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est_jleto[Backdated to Winter 2015]
It's been almost 5 minutes and Jared is still shuddering. Henry grins, nibbling gently at his ear, the ridge of his own erection pressed into Jared's hip. His boy wiggles a bit, rubbing his softening prick into the sodden sheets and Henry's grin widens. Smug. How could he not be? He's just spanked his boy into coming. "You are so fucking gorgeous," Henry purrs, licking at just the right spot behind Jared's ear, ending with his teeth grazing over the shell.
"Mmmm..." Jared often wonders how Henry does it. Is it what he does or it because it's Henry? Any shade of Henry is likely to turn Jared into a sticky mess.
"Have to change the sheets later..." He murmurs, thinking how often, almost daily this happens.
"Mmmhmmm." The chuckle trips over the agreement. Henry rolls astride his boy's hips. "Could make you lick them clean while I fuck you..."
It's so dirty that Jared's cock twitches. "Yes sir." He sounds meek though the way he rolls his hips is anything but. They'd still need to change the sheets but ...
Henry had spoken it as an empty threat. But the way his boy says sir... fuck. Henry growls low in his throat, crabbing back down the bed. Hands on his boy's hips, he yanks him down the mattress. "Lift your ass, boy," his fingers prod, urge his hips to come up. "That's it."
Ass high, face in the damp remnants of his orgasm, it's disgusting but so fucking hot. Jared moans softly. "Yours..." He murmurs lest Henry missed the memo.
"Damn right," Henry swats one perfect cheek before spitting in his hand and slicking himself up.
That burn, the slide of cock into ass with not quite enough lube is delicious and Jared wants it. He wants Henry to use him... He whimpers softly.
Fuck, Jared is so incredibly vocal and Henry gets off on the sounds he drives from his boy. That plays a large part in how Henry prefers to fuck, face to face more often than not, so he can see and hear. Not like the muffled sounds he's driving from Jared right now. He'd turn him over, but the idea that Jared's face is shoved into the soiled bedding is overriding all of that.
Another thrust and Henry is fully seated in that sinful clench. "Damn," he exhales, hand fisting into Jared's hair, rough. "That's it boy," a little pressure rubs Jared's face into the sheets, "lick up your mess."
It's damp and reeks of sex but that doesn't stop Jared licking, almost sucking the wet slimy sheets. That coupled with Henry's dick inside of him, making him rock backwards and forwards, tongue busy, eyes fluttering open and shut.
"That's my dirty slut..." It's said with affection, glowing with pride. Henry feasts on the sight of his boy nuzzling at the dirty bedding. Jared's ass lifts for the next thrust and Henry swats his hip, once and again because it gets such a delicious flutter from Jared's hole. "Prick hungry whore."
Somewhere in his fuzzy mind, Jared is beginning to grasp where Henry was coming from, that maybe they are 24/7 and he isn't sure how they got here because he's never wanted to be 24/7 and yet here they are. And then Henry is slapping his ass and whispering delicious words to him and all thought disappears as he slurps at the sheets and clenches at Henry's dick.
It's a nasty fuck, but Henry keeps it slow, draws it out for his own enjoyment and for Jared too. He has a hand on his boy's prick, half hard, twitching damp against his palm; Henry knows if he keeps this going long enough he'll get his boy there with him and that is far more fun than just using his boy's hole. So he keeps up the filthy talk, the affectionate name calling, dirty, and slut, and yeah, like me dicking you don't you baby... It's interspersed with heavy handed smacks that leave pink imprints over Jared's upturned backside.
Sometimes dirty and nasty are so fucking good and Jared is powerless to stop his body responding, slowly, slowly his prick is hardening and he knows the orgasm will be intense, will hurt and he wants that, he embraces sexual pain, pain that makes him whimper and make little noises, noises he knows Henry enjoys which makes him whimper more.
"What's that boy?" Henry pulls Jared's head up by a handful of hair. He's rutting into him slow and deep, balls snugged up tight and jostling against Jared's heavily. "You want me to dick you hard?"
Another long shuddering groan.
