“Fuuuck… ” James moaned as he undulated slowly.
Michael kept his hands over his head, as ordered, but James felt so good in him, he couldn’t stop the moans. It had been far too long since anyone had done him and he’d nearly forgot how much he loved it.
“Move, you shite… Holy Mother… move… please…” Michael begged.
James complied eagerly, his perfect, square hands kneading Michaels arse cheeks as he pushed in as deep as he could go. Michael moaned happily when he realised just how far in that was.
“Get on with you… I want to feel more…”
“Greedy pig,” James growled. “I’ll give you plenty.”
Michael chuckled. James had plenty to give and he wanted all of it. Every which way he could get it. He grunted as James began to really put his back into it. Every push sent a thrill through him, every pull a little burn. The hands on his cheeks grew hot and slick, the sweat from their combined exertions slicking their skin. He had to move, he couldn’t help himself, grabbing the edge of the bed to help shove himself back onto James’ delicious cock.
“Didn’t tell you… you could… shit…” James panted, giving him a sharp slap.
“Again… shit… again…” Michael whined grinding his hips against the sheets, the pressure of their bodies and the smooth cotton rubbing perfectly on his cock.
James laughed and gave him another sharp slap, the pleasure of it dancing up his spine.
“Christ, your arse… I’d live in it…”
“Jamesss….” Michael whined.
Michael began to tremble as the pleasure overwhelmed him. It was all perfect; the feel of James deep in his arse, the slick, possessive grip of his hands, the sounds of his swearing and panting as he continued to plough mercilessly into Michael’s arse.
“I’m… “
“Go you gorgeous bastard… Go…”
Michael took his orders and came.
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Yeah I need to work on the office boys some more…
Oh. Sweet baby Jesus on a Triscuit. That’s hot…
(Source: shirtlessboys)
