Without stopping, Omid changed his thrusts — from quick deep ones to slow, tender ones whenever he couldn’t get any further. Both of his hands were now on Henley’s glutes, spreading them apart and squeezing them from time to time. Soon, he would move those hands to his waist.
“Ah, fuck, baby!” he moaned with a scream, not so much because of the pleasure that filled his balls and abdomen but because of the unexpectancy of Henley’s actions. Omid was now deep inside him, not even needing to move his own waist as Henley was already doing all the job. However, Omid wasn’t the type who stayed quiet, so after slapping Henley one more time he took his left hand to his nape, holding his head and face buried in the sheets, while the right one grabbed several locks of hair.
Pulling from those at the same time as he pressed his neck and face against the bed, Omid started to thrust into him, deep and fast. His heavy balls swang and slapped against the boy’s taint, and so did his firm, muscular abdomen against his round buttocks. Omid groaned and moaned and gasped all at the same time, sweat starting to cover his armpits, his forehead, his chest. He stopped just for a few seconds, the time that took him to change his own position a bit — instead of resting his weight on his knees, he bent them and did so in his feet. His waist could move more free this time, so he resumed the pounding with no mercy, pleasure taking over his body.
henley’s blissed out expression takes on an edge of mischievous satisfaction as he hears omid react to the full sheathing of his cock inside the tight heat of his ass. henley’s pleased with himself to be able to play his part. there is no greater sin in henley’s mind than a lazy bottom simply expecting a top to deliver pleasure for the both of them. he’s all too happy to bounce his ass and buck his hips on the other’s cock until completion, but he cannot deny he is even more delighted by the dominance he drags out of omid. the spank is a clear warning, one that henley purrs for deep in his throat. once he’s aggressively held down, the true fucking begins, and henley’s moans cannot even be muffled by the mattress he is crushed against.
for a while henley’s hands rest as tightly balled fists near the mess of chocolate curls spilling over the bed around his head, fisting in the sheets as he absorbs the powerful thrusts from behind. when he feels omid pause to adjust his position though, he takes the chance to once more reach back and lay his palm on omid’s abdomen, not to push or pause but to simply feel up those hard muscles which are pumping and flexing to thrust into him like a rutting animal. henley may not be able to turn his head, but his desire for omid is unquenchable. when he begins to move again, propped up so that he can piston his hips like a battering ram, the man’s large cock crashes against henley’s prostate. his moans go up an octave or two as he begins to melt under the pleasure, small pretty cock swinging and drooling precum beneath him.
the way omid fucks seems tailor made to henley’s preferences. the powerful pounding, the rough pinning, the objectifying use of his ass like a toy to simply pump his cock into. yet the reason it is so perfect is the foreplay, the reminder that omid is using him not out of disinterest but overwhelming desire. henley’s voice can hardly be heard through the sheets but as his ass pops and twerks on omid’s cock to meet as many of his thrusts as he can match, henley calls out to him. “pound that ass! fuck it, baby, wanna see my hole all raw and red leaking your cum. m’close, omid, fuck!”
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