"Want you to fuck me like I'm your dirty whore..." Jared shivers at the words. "Want your come..." All he can smell is his own jizz and the scent of hard fucking. It makes him dizzy with desire.
Henry bends forward, twisting Jared's head to pull him into a kiss, a messy slide of lips and hint of teeth. Fuck yes. "You are," he nips at that lush bottom lip,"my dirty whore."
The words, the hint of teeth and Jared is harder than he has any right to be having already come hard.
"Please..." He whispers.
Henry's hand closes around Jared's prick, grip firm as he strokes him. "Please?"
"Want to come ... Want you to come..."
"Mmmm," Henry purrs, hips snapping forward. Jared's prick twitches in his hand, a burst of slick wetting his fingers. "Want me to dump my load up your ass, hmmm?" More slick follows and Henry chuckles, low and dirty. "Horny slut, look at that..." He shoves his sticky hand up against Jared's mouth.
Oh fuck yes and Jared shuts his eyes and licks and sucks at Henry's hand, humming softly.
"Fuck yeah, you like that?" Henry fucks his fingers into the wet suction of his boy's mouth. "I should tie you up and play with your hole. Spend all day milking the jizz out and feeding it back to you."
The words fire Jared's imagination and he moans deeply, already imagining how it would feel, how he would look, his home clenching around Henry's dick, a sure sign he's going to come soon.
"Fuck..." Henry can't help it. Jared is so tight and sinfully hot. Plowing his boy into the mattress, he snarls loudly, prick pumping his load deep up Jared's hole. His hand works under Jared, twisting root to tip, milking the orgasm from him. "Good boy," Henry gasps, hips rocking, "give me your juice."
Jared lets out a wild sounding yell, and as Henry rocks into him, a split second where everything seems to be frozen in time and then he's coming, a tsunami of come explodes out of him, as he continues to wail.
Collapsing over him, Henry shudders through the last of his own climax as Jared jerks and spasms. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, gather himself enough to realize that he needs to move. Pressing up, Henry nuzzles at Jared's shoulder. "Don't move, angel...let me take care of you." Jared mmmphs something into the bedding and Henry grins. Of course Jared will. He always does.
It's been almost 5 minutes and Jared is still shuddering. Henry grins, nibbling gently at his ear, the ridge of his own erection pressed into Jared's hip. His boy wiggles a bit, rubbing his softening prick into the sodden sheets and Henry's grin widens. Smug. How could he not be? He's just spanked his boy into coming. "You are so fucking gorgeous," Henry purrs, licking at just the right spot behind Jared's ear, ending with his teeth grazing over the shell.
"Mmmm..." Jared often wonders how Henry does it. Is it what he does or it because it's Henry? Any shade of Henry is likely to turn Jared into a sticky mess.
"Have to change the sheets later..." He murmurs, thinking how often, almost daily this happens.
"Mmmhmmm." The chuckle trips over the agreement. Henry rolls astride his boy's hips. "Could make you lick them clean while I fuck you..."
It's so dirty that Jared's cock twitches. "Yes sir." He sounds meek though the way he rolls his hips is anything but. They'd still need to change the sheets but ...
Henry had spoken it as an empty threat. But the way his boy says sir... fuck. Henry growls low in his throat, crabbing back down the bed. Hands on his boy's hips, he yanks him down the mattress. "Lift your ass, boy," his fingers prod, urge his hips to come up. "That's it."
Ass high, face in the damp remnants of his orgasm, it's disgusting but so fucking hot. Jared moans softly. "Yours..." He murmurs lest Henry missed the memo.
"Damn right," Henry swats one perfect cheek before spitting in his hand and slicking himself up.
That burn, the slide of cock into ass with not quite enough lube is delicious and Jared wants it. He wants Henry to use him... He whimpers softly.
Fuck, Jared is so incredibly vocal and Henry gets off on the sounds he drives from his boy. That plays a large part in how Henry prefers to fuck, face to face more often than not, so he can see and hear. Not like the muffled sounds he's driving from Jared right now. He'd turn him over, but the idea that Jared's face is shoved into the soiled bedding is overriding all of that.
