“i was considering having you top… think you could do that for me, pretty boy?” he’d whispered in your ear after a messy makeout on the bed.
“t-top? you mean like…?”
a chuckle. “i’ll ride you, beautiful.”
you couldn’t say no to him, anyway.
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you gripped his ass like a lifeline as he rocked on your lap with impossibly expert motions.
“oh, fuck— just like that, yeahhh…” you whined, guiding him with your hands. “where’d you learn to—nghh—ride dick like this, holy shit…”
his palms, sheen with sweat, supported himself on your heaving chest as he bounced up and down on your cock. you couldn’t even throw your head back; the sight of his (unnecessarily full) breasts moving with every thrust was too alluring to let go of.
you wouldn’t mind this becoming a habit.
“god, you’re so good—“ you could feel his precum dripping onto your abdomen, and the slight falter of his hips didn’t go past you. “let me cum, leon, please.”
“you wanna come inside me, baby?” he ground down onto your lap, harder now, taking both your breaths away. “gonna fill me up nice an’ good, yeah?”
“mmhmm, yeah, fuck, fuck me—!” he was so tight, how could he be so fucking tight? like he was squeezing you for all you were worth and more?
“m’working on it,” he groaned, fingers digging into your chest. even in a position like this, he didn’t lose his one-liners, it seems.
even if he was riding you like it was the last day of his goddamn life.