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Justin has been thinking about it a lot; having sex with his boyfriend. These days that’s all he’s been thinking about,-well, that and their senior finals, but, that doesn't matter right now. He just…Ashten was so handsome. He was the perfect man-the sweetest, the funniest, and sometimes the dumbest person he’s ever met. Justin loved him so much.
Right now, he was over at Ashten’s house lazing around with him. Ashten was lying sprawled out on his couch and scrolling through his phone while Justin had gotten up to root around his fridge for something to snack on as he always does whenever he comes over. The fridge was like his best friend and it was especially so at his boyfriend’s house because he always has the best snacks.
“Hmm….” Justin was mulling over snagging juicebox or taking the time to microwave a hotdog.
His stomach rumbled, and he almost reached for the hotdog packet when his mind wandered to Ashten. For a moment, he tried to imagine what his fully-naked body would look like. But before he could imagine past his hips, Justin blushed and waved his thoughts away.
Juice box it was.
Stepping back into the living room, he greeted Ashten by picking up a pillow and tossing it onto him as he clambered over the top of the couch and flopped down beside him. Ashten laughed in a jovial fashion, phone flying out of his hands and hitting the couch. The blond whacked Justin back with the same pillow, making him screech and hold his juice box out of the way like it was the most precious thing in the world.
“Hey! Watch the juice!” he laughed, as Ashten smothered him playfully.
Ashten grinned wickedly and climbed on top of Justin and mushed him with the pillow before snagging the juice box from his flailing hands.
“Yoink!” Ashten narrated, as he raised the little pouch out of Justin’s struggling reach.
“My juice!” he cried.
With his weight fully seated on Justin’s chest, Ashten had his boyfriend pinned to the couch and he laughed as the raven wormed and wriggled beneath him, desperately trying to escape and save his juicebox.
Ashten ignored his pleas and his attempts for freedom though and took a long, triumphant swig from the little silver pouch. Justin blushed furiously as Ashten squished him between his legs to prevent him from getting out as he sipped, and he wailed and struggled to grab the juicebox from his evil boyfriend. But his arms were just a hair too short to snatch it back.
As Ashten swallowed, Justin had to force himself to look away and blushed when the blond male above him licked his lips to clear them of any juice remnants, heart fluttering like a bird in a cage.
Sighing dramatically in defeat and because he needed to close his eyes to steel himself, Justin let himself grow limp beneath Ashten.
“My juice…” he said sadly in a small, playful voice.
Ashten smacked his lips in an over-exaggerated fashion, just to let Justin know how good the juice box had been, and crawled off of him. Once Justin was free, he didn’t move and instead closed his eyes and lay there on the couch, limp and in faux sadness.
“Oh come on Justin, I just took a sip, it’s not like I just took it all up in one zucc,” he said. But Justin didn’t move and instead forced himself to frown deeply and fight off a smile. Ashten grinned and shrugged, “I mean, I guess if you really want me to, I could just take this bad bitch all for myself-” he started, but was cut off as Justin suddenly shot up from where he was lying and shouted: “Keep your mitts off of my juice!” and snatched it back, clutching it to his chest like a wee babe.
Ashten laughed and kissed Justin on the cheek. He couldn’t help it when he just looked so cute.
“Alright alright, I’m sorry you goof,” he said, dodging a half-hearted swipe of a pillow.
The air was light hearted and bubbly as smiles made their cheeks burn. Justin sipped on his violated juicebox as he melted into the couch’s cushions, which were soft and thick like slices of fresh bread.
His mind wanders again as he takes small sips of his juice, and he allowed it to drift to sex once more. He thought about Ashten, holding him and thought about the two of them making love. The thought was nice, and he blushed, legs twitching in his manspread position as the spot between his legs grew warm. Justin honestly really wanted to have sex with his boyfriend. The only problem was, he didn’t have a penis like Ashten did, and it made him nervous thinking about the possibility that Ashten would be turned off, or worse, grossed out at his lack of one. He wasn’t born physically male, after all, and he sometimes struggled with that. Ashten was there for him though, and it really helped his bad days.
