, swallowing before chuckling. “Aye, bro, I told you ‘bout callin’ me a slut now.” Saint warns, a little breathless, as he stares up at his best friend. The truth? Saint loved that shit. He loves when Malachi dominates him, talks dirty to him, it made his dick rock hard in his own pants. It made his hole throb with need with each filthy word that came from Malachi’s mouth. “Fuck,” Saint moans, just the sight of that shiny length alone is driving him wild, and he can’t wait to have it buried deep inside of him, reaching places no one else is capable of, and filling Saint up like no one else can. As Saint’s forced back onto the other’s dick, he moans around the length — eagerly closing his lips around it and letting the taller man lead the way. His eyes roll into the back of his head as he closes them, squeezing them shut, and focusing hard on relaxing his gag reflex as he feels that dick back into his throat once more. His mouth waters profusely, looking absolutely obscene as his spills from the corners of his mouth and drips down into the other boy’s pubes, running down his balls, as much of that dick as can fit is lodged into Saint’s throat. As more tears spring to his eyes, he opens them and turns them upwards towards Malachi, moaning like the slut he is for his best friend, hands gripping tightly onto the other’s muscular thighs as tears spill down his cheeks. Even as he’s trying not to choke, he’s working his tongue on the underside of the other’s length, massaging it the best that he can as one of his hands moves forward to gently massage the other male’s balls that hang heavy between his thighs. Saint starts to bob his head now quickly, slurping all the excess saliva he works up when he gets to the head, and then descending his mouth down that towering length once more. He gets into it now, sucking Malachi’s dick like it is his only life force, desperate to please his best friend. Saint reaches down now, taking out his own hard dick from his sweatpants and stroking himself as he works on giving an impeccable blowjob.
It was a sight that the eldest Howell-Glenn child was sure he would never forget, nor get tired of seeing. Saint on his knees, pink lips slick with the saliva that spilled down his chin and dripped down his neck, eyes wet with tears. It was a sight that not only made his length throb with need, but it made a knot form in the pit of his stomach. The sexually charged, turned on part of his brain could only think about how much he wanted to wreck his ass, but another part of his brain, a much clearer part, could only think about how gorgeous he looked in that moment. Malachi was almost too busy wrapped up in the sight of his best friend on his knees to even process his words, but he quickly pulled himself out of his own thoughts in order to fire off a quick rebuttal - as always. “M’only callin’ you what you actin’ like, bruh. Should I call you a bitch instead?” He licked his lips when Saint moaned out a curse, already knowing what he wanted - and he wasn’t going to hesitate to give it to him. That was why he didn’t shy away from pushing down on the back of his head, forcing him to take his dick back into his mouth without warning. His lips parted, a faint expression of pleasure on his face as he continued to guide Saint’s head up and down on his length, his warm, wet mouth around his dick causing shivers of pleasure to shoot up Malachi’s spine every few seconds, his toes clenching and relaxing. Not only did it feel amazing, but the fact that his best friend was obviously enjoying himself that made it even better. The fact that Saint wanted Malachi just as much as he wanted him turned Malachi on to no end. He grunted when he felt his balls become wet from the other’s slobber, shifting in his spot on the couch before widening his legs resting both of his hands on the back of Saint’s head to steady himself. When he started bobbing his head faster, loud slurping noises filling the room, Malachi groaned and started bucking his hips up, driving his dick in and out of his best friend’s throat. “Aye,” he breathed out when he noticed Saint stroking himself, nudging at his hand with his foot. “You know we don’t do that.”
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