Another thrust and Henry is fully seated in that sinful clench. "Damn," he exhales, hand fisting into Jared's hair, rough. "That's it boy," a little pressure rubs Jared's face into the sheets, "lick up your mess."
It's damp and reeks of sex but that doesn't stop Jared licking, almost sucking the wet slimy sheets. That coupled with Henry's dick inside of him, making him rock backwards and forwards, tongue busy, eyes fluttering open and shut.
"That's my dirty slut..." It's said with affection, glowing with pride. Henry feasts on the sight of his boy nuzzling at the dirty bedding. Jared's ass lifts for the next thrust and Henry swats his hip, once and again because it gets such a delicious flutter from Jared's hole. "Prick hungry whore."
Somewhere in his fuzzy mind, Jared is beginning to grasp where Henry was coming from, that maybe they are 24/7 and he isn't sure how they got here because he's never wanted to be 24/7 and yet here they are. And then Henry is slapping his ass and whispering delicious words to him and all thought disappears as he slurps at the sheets and clenches at Henry's dick.
It's a nasty fuck, but Henry keeps it slow, draws it out for his own enjoyment and for Jared too. He has a hand on his boy's prick, half hard, twitching damp against his palm; Henry knows if he keeps this going long enough he'll get his boy there with him and that is far more fun than just using his boy's hole. So he keeps up the filthy talk, the affectionate name calling, dirty, and slut, and yeah, like me dicking you don't you baby... It's interspersed with heavy handed smacks that leave pink imprints over Jared's upturned backside.
Sometimes dirty and nasty are so fucking good and Jared is powerless to stop his body responding, slowly, slowly his prick is hardening and he knows the orgasm will be intense, will hurt and he wants that, he embraces sexual pain, pain that makes him whimper and make little noises, noises he knows Henry enjoys which makes him whimper more.
"What's that boy?" Henry pulls Jared's head up by a handful of hair. He's rutting into him slow and deep, balls snugged up tight and jostling against Jared's heavily. "You want me to dick you hard?"
Another long shuddering groan.
"Want you to fuck me like I'm your dirty whore..." Jared shivers at the words. "Want your come..." All he can smell is his own jizz and the scent of hard fucking. It makes him dizzy with desire.
Henry bends forward, twisting Jared's head to pull him into a kiss, a messy slide of lips and hint of teeth. Fuck yes. "You are," he nips at that lush bottom lip,"my dirty whore."
The words, the hint of teeth and Jared is harder than he has any right to be having already come hard.
"Please..." He whispers.
Henry's hand closes around Jared's prick, grip firm as he strokes him. "Please?"
"Want to come ... Want you to come..."
"Mmmm," Henry purrs, hips snapping forward. Jared's prick twitches in his hand, a burst of slick wetting his fingers. "Want me to dump my load up your ass, hmmm?" More slick follows and Henry chuckles, low and dirty. "Horny slut, look at that..." He shoves his sticky hand up against Jared's mouth.
Oh fuck yes and Jared shuts his eyes and licks and sucks at Henry's hand, humming softly.
"Fuck yeah, you like that?" Henry fucks his fingers into the wet suction of his boy's mouth. "I should tie you up and play with your hole. Spend all day milking the jizz out and feeding it back to you."
The words fire Jared's imagination and he moans deeply, already imagining how it would feel, how he would look, his home clenching around Henry's dick, a sure sign he's going to come soon.
"Fuck..." Henry can't help it. Jared is so tight and sinfully hot. Plowing his boy into the mattress, he snarls loudly, prick pumping his load deep up Jared's hole. His hand works under Jared, twisting root to tip, milking the orgasm from him. "Good boy," Henry gasps, hips rocking, "give me your juice."
Jared lets out a wild sounding yell, and as Henry rocks into him, a split second where everything seems to be frozen in time and then he's coming, a tsunami of come explodes out of him, as he continues to wail.
Collapsing over him, Henry shudders through the last of his own climax as Jared jerks and spasms. It takes a moment for him to catch his breath, gather himself enough to realize that he needs to move. Pressing up, Henry nuzzles at Jared's shoulder. "Don't move, angel...let me take care of you." Jared mmmphs something into the bedding and Henry grins. Of course Jared will. He always does.
