At the other side, Luke with his clothes scattered, standing naked, ready for a hot bath, was interrupted half way by this sudden sound. Left curious, he leans closer to the wall, pressing his ears, although knowing clearly this is an invasion of privacy, his heightened sense of love couldn't know more appropriation.
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All cries become whimpers and whimpers become utter silence then, a suffocating contemplation slithers from the darkened hallway and Shane was ready to leave, he wants nothing else but to hide it all. Relationships are too complicated for him, since young he was never taught to properly love someone yet his heart screams out so, how much he love this pitiful creature behind him whom he'd detested to such of his kind. The kind of human that would bore him to death, yet for Cadence, how is he an exception? How much had he thought of this now? What is it that Cadence have that is more than money? Status? A luxurious promise? He whines a lot, he complains, he's insecure and too sensitive, because of him, things that are as trivia as a late dinner can become so complicated since when? Yet despite all this fragile, unstable existence that pulled him from the corner of the earth, making him running around his head behind his back, chasing blindly. Everything has to be so questionable now? If he could be just a little bit braver, be a little bit less apologetic, but what can he do now? Cadence's warm embrace is lighting his back on fire, his heart yearns for love yet his logic couldn't reason no less - leave.
Leave him and leave him forever, had he slept with a re-known woman it would be profitable, by staying with Cadence gains him nothing thus it only creates more troubling emotions that will surely, someday affect work and status. Or so his logic speaks, but his hand says no, his mouth says no and his heart, says no - embrace him.
Shane turns around, his hands rest on Cadence's shoulders, his eyes gaze the image of his fragile lover and he leans in, leaving a light kiss on his trembling lips. Cadence then complies, thinking to himself it could be the only way. Wrapping his hands around Shane's neck, furthering his tongue. Their mouth then seconds later engulf in each other's saliva, dripping sloppy sounds, in and out, in and out, over and over again, french kissing in haste.
As they stumbles along the hallway, making their way towards Cadence's bedroom, their hands move to rape each other of personal space, Cadence bursts out gasps and inevitable moans as Shane fondles his nipples, everything becomes a haze, leaving things to their primitive instinct. Shane looks up as tears still roll down Cadence cheeks, he licks it, taste the saltiness of guilt inside his mouth and kiss him forth.
Both finally made it to the bedroom, the bed pressurize, each then unbuckle others' belt and rip their shirt apart, buttons fall onto the floor. The smell of chocolate lubricants feign the unbathe genetalia yet the hormonal sweat drives them insane, their superior brain shuts down and consume their consciousness in pleasure as they kiss, fondle sensitive places and bite inappropriate corners. Their hands now dip in syrupy fluid of thermal heat and lubricants, caressing their skins, lowering their angle of grasps, until both members were in each other hands, they proceed to take hold in an oval shape, gripping firmly and move up and down. Shane goes further as to rub against his palm in a circular motion, Cadence couldn't help but arch his back in response to the overflowing euphoria. His eyes then move down, embracing his mind the idea of Shane's penis, standing erect in Cadence's central view. He pushes Shane chest lightly, hinting him to paste for a while, as he kneels on four, lowering his head to the thick anatomy. Cadence opens his mouth, saliva drips down naturally, onto his tip. Shane's dick disappears into his mouth, leaving nothing but a heighten sensation of tight yet delicate membrane gripping his throbbing penis, further his sexual arousal.
:::Luke:::
What I heard was undoubtedly a blow job, those suggestive sound couldn't escape my visions for sure after how long I've trained myself. Incredibly, despite Lover boy is a man, he seems like he's skill at this, men could be good at blow job, I've never thought about it before. But the more I hear it, I notice sweats forming on my skin and my internal thermal heating up. The moans get louder, to the point I can hear it clearly without my ears press tightly to the wall, I lean on my back. This sensation that I'm feeling right now, is sure hard to resist, the sensation that promise reward, the reward of pleasure. My reasoning lost, midst in the dense and thick cloud of instinctive drive to reproduce.
I lower down my pants and grip Mr in my palm, in labor breathing, the sounds get louder. It's hard to imagine what stage they're in right now, the inability to see makes it hard. Yet I try, to vision the lewd scene of lover boy kneeling and sucking so contently to my erect cock. His yearning of lust...more...more, that's what he'll say as I takes hold of his head, making him deep throat my member, yanking his beloved mouth in and out consuming my erection whole. My pubic prickles his face and strangle him in his breathing, engulfing his minds with nothing but my precious dick, tears roll down his eyes but I couldn't stop myself, going faster and faster until I cum in his mouth, my eyes roll to the back of my face, my body trembles as I cum deep unto his throat, the foul smell of sperm covers his face as my climax continues for several seconds, his hair sticky in my thick semen. Coughing all over, glaring at me.
Then I push him down to the floor, kissing his collar bone then his nipples, my other hand fondles the other making him moan out in pleasure, unable to contain his luscious sounds,I move down, kissing his stomach but still fondle his other nipple. Kissing his thighs, my hand now move, my fingers tap a few times on his entrance, Lover boy cries out of embarrassment, I lick my fingers then, wetting them then head for his hole, slowly and gently as I can, part his sphincter and make my way inside, carving out his every flesh with my fingers, reaching for his prostate gland and press it over, going in a circular motion. His back arches, crying out loud the sounds of lewdness and trembles violently to my every thrust. But then my fingers were never enough, for both of us, I pull them out, kneeling between his tired legs and look up and him. Lover boy lost in haze from previous climax, oblivious to what about to come yet once he looks at my expression, everything changes.
“P-Please be gentle with me...” He says, covering his mouth, muttering those sweet words with a lustful eyes piercing straight through my reasons.
“Yeah, I'll try.”
I ram my hip forcefully unto his, penetrate through his soft tissues.
His cry loudens, it was so sudden, his eyes expands and tears overflowing down his face. His nails deepen on my back, scratching memorable scars.
Moving back and forth in and out, and repeating, is driving him insane. I can feel my balls producing more and more semen, enough to destroy that uterus of his, jamming until he breaks.
My hips fast pace, long deep thrust now become shorter distance and quicker rampage. This feels like rape as he begs me to slow down, his speech become incoherent pleas,
"Hah, Hah, ah ah ah ah, pl-please slow d-down, HAH HAH AH AH AH AH EEK!"
With one last push I pour out every inches of my genetic makeup into that slim stomach of his. Some escapes outside staining the sheet. Lover boy gasps and trembles through orgasms, he climaxes as well, spurting his semen all of his body and face, his dick then loosen as I take a breathe.
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I'm making a reference for this, of course, in Lover boy's illustrations.
BTW, BL as in blowjob ;-))))
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