Beside him, Ashten propped one leg up on the couch and tucked the ankle of his other leg under his rump and let his leg hang over the edge. This position stretched his jeans over his crotch, forming a visible bulge in his pants. Justin stared from the corner of his eye and fantasized about what his boyfriend could be packing, causing him to sip on his juicebox harder as he imagined a whole lotta inches.
Was today the day? He wondered as he finished off his juicebox and set the emptied little pouch onto the coffee table. Maybe he should ask him.
Justin turned to Ashten and took a deep breath.
“Ashten, I have to talk to you,” Justin prompted.
From where he sat, Ashten looked up from his phone and smiled at his boyfriend.
“Yea, babe, what’s up?” he chirped.
‘Shit,’ Justin’s hands were starting to shake and he took a few steadying breaths. Now that he was starting the conversation, he didn’t know if he could do it. What if Ashten hadn’t thought about what sleeping with someone who was transmasc would be like and finally decides that he doesn’t want to be with him? Would he leave him? No, Ashten wouldn’t do that, he’s not like that…is he? Justin suddenly felt like throwing up. He wanted to sleep with Ashten, he really did. He just didn’t know if Ashten would want to. He did say that his attraction was heavily male-leaning and Justin assumed that that included…everything…
Ashten’s eyebrows pinched together as he watched Justin nervously tug at the thick fabric of his sweatshirt, a habit he does when he’s anxious. Setting his phone down, Ashten sat up straight and tilted his head, “Jus’? You ok?”
Justin nodded, but they both knew that he was lying. However, Ashten didn’t question it and instead folded his hands in his lap and looked at Justin curiously, waiting patiently to see if he had anything to say.
Justin gulped. It’s now or never, he supposed.
“Ashten, I-,” a thick swallow, “have you ever-uh-we um, h-have you thought about…sleeping together…before?” Justin stumbled through that slowly, and by the end, his face was bright red and burning. He tried looking at Ashten, but his eyes quickly flicked away to the wall and he tugged at the arm of his sweatshirt again.
“Oh,” Ashten said, “I-I mean, yea?” he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, smiling, “About that, I-”
Nevermind, he didn’t know if he could do this after all. Quickly, he shook his head and stood up. He had to leave.
“Actually, I-I have to go-” he backed up, tucking his phone into his pocket.
Ashten’s eyes widened and he stopped talking, watching his boyfriend scurry to the front door. He was freaking out and Asthen was worried because of the complete 180 things had taken from their earlier shenanigans.
“W-wait, Justin,“ he stood up, “I was gonna say that I’d love to sleep with you!” he quickly shouted.
Silence.
Justin froze and turned around, face beet red.
Realizing now that he’d just announced to the whole world that he wanted to-no-he’d love to sleep with his boyfriend, Ashten felt his face grow hot too.
“Ash…” Justin murmured, voice warbled. He was going to cry. A tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another. He was crying.
“Shit,” he gasped, “Justin!” Ashten made it over to his boyfriend in four quick strides and tugged him into a hug. Justin tucked his head into the crook of the blond’s neck, tears flying down his soft cheeks and soaking into the shoulder of his shirt.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
The shorter of the two sniffled and scrubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater. Ashten cooed softly into his black hair and rubbed circles into his back, making the clipped gasps between Justin’s tears slow. It was definitely calming, and Justin felt himself feeling heavier and heavier as he leaned into Ashten’s embrace.
Nervously, he tucked himself further into the crook of his neck, stomach in knots, “Ash, I…why?” he murmured, voice thick and tongue heavy from crying.
“Hm?” Ashten hummed in question. He traced a gentle hand up his lover’s spine and stopped to massage his tense nape and lightly scrape his fingers through his trimmed hair.
Visibly relaxing though still tense, Justin quietly sniffled and sighed into his boyfriend’s shoulder. Ashten was waiting so patiently, it made him feel bad, and he felt even worse because he was probably being stupid.
