rA9
Markus can't get enough of the sight. Connor sprawled lazily on his stomach, hips propped up slightly by a plush pillow at just the right angle for Markus to sink his cock into his tight ass.
Pulling out a gush of cum immediately wells out. Markus cups the slight curve of Connor's ass. Massaging the muscle and watching as his menstruations cause more liquid to leak out.
He hears Connor muffle a tired groan into the sheets. No doubt feeling the mess Markus is making on his ass. However by the pleased shiver that goes through him, Markus knows Connor is thoroughly enjoying it.
Dragging a thumb through the cum trail, Markus gathers up some and presses it all back in with a wet squelch. Without withdrawing Markus starts slowly pumping his finger in Connor's used hole. It's bright pink, raw from all the abuse Markus has shown it. Connor whines at the sting. The mild discomfort only enhancing the pleasure. He tries rocking back, chasing more but can't from where he's pinned.
Markus takes back his hand, lining up his cock instead. He teases at Connor's entrance, the blunt head slipping just past his rim before popping back out.
Connor wriggles, his desperation growing. Markus just dips in again before Connor is clentching down hard on his sensitive head. Markus nearly bites his own tongue at the unexpected intensity.
He can't see Connor's face from this position but he's sure he's got a cheeky grin.
Markus growls. It that's what he wants then... Markus thrusts all the way in. Balls slapping against Connor's ass with a loud slap before setting an unrelenting pace. Connor arches underneath Markus, spine bowing in a perfect arch as his muscles spasm and lock.
Screams join the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin and cum. Markus leans down, bitting his groans into the back of Connor's neck.
Markus so so close. The swoop and clentch in his groin growing into a all encompassing numbness that clouds his vision. He can feel Connor's hole squeeze him so nicely. Milking the orgasm right out of him.
He comes with a final shout, hips stuttering while he shoots bursts of cum into Connor, filling him up to the brim. Markus can feel Connor's hole smasiming around him, shuttering from the overstimulation. Markus pulls at his shoulder. Still seated inside him but encouraging him to turn to Markus.
Connor flops his head to the side making small noises in between gasps. His eyes have fallen shut into an exhausted sleep.
Markus presses a kiss against his cheek, lowering Connor back down gently. He continues down, trailing kisses over the constellations of love marks and freckles across Connor's back.
Connor doesn't stir.
Drawing back Markus eases out again. Cum pushing out with him. Connor's asshole is a mess. Completely stuffed full, oozing excess all over the back of his thighs and getting into the sheets.
He looks gorgeous.
All spent and used. rA9 if they could conceive, Connor would be certainly well seeded.
Markus' cock gives a tired twitch. Already half hard again. What is Connor turning him into. Just nothing more than a fucking machine, designed to stuff his satiated lover full at all times.
...Markus is completely hard again.
Connor gives no sign of rousing soon. Now his breathing even and deep, indicative of sleep.
But... Markus slips in a finger. Playing with Connor's loosened hole. He adds another finger, finding Connor's prostate and pointedly stroking the sensitive patch.
Connor's breath hitches at this. But still nothing.
Smearing some of his own cum on his cock Markus lines up again, easily slipping back in all the way.
Connor is buttery soft and utterly pliant. Markus sinking all of his impressive length into Connor no resistance. He stiffles a groan, trying to keep quieter and let Connor rest some more.
Slowly he rocks back. The bed sways gently as he grinds down. He's fucked Connor plenty of times, much harder and intense than this but for some reason this feels just as good of not better than those times.
It's something about how pliant, vulnerable Connor is like this. How soft and easily he lets him in. How willing his body is to accept Markus.
He can feel his orgasm building again. It's almost embarrassing how easily he got worked up this time. He cums, grinding through his orgasm along Connor's inner walls. Vision whiting out as the exhauststion finally catches up with him too.
He plops down on Connor, kissing any skin he can reach as his eyeslids grow too heavy to keep open.
Connor rouses pressed up into the sheets. His entire body sore but with satisfied ache rather than painful. He grows aware of a heavy weight practically stuck to his back and a thick rod still inside his ass.
He tries stretching out his sore muscles and the shift causes Markus to slip out. Pushing Markus off of him Connor rolls quickly off the bed and into the bathroom, trying to avoid making a mess.
Markus doesn't even move. Connor would suspect that he was dead if not for the puffs of breath he had felt when Markus was still on top of him.
Connor silently makes his way to the bathroom and into the shower. But as he's fiddling with the dials he feels something weird. There was much more cum inside of him than he had remembered from last night.
Had Markus kept on fucking him after he had passed out?
Connor bit back an aroused groan at the thought. He'll file that away for later inspection. For now he had to clean up then go wake Markus for some well deserved post lovemaking pampering.