Page 33 of Romeo vs Romeo

My cross dangled back and forth, propelled by the motions of my hips, fueled by the thrusts of my dick filling Roman’s body.

His voice cracked, and he cursed, telling me all the filthy things he felt. “Fill my hole like that. Yes. Just like that. Fuck,you’re making me crazy. Fuck me harder, please. Fuck my ass, Everett.” The words were like gasoline spilled on destructive flames. They made my vision dim at the corners, and only Roman’s sweaty face was glowing before my eyes.

I had him like this for what felt like twenty minutes, though it never occurred to me to be bothered with silly things like time. When I pulled out, letting us both catch our breath, Roman’s face was red, and his smile was dimpled. “Do you want me to turn around?”

“Yes,” I huffed, pulled a few inches back to let him turn.

Roman knelt in front of me, his fists planted firmly in the mattress under him, and his lower back curving in so that he thrust his ass out.

Holding myself in my right hand, I approached him slowly, gazing at him as if I would never get to see this again. It was such a beautiful thing to look at. So forbidden to me and thus infinitely sweeter. His round cheeks parted and offered a clear view of their middle, where Roman’s hole was slick with lube and spit, open and dark pink. Under it, his taint bulged, and his balls hung heavily between his spread legs.

The tip of my cock entered him easily now, filling him halfway in at once.

Roman took over for a moment, swinging on his knees away from me and back, impaling himself instead of letting me do the work. When he was three-quarters down my dick, I grabbed his hips and thrust myself forward, fucking him just like he begged. Harder and harder.

My view was like the finest piece of art no amount of money could buy. His tense muscles knotted along his back, his round shoulders bulging, and beads of sweat trickling along his spine.

Fucking him suddenly wasn’t enough. I needed to claim all of him. My hands squeezed his hips and dragged along his torso until I held his shoulders, keeping him firmly in place as Irammed into him. I closed my hands around his neck, yanking him back against me. The sound of my groin slapping against his cheeks made me self-conscious for a moment, as if I was being naughty, but I allowed myself to indulge in every dirty fantasy I’d been denied. I had my wicked way with him, all the while the golden cross stuck to the sweaty valley between my pecs. It didn’t burn me. It didn’t invite His wrath upon me. It didn’t do anything except lend its holy weight to make this act more alluring.

Roman cried out that he was coming, sweat rising from the pores on his skin and slicking the grip I had on his long neck. I held him tightly, making him growl and grunt hoarsely instead of moaning as before. He lifted himself a little off his fists, straightening his torso and thrusting his ass against me, one hand moving quickly along the length of his cock.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he said huskily through his teeth. A moan tore free from his throat and pealed toward the ceiling as I loosened my grip on his neck, and his head fell back. He tensed everywhere at once. His muscles bulged epically, and his hole clenched so hard that I felt the pain shoot through my cock. It made my balls rise tightly as I rammed him harder, pushing every last drop of his cum out of his body.

I was close, too, but blinding desire came over me, and I decided to let myself have it. To have all of what I wanted. Pulling out, I slipped both the condom and the ring off and nudged Roman around to lie on his back. He fell flat and heaved in a lungful of air, his cock still throbbing sensitively and his arms shaking like branches on the cold winter wind.

Sparing him a glance to remember the sheer glowing beauty of his body, the glossiness of perspiration, and the redness of satisfaction, I bent down and closed my lips around his still-trembling cock. The sharp mixture of sweetness and saltiness of his cum penetrated deep into my awareness as a fierysensation descended from my tongue straight into my balls. They tightened, rising higher and preparing to unload, just as I took myself into my right hand and stroked.

“Come on me,” Roman huffed, putting his hands on my face and pulling me toward him. As tension strung all my muscles, I pressed my lips against Roman’s, my dick throbbing victoriously and shooting ribbons of hot, white cum over his cock, balls, and abs. Some landed heatedly on Roman’s chest, and I felt it smear between us as I lowered my weight onto him.

I kissed him hard as the orgasm thundered through my nervous system, releasing pleasure hormones into my bloodstream and spreading them through my body.

I lay next on top of him, unwilling to let our lips part.

Why did it have to end? Why couldn’t we have existed forever in the suspended moment just before the orchestra played that crashing final chord?

Roman was in no hurry to stop, either. His kisses grew lazy over time, but he didn’t stop making out with me. We both struggled to catch our breaths properly, but Roman kissed me back as many times as I pressed my lips against his.

And when I finally rolled off him to hold him from behind, I continued kissing his neck instead.

Letting out a pleased sigh, Roman pushed his naked ass against my crotch. “It’ll be a crying shame if we don’t do this again.”

I didn’t know I had been holding a breath of anxiety until it disappeared. Relief washed over me like a welcome rain shower after a devastatingly hot summer. “Do you mean that?” The words left me before I could stop them.

“Do you actually think this was any less than world-shattering for me?” he teased. “You banged God right out of me.”

I snorted, burying a finger into his ribcage and making him squeal. “Not funny.”

“No, you’re right,” he said after a wave of laughter. “But sinning with you is too good not to make a habit out of it.”

I pressed my forehead against the back of his head. “You won’t hear me complain,” I whispered.

“I’m thinking, next time, we could wear mixed fabrics,” Roman said, his voice alight with humor.

I spanked him before I knew what I was doing.

Roman hissed and laughed somehow at the same moment. “Oh, I struck a nerve, huh? Well, you’re sexy when you’re annoyed.”

“I’ll show you sexy and annoyed if you keep teasing me,” I said.

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