“It’s just, I’m not…” oh gods his stomach hurt, “I’m not a real-”
Before he could finish speaking, Ashten suddenly squeezed Justin, cutting him off and making him wheeze and squeak.
“Mm mm. Nope. no. Jus’, don’t say that.” Ashten said, voice stern but loving, “Justin, if you’re afraid that I won’t like you-all of you, then you’re so wrong,” he murmured. A blush crept up the back of his neck and he gently squeezed Justin, “I don't care about the fact that you’re just slightly different than me,” he carefully peeled Justin off of him by his shoulders and looked into his glossy brown eyes, gaze soft and thumb even softer as he reached up to swipe the tears from his cheek, “I love you so much, and I think you’re so hot,” he blushed.
Justin’s cheeks went ablaze as Ashten cupped his cheek in his palm and slid the other down to rest on his waist, where he gently tugged him closer by his belt loops.
The ravenet pressed a hand onto his boyfriend’s chest and stared nervously at his fingers, “I’m just worried that you might not like, y’know…” he trailed off, resting his hand on Ashten’s hip and threading his fingers through his belt loop as well.
Justin shuffled his socked feet on the floor. He wasn’t 100% happy with the way he was born: body, name, and all, but he was definitely comfortable. And he was more than comfortable enough to let himself be open and vulnerable with Ashten. The only problem was, he was terrified that they just wouldn’t work well together physically. He knew that that’s not why he and Ashten were together. They were more than happy to just be together, and simply just loving one another was enough. But, he didn’t want to hold Ashten back or keep him from feeling the relief of having sex. And yes, there were alternatives, but he didn’t think Ashten would want to do that forever. And he was scared.
“Jus’, you know I prefer men-which, obviously you check that box-and you being transmasc doesn’t change anything, and honestly,” Ashten said softly, “I’ve wanted to sleep with you for a long time,” he admitted sheepishly, “I was just waiting for you, I guess.”
Justin blushed and looked up at his boyfriend. Ashten was nervously biting his lip, blue eyes bright and his cheeks a delicious rosy color. He was so cute. Thankfully, his stomach had lessened it’s painful knotting, allowing for him to relax ever so slightly and breathe. Ashten had helped his mind calm, and the more he thought about it, the less scary it was when he thought about having sex with Ashten.
Timidly, Justin stretched up and pressed a kiss to Ashten’s lips, just long enough to feel how soft they were, before pulling back and dropping back onto his heels. Ashten’s eyes fluttered open, lips parted ever so slightly and barely revealing his white teeth. He licked his lips and searched the shorter’s face for any sign of discomfort before he dipped his head down and pulled Justin back in for another kiss. This time it was longer and with more fervor, as his lips pressed into Justin’s softer, more plush lips.
They disconnected and reconnected a few times, their kisses becoming more desperate and heated. With a soft nudge and change of position, they stumbled backwards towards the couch where Ashten gently lay Justin onto his back, lips never leaving his. Ashten slid a hand up and under Justin’s loose, black hoodie and splayed his hand out onto his stomach then slotted himself between his legs, allowing for his hips to rest on his thighs.
Below him, Justin gasped and quietly moaned as Ashten peppered butterfly-light kisses under his jaw where he was sensitive and playfully nipped at his neck, all the while rolling his hips into Justin’s crotch experimentally. The first time their crotches bumped, Ashten moaned breathlessly as the rough thickness of their jeans added to the short burst of pleasure that shot down his spine. Justin shivered and gasped too, and tangled a hand into Ashten’s hair.
Feeling more daring, Ashten rolled his hips forward once more and started a slow rhythm of dry humping with Justin, who lazily met his pace.
With a moan, Ashten dropped his head down onto Justin’s shoulder as he humped into him, unable to stop chasing the pleasure.
“F-fuck,” he bit out.
Justin moaned softly into his ear as Ashten’s weight bumped into him and pressed into his throbbing clit, making his toes tingle and mind go fuzzy. He threw his arms loosely around the blond’s neck as if to ground himself and spread his legs wider, inviting him in; begging him for more.
“Oh shit, Ashten,” he whimpered.
