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He hurries a nod, lustful eyes locked on mine. I grab a fistful of his hair and slide my dick over his cheek, placing a cum-filled ball inside his mouth. He greedily sucks it in, inhaling deeply my cock’s smell, and then gives the same treatment to the other.
My muscles tighten against the immeasurable pleasure and I pull back. “Words, Red.”
He opens his mouth to reply, and I shove my cock inside on a groan. His lips immediately wrap around it.
I have no clue what this is, but I do know that the way Ramiel responds to me is a dream come true. Both my hands grip his hair ashe bobs up and down, blowing my damn mind after only a few seconds.
He then sinks all the way down, taking me deep in his throat. “Fuck,” I groan, and he moans.
I’m barely able to keep my orgasm at bay between his vacuuming throat and his rough fingers tightening around the base of my cock, dragging me closer and closer to the edge with every hard jerk of his fist.
I see him grab a pack of lube from the bowl, and then hear the sound of a zipper opening. His hand moves to his back and starts pumping. He’s prepping himself for me.
“Greedy whore,” I tell him while starting to fuck his face.
He sends daggers up at me, but his lips remain pliant, throat relaxed, letting me do whatever the fuck I want. He loves to be dominated, mistreated a little, and I love how obedient Ramiel is behind the glares. His needinessgoes straight to my balls, and my hips buck faster, riding his mouth harder.
Ramiel’s hand leaves my dick to trail up my soft belly. Way too many beers and pizzas, but he seems to love it. He’s trying to push the layers of clothes up, moaning at the sight and feel of the soft hair peppering my skin.
I pull him off my dick, which he does with a disagreeable sound.
“Up.”
His glower is hot, but useless since he compliantly lets me spin him to face the wall. His hands fall forward for balance, and he kicks his shoes away as I push his pants off only one leg. Fucking finally, I can see that red-orange lace in all its glory wrapped around the most perfect piece of ass I’ve ever seen. The lace teases between his meaty cheeks, skimming over his hips. They were clearly designed for men.
I’ve never thought about men wearing lingerie. But fuck, it’s the hottest thing. It makes sense given that I like to call a man’s fuck hole a pussy. It started in prison. Homophobia there is spread like confetti, which is ironic since most guys fuck or take dicks. I had a couple of guys I’d do it with—consensually—and one of them liked the man pussy kink. And fuck, I found out how hot it makes me.
I’m gay and have no problem with my sexuality. Don’t flaunt it, but neither do I hide it. And I know pounding Ramiel’s cunt while he’s wearing this expensive lingerie is going to make me come so damn hard.
I twist the fabric in my hand and pull, making the lace disappear in the crack of his ass and his round cheeks push out toward me. I slap one hard, loving the way it jiggles and how his white, freckled skin quickly turns red under my eyes.
He whimpers and turns his head. His mouth open, eyelids half down, and desire fills his eyes.
“More. Touch me. More,” he begs like he’s about to die if I don’t do what he says. He hastily takes off his shirt, and every muscle in his back looks sculpted to perfection. He’s a thing of beauty. I can’t resist him.
My hand trails slowly down, brushing his shoulders. My dark fingers such a stark contrast on his diaphanous skin. I flatten my palm on his lower back, and he jerks beneath me. He can’t control the trembling, the grunts, and moans every time my fingers stroke him. I like all this power he’s giving me, it’s intoxicating.
He has small scars all over his back, but that’s expected of a fighter like him. I should know that well.
The delicate lace suits him perfectly, even though it’s such an antithesis to his powerful body—or maybe because of that. My handpulls on the soft fabric harder as a sudden thought crosses my mind. I stop touching him, and he whimpers.
“Who did you wear these sexy panties for?”
“You, you kinky bastard,” he easily confesses. And fuck, the knowledge fills me with such satisfaction.
“Keep touching me.” I feel his impatient hand sliding inside my pants and grabbing my ass, molding it, pulling me more firmly against him. I oblige him since I fucking like to feel him quivering against me.
I almost tell him that I’ve never fucked someone who responds so blatantly to my touch, so driven completely crazy over being with me. So damn horny. But I don’t. Instead, I reach for his peachy ass again and spank it hard, wanting to hear more of his slutty moans.
Holding on to his sexy lingerie, I grab a condom from the table and open it with my teeth.
“I’m on PrEP,” he lets me know. I pause for a second, but then I slide the rubber on with one hand, anyway. PrEP doesn’t protect from STIs.
I grab another pack of lube, and when my eyes fall on his butt again, he’s finger-fucking himself. The sucking sounds and the sight of his three fingers ramming his hole mercilessly, the red lace pushed to one side, force pre-cum out of my slit.
I squirt a long line of lube onto my dick and swipe it around messily on the condom. I pull his fingers out and take hold of his wrists, placing them on the small of his back. Then I stare for a moment, transfixed by the guy’s lasciviousness. He’s the incarnation of desire. The slight quivering in his broad shoulders, his red hair falling like shiny fire on his thick neck, the fast rise and fall of his ribcage as he breathes expectantly.
I line up my cock with Ramiel’s hole. But before sinking into his tight grip, I feel the need to tell him, “You look so fucking good like this.”
