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"Fuck," Todd whines, breathy and so incredibly turned on, "Wallace, please!" Wallace chuckles, gently strokes his thigh, and looks up at him with lidded eyes as he purrs, "patience, big boy." Todd thinks he might have died and gone to Heaven.
He's 'ran lines in his trailer' with Wallace four times already, and while all times are equally special to Todd, this time is different. Wallace has always taken the lead but he's also always taken Todd inside of him. This time, it's going to be the other way around.
Todd wanted to know what it felt like, and Wallace responded like a cat that got the cream, open to see all the ways that Todd Ingram could fall apart for him. Currently, with his legs spread open and begging from only a single finger inside him.
Wallace slips another finger in and Todd's hole immediately clenches tight around the extra stretch, he's always preferred to bottom but he can't deny the excitement that this gives him. He can't wait to ruin Todd, can't wait to take his anal virginity. His breath is coming out hitched and littered with whines and Wallace can't help but be a little mean.
He thrusts his fingers deeper and curls them, pressing upwards as he strokes at Todd's thigh again, hand pressing down and stopping his leg from buckling closed as his touch forces choked moans out of him. Wallace smiles saccharine as he tells him, "remember to breathe, puppy." Todd whines out his name again, panting, "Wallace, nh, please..!"
Wallace eases the movement of his fingers momentarily to push in a third and eagerly eats up the sight of Todd's hips pushing against him as he does it. He starts to drive into him with fast flicks and Todd archs his back deliciously, Wallace can feel his thigh twitching into his other hand. "Wall-ah, ng, I n- I'm close!"
"Already, guy? All it took was a few fingers, hm?" Wallace teases, not letting up with the rapid movement of his hand. "P-please- I need you!" Todd cries out, unclenching one of his hands from the sheets to grasp at Wallace's shoulder desperately.
"I know, puppy," Wallace coos, pulling his fingers out from Todd's hole and enjoying the way it twitches at the newfound emptiness, "I'll take care of you."
Wallace quickly lubes up his dick and presses against Todd's entrance. He softly pushes in the tip then eases out, teasing his hips back and forth, enjoying the way Todd flutters around him, trying desperately to pull him inside. The hand at his shoulder tightens, nails digging into him, as Todd cries out, "Wallace! Ngh, c'mon, please!" Wallace laughs lightly but finally relents and genuinely pushes in.
It feels surreal when their hips meet. Wallace's hands smooth across Todd's skin, "how do you feel, bud?" His voice is soft and caring, eyes blown full with lust, skin lightly sheen with sweat and flushed pink, looking down at him in a way that makes him feel like he's something important, more than ever before. Wallace Wells is unearthly beautiful, and a part of him is inside of Todd.
"Full" he groans out, and Wallace presses his hand against Todd's stomach, feeling the shape of himself, "that's right." Then he pulls almost all the way out and drives back into him hard. Todd clings to him, clutches at his back, nails dragging across his skin, nonstop moans drawn out of him.
Todd rocks hungrily against the motions of Wallace's hips, meeting him in luscious fast uneven thrusts. Wallace grips him tight, likely leaving bruises in his wake, as he fucks deeper into Todd, striking at the same spot that had him so desperate and close before. His cock grinds against the bundle of nerves, sending waves of pleasure across Todd's entire body, stomach coiling with heat.
Wallace leans down to suck at his neck and Todd cries out, close again. Less from the mouth against his skin and more because of the noises escaping it. Hearing Wallace pant and groan into his ear pushes Todd over the edge, his body quivering as orgasm approaches. Another ram of friction against his prostate and Todd is coming undone, shouting out Wallace's name, the coil in his stomach snapping hard and releasing spurts of cum from his dick, coating them sticky.
Not yet finished, Wallace doesn't let up on his thrusts, still diving hard and fast into Todd who's body spams at the aftershock. Todd's hips still chase pathetically after Wallace's even as he's crying out from overstimulation, moaning words he can't even process until the final strike that has Wallace spilling inside him with a drawn out curse.
Wallace collapses onto him and Todd wraps his arms around his shoulders, nuzzling into his warmth as they catch their breath. Eventually Wallace moves to pull out and Todd tightens his grip with a whimper, not yet wanting to be apart and still feeling sensitive, like a live wire, reduced by Wallace to a fuzzy minded and tender puddle.
"You good, big guy?" Wallace checks and Todd just cuddles closer, unspeaking. After a few minutes pass, Wallace pats his shoulder, "come on," he says, attempting to pull away again, "let's go shower."
Todd relents, woefully letting go of him. Wallace removes himself from Todd and walks towards the shower, turning before going in to wait for him. "What's the hold up?" He asks, Todd not trailing after him yet. His face brightens and he hurries to Wallace's side then turns away from his gaze to shyly ask, "was it good for you?" making him chuckle.
"It was great for me." he affirms and turns on the shower. Wallace fingers the cum out from inside him and Todd feels like he's in love for the first time.