Ashten sucked a rather dark hickey into the soft skin of Justin’s shoulder and ground his hardening arousal into Justin’s soaking crotch, making Justin shiver as his wet boxers squished against him.
Okay, so this was going way better than Justin had expected. His head fell back onto one of the couch’s decorative pillows and bucked his hips up to meet Ashten’s strong thrusts. He was throbbing and wet inside his uncomfortably hot jeans, and his thighs quivered every time the hard seam covering Ashten’s zipper bumped into his clit.
“Ashten,” he breathed, “please, mh-touch me,” Justin begged.
Ashten groaned, the sound tearing itself from his throat as though it were painful to pull off of Justin, hips stuttering and stomach burning hot. Eagerly, he reached down and grabbed at Justin’s zipper but paused to glance at him for permission. The black-haired man nodded and pressed the zipper up and into his hands with a little quirk of his hips. Quickly, his pants were shoved down his hips, and he helped Ashten pull them off all the way by raising his hips and then his legs. The garment was then tossed off to the side, and Ashten’s pants followed soon after.
Now, they were both left in their boxers, both having visible wet spots from their desire. Justin bit his lip as he watched Ashten twitching in his boxers, and he wanted so badly to reach down and touch himself. Ashten was about to press himself against Justin once more, to chase that pleasure again, when Justin gasped and shoved a hand between them.
“W-wait!”
Ashten pulled himself back, quickly putting space between himself and Justin, concern painting his face.
“What? Are you ok??” He asked, placing a hand onto his cheek in a fretting manner.
Justin nodded and smiled. He had stopped Ashten because, well, he didn’t want to end up with a kid after this. That was the last thing he ever wanted.
“Do you,” Justin blushed, “have any condoms?” he asked sheepishly, eyes cast to the coffee table beside them.
The blond above him gasped and his eyes widened in understanding, “O-oh! Right, that! Yes, gimme a sec!” he chirped and hopped off of the couch and made his way to his room as quick as he could (and as best as he could,) with his raging hard-on.
Justin chuckled and sighed as the throbbing between his legs calmed down. His face was burning, and he tried willing himself to calm down fully before Ashten came back. Though, the thought of the thick outline in Ashten’s boxers made his stomach jump, and giving in, he reached into his boxers and began softly touching himself. He dipped two fingers into himself to wet the digits, making them slick, then began rubbing circles into his stiff clit. His cunt clenched as he gently pleasured himself, and he bit his lip as his boxers grew more and more wet.
“Oh gods,” he whispered as he moved to plunging two fingers inside of himself, wrist bumping and rubbing against his clit.
“Hey, I’m back-” Ashten padded back into the living room and choked on his spit as he saw Justin lazily fingering himself on his couch.
“Mh, hey,” Justin greeted and pulled his fingers out of himself and wiped his wet, sticky fingers on the inside of his boxers. He sat back up slightly and smiled at his boyfriend.
Ashten bit his lip and slipped back into his spot on the couch and resituated himself between Justin’s legs. In his hands, he held a small bottle of lube, a rather large wad of condoms, and a small hand towel. The wad of condoms made Justin blush furiously and his stomach jumped.
“Y-you want to go more than once?” he asked, hope twinging his tone.
“I mean, hopefully, if you’re up for it,” Ashten rubbed the back of his neck and shot that million dollar smile at Justin.
“Holy shit, please kiss me,” Justin moaned and sat up, avoiding pressing his wet crotch on the couch, and kissed Ashten hard.
The blond moaned into the kiss as Justin pressed his palm into his hard-on, slender fingers squeezing and rubbing along the sensitive head of his clothed cock.
“Justin,” Ashten pulled back from the kiss, “Can I please eat you out?” he asked, practically begging as he remembered the way Justin was fingering himself. He licked his lips, tongue touching Justin’s soft lips from how close they were.
Justin’s pupils dilated and he groaned, “Fuck yes, please,” and kissed Ashten one last time before his dropped back down onto the couch and shimmied out of his boxers.
Ashten’s cock jumped excitedly. Scooting down the couch as Justin scooted up and rested his back on the armrest, Ashten adjusted himself so he was lying partially on his stomach and on his side so his wet boxers didn’t touch the couch and so he could get a good angle to eat his boyfriend out. His shoulder felt a little strained, but after some quick shuffling, Ashten was comfortable. Then, he hooked Justin’s legs over his shoulders and was face-to-face with his soaked, quivering cunt. He glanced up to Justin as he leaned forward and gently flicked his tongue against his clit, making sure that what he was doing was okay. And when Justin threw his head back and moaned, Ashten figured that that was more than okay, and repeated the motion and moaned when Justin bucked his hips up into his tongue.
His tongue was so hot. It made the ravenet squirm and buck his hips as he begged for more. Ashten flattens his tongue and begins licking long drags of his tongue up from his hole to his clit. Justin tasted so sweet and Ashten was becoming impossibly hard as he began dipping his tongue into Justin’s soaked cunt, making him yelp and push his hips down onto this thick muscle. He explores his walls to the best of his ability, wriggling his tongue around and dragging out globs of his thick, sticky fluids.
But Ashten wanted to feel deeper inside of his boyfriend. So, he pushes two fingers inside of Justin beside his tongue and starts to scissor him, spreading his dripping hole even wider and shoving his tongue even deeper into him.
Justin cried out as Ashten was stuffing his tongue inside of him and eagerly finger-fucking him. It was almost too much and not enough at the same time, and it was driving him mad, clit throbbing and stomach tightening.
“Ashten, please, touch me more,” he begged, bucking his hips against Ashten’s wet mouth.
Much to his relief, Ashten complied and retracted his tongue so he could latch his lips tightly around his red clit and suck hard, still scissoring him open and dragging loud moans from him.
Justin jolted and whimpered. Ashten was amazing with his tongue, and much to his satisfaction, his boyfriend seemed to be enjoying himself as his cock strained against the confines of his boxers and oozed more precum into the thin fabric. He felt his juices mixed with Ashten’s spit drip down the cleft of his ass as those fingers squished it out of him, and it was then that Justin realized that he was about to cum.
“Sh-shit, I’m about to cum,” he moaned, “please, oh gods, don’t fucking stop-“
Ashten roughly plunged his fingers into Justin, stuffing in the thickest part of his fingers and pushing them in as far as they could go as he rubbed the rough tastebuds of his tongue against Justin’s clit, pushing him over the edge.
His orgasm hit him like a freight train, making him cry out, body convulsing and mind going blank as he came on Ashten’s fingers and tongue.
“Ashten!” he moaned, gripping the couch in a white knuckle grip.
Ashten hummed and helped ride him through his orgasm as he slowly thrust his fingers into him and lazily licked his clit, feeling the way his walls contracted and sucked his fingers in until they slowed. It was nice, but after a bit, Justin whimpered and weakly pulled his hips away as he began growing oversensitive and overstimulated.
Ashten took that as his que to pull away and he gently retracted his fingers, and pressed a kiss above his oozing cunt, making Justin shiver.
Sitting up, Ashten maintained eye contact with Justin and brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked on the fingers he had fingered Justin with, still sticky with his juices. And gods if that wasn’t hot.
“Oh fuck…” Justin whispered.
The sight of Ashten’s tongue licking his fingers clean made his stretched hole clench, and he reached out to Ashten with shaking hands. He wanted Ashten to fuck him.
“Gods, Justin you’re so hot,” Ashten breathed, still entranced from watching him come undone on his fingers.
“Mm, says you,” Justin slurred. He was still coming down from his orgasmic afterglow and he grinned when his boyfriend wiped his hand and mouth off with the little hand towel and set it back down.
The blond then leaned down with a little huff of amusement, and quickly, Justin captured his lips in a kiss and moaned as Ashten pushed his tongue into his mouth, forcing him to taste himself.
“Please, fuck me,” Justin pulled away from the kiss to say. He spread his legs once more and presented his arousal to his boyfriend once more, and Ashten kissed the corner of his mouth before sitting up and quickly ripping open one of the condoms he had brought, more than happy to fuck his lover.
Thick beads of precum formed at the red tip of his erection, threatening to spill, but they were quickly caught inside of the bright pink condom before they had a chance to fall as the thick, protective latex encased Ashten’s thick length. Then, Ashten popped open the cap to the lube and squirt a generous amount into the palm of his hand, which he used to lube himself up. He spread it on himself by slowly jerking himself off with a tight grasp, and for a moment, he fucked into his own fist with his eyes screwed shut and lip pinched tightly between his teeth.
The ravenet watched in fascination as his boyfriend indulged in himself and reached down to rub slow circles into his clit, getting himself ready for round two.
“You ready?” Ashten asked as he wiped the lube from his hand onto the hand towel and lined himself up between Justin’s legs. The tip of his cock kissed Justin’s dripping hole, his labia already being pushed out of the way from how thick the head was.
Justin’s heart leapt into his throat at the sight and the feeling, and with a keen, he eagerly nodded, bringing his hand down lower so he could spread his lips apart so Ashten could push into him with more ease.
“Mhm,” he hummed softly, “please.”
Slowly and without more prompting, Ashten began pushing into Justin, stretching him out. His hands tightened on his hips when the way his tip was enveloped. Justin’s hot insides made his hips stutter, accidentally forcing himself deeper into the tight heat around his cock without warning. They let out twin moans as he did so and Justin gasped and clenched down, making Ashten groan. That had felt incredible. Justin gyrated his hips ever so slightly onto Ashten’s thick cock, wanting more.
“More,” he whispered.
“Holy shit, Justin you feel so fucking good,” Ashten whimpered as he pushed the rest of his cock into Justin’s cunt with a short thrust and bottomed out.
Justin panted hard, adjusting to the thick girth inside of him. Jesus fuck Ashten was huge.
With a roll of his hips, Justin used his hand and pressed down onto where Ashten was inside of him from the outside, feeling the pressure of his thick cock filling up the space inside of him, so close to where his cervix was, and used the other to pull one of his legs to his chest, making Ashten sink deeper inside of him.
“Ohh, fuck,” Ashten gasped, “can I move?” he asked, sounding desperate.
Justin nodded and panted hard, chest heaving. Words had left him.
Slowly, Ashten leaned forward, pushing Justin’s hips into the couch as his hands held him in place, and pulled out of his tight cunt, leaving just his tip inside of his boyfriend, before slamming deeply into him.
Justin yelped, and before he could catch his breath, Ashten began a quick pace of fucking him, punching the air out of his lungs with every quick, deep stroke.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Ashten gasped, thrusts picking up pace and eyes slipping shut.
He felt so hot. Justin sobbed in pleasure as his pussy was being thoroughly fucked; every inch of space within him being filled by Ashten’s hard cock.
Ashten is above him, tongue pinched between his teeth and drool pooling on his lips. And gods is it hot to look at. As the blond is thrusting, he raises Justin’s hips, just barely folding him in half, and he starts fucking down into him, hammering him into the couch and fucking into him deeper than before. And, from this angle, Justin could feel the tip of Ashten’s cock kissing at his cervix, and every bump against it made his body jolt with electric pleasure that shoots down his spine and through his limbs in white hot sparks.
“Hnh! Oh fuck, Ashten-fuck fuck fuck-!” Justin squeals.
Their hips connect with obscene ‘shlick shlick shlicks’ and it makes Ashten’s eyes roll back into his head as he fucks them closer to their orgasms.
The feeling and sound of Ashten squishing into Justin’s tight cunt has him seeing stars, and he moans and squeaks in time with the hard thrusts into his body.
With heat blooming in his gut and the walls of his pussy throbbing and clenching around Ashten’s thick cock as though he were trying to suck him in, Ashten reaches a hand down to pinch and rub at his clit. That just about does it for Justin, as he sobs and his eyes roll back into his head.
“Ash-ten-I’m-gon-na-cum-!” Justin yelps in time of Ashten’s powerful thrusts, which have the ravenet bouncing hard on the couch, back dragging on the cushions stinging just right.
“Come for me,” Ashten breathes and the hand on Justin’s clit picks up pace.
A few more hard presses into the sensitive bud is all it takes for Justin to come undone on his boyfriend’s cock with his eyes screwing shut and mouth open in a soundless wail. His pussy clenches down and convulses on Ashten’s still-sheathed cock as he still fucks into him through his orgasm, thrusts growing sloppy and erratic.
“Oo-ohh f-f-fuck,” Justin moans, air still being punched out of his lungs. “Ash-ten-you-ngh-close?” Ashten was still ravaging his cunt, and it was making Justin’s mind go blank, body jolting and hips too weak to buck into Ashten’s thrusts as he was being used like a fucktoy.
Ashten nods, “Mh, y-yea-oh fuck-yea, m’close,” he gasps between his heavy panting.
Shakily, Justin reaches up and wraps his arms around Ashten’s shoulders, and he whimpers into the blond’s red ear, “C-cum for me, cum inside me, Ash-” he begs, and that’s all it takes to push Ashten over the edge with a curse, balls tightening painfully and body shuddering. He gives one last powerful thrust and buries himself deeply into Justin and pumps the condom inside his boyfriend full of cum. He groans, and Justin moans as he feels the way Ashten’s cock pulses inside of him and he goes lax in the blond’s arms as his muscles finally lose their strength.
Together, they sit there panting for what feels like hours but only turns out to be minutes. Ashten slowly pulls his softening cock out of Justin, condom full and heavy with cum. Justin moans low in his throat as he feels the emptiness inside him, missing the feeling of Ashten stuffing him full.
Okay, so, he was definitely wrong about how Ashten would feel about having sex with him. That was incredible…Ashten was incredible. Justin felt like slapping himself, and he would, if his limbs weren’t so loose in his post-orgasmic bliss; he was practically melting into the couch!
His chest heaved as he caught his breath, and carefully, Ashten closed his spent boyfriend’s quaking legs with a deep flush on his cheeks. Then, he pulled off the full condom with a hiss, careful not to spill anything on the couch before tying it up and dropping it on the little hand towel. His own hands were shaking from his orgasm as he gently caressed Justin’s sweaty cheek and kissed him, soft and slow.
“Gods, Justin you’re so handsome,” he murmured when he pulled away, pupils blown out and eyes bright like they were full of stars.
The ravenet smiled and brought one of his weak hands up to cup Ashten’s cheek, using his fingers to affectionately brush away his sweat-dampened bangs.
“Ash, that was so hot. You’re so perfect,” he sighed dreamily.
Ashten smiled down at him drunkenly pressed a loving kiss into the palm of his hand. The soft lips on his hand tickled, and Justin giggled, chest blooming with affection.
“I love you,” he murmured into the flesh.
Justin smiled, “I love you too.”
After he gently set Justin’s hand down, Ashten shuffled around and glanced down to their crotches, seeing how wet they both were and then peered at the small, crumpled hand towel that he had tossed to the side.
“I think I may have underestimated how big the towel needed to be,” he said, and Justin burst into a laugh. Ashten joined him, and together they laughed, minds fuzzy and limbs loose. They calmed down to small giggles at some point and Justin swooned at how handsome his boyfriend was, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was right now.
After standing up to test his legs, Ashten had suggested they showered together when he found his legs were shaking whenever he stepped forward. Justin was more than happy to agree, because not only does he get to take a break from his binder, but he also gets to relax with his handsome boyfriend in a soft, intimate shower.
Carefully, Ashten helped him onto his own shaking legs, fluids cooling uncomfortably between his thighs, and Justin gently pulled the blond in for another kiss. Ashten sighed happily through his nose at the action, and tugged his smaller frame close to him. Justin then pulled away with a teasing look in his eye.
“Maybe while we’re in the shower we can use up a couple more of those condoms you brought,” he murmured into Ashten’s ear with a suggestive little smile, watching as Ashten’s eyes widened and he smiled.
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