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With a harsh tug of his arm, Sethos is pulled to the bed. He lands with a soft grunt. But a hand quickly grabs his shoulder and turns him so he can lay on his back to face the other. Scara roughly grabs Sethos’ hair and pulls his head up. He yelps and circles his hands around Scara’s wrist. But his other hand sneaks its way under Sethos’ shirt to play with his nipples. A moan rips its way out of his throat.
“What a slut. You love this, don’t you?” Scara whispers lowly in Sethos’ ear. He receives a nod as a response. He harshly tugs at Sethos’ nipple and hears him moan even louder. “Good. Because I’ll do worse to you than this. I’ll make sure you’re nothing but a moaning, crying, begging wreck when I’m done with you.” Scara lets go of his hair and trails his hand down Sethos’ body to the waistband of his pants. He looks up to make eye contact with him. Sethos nods rapidly and enthusiastically, practically begging him to just strip him naked already.
With a tug, Scara begins to take off Sethos’ pants. Once they’re fully off, he tosses them to an unknown corner of the room, and does the same with his shirt. Sethos shivers from the chilliness in the room in contrast to his heated body. Scara suddenly pulls him in for a kiss, forcefully shoving his tongue inside his mouth. A hand creeps up Sethos’ back to the base of his ponytail to take off the hair tie securing his long hair. Chestnut hair extends throughout the length of his upper body, stopping at his small waist. Scara pulls back from the kiss to stare at him which makes Sethos feels more exposed than he already is. Those indigo eyes tracing down his body felt like cold hands were prying and poking at him, studying every twitch and small breath he made.
Scara suddenly reaches down to the bedside drawer to take out a half emptied bottle of lube. He opens it and covers his fingers with it. He then pries Sethos’ thighs apart to reveal his twitching hole. The younger male suppresses a whimper when he feels the cold air of the room blow against his hole. But he feels a finger penetrate him and moans.
“Ah…please just- ngh! Fuck me…” The finger teases Sethos’ insides, testing his sensitivity. He finds himself grinding his hips against Scara’s finger, making it go deep inside him. “Ah-ah! Oh…please…I-I need it- Ngh!” Sethos arches his back when a second fingers enters his hole.
“Good boy, you’re taking it so well. Soon you’ll be moaning your heart out in no time.” Green eyes roll back into an empty skull. Red and swollen lips continue to breath out small gasps and shallow breaths along with moans and whimpers. Suddenly a loud moan spills out of Sethos’ throat and his eyes go wide. His whole body starts to twitch and spasm, and his body gets even hotter.
“Looks like I found your sweet spot.” Scara continuously jabs at his prostate with his fingers, eliciting more noises out of Sethos. He speeds up his pace, earning him more cries of pleasure.
“P-please please honey I’m so close I’m gonna- ah!” Sethos cums abruptly, his cock shooting out streaks of viscous white liquid. His eyes roll back to his head and his tongue lolls out of his mouth. He grabs and scratches at the sheets, almost ripping them with his nails. The fingers inside him carefully slipped out of his hole, leaving him feeling empty. But suddenly a hand grabs his chin and forces his head up, though with minimal effort. Then Scara grabs his chin to keep his head tilted up, leans and down and whispers,
“Ride me.”
“H-huh…?”
“You heard me.” Scara lets go of Sethos’ chin and walks to the other side of the bed. He lays down on it and says more loudly, “Get on my lap and ride me. Unless…you don’t want to?” A surge of panic quickly spikes in Sethos’ spine, so he quickly crawls over to sit on Scara’s lap. He straddles his hips, hands gripping his shoulders for balance. Sethos bites his lip, awaiting his next instructions.
“W-what next…?”
”You know. Please me.” Suppressing a little whimper, Sethos nods. With shaky hands he pulls down Scara’s pants, stopping when his cock is finally exposed.
“Go on. Show me how much you want it.” At Scara’s advice, Sethos positions himself on top of his cock. He sinks down on it, gasping at the familiar stretch. After a few seconds of adjusting, Sethos rocks his hips forward. He whimpers, and does it again, chasing the delicious pleasure. Hands grip his waist, controlling his movement and making him go faster. The room quickly fills with sounds of skin slapping, heavy breaths, soft groans, and moans. Scara bites and sucks into Sethos’ neck, filling him with hickeys and bite marks. All the sensations rush to Sethos’ head, pushing him closer to the edge.
“I think I- ah…! ‘M gonna cum…” His speech is all slurred, his body is trembling uncontrollably. He rocks his hips with more effort, riding Scara more vigorously.
“Ngh- I’m close too.” Scara lets out soft groans and heaving sighs. He tightened his grip on Sethos’ hips, moving him forward at a faster pace while also thrusting his hips in sync with his.
“Inside. Oh gods, please inside-!” Sethos arches his back and tilting his head up, crying out in wanton bliss. His brain is muddled and hazy, and all he can focus on is the cock currently moving in and out of him every thrust of his hips.
“I think I’m gonna-“ Scara’s grip suddenly loosens completely and his hands fall onto the bed. His head falls slack on the pillow and his mouth drops open to let out a moan. That’s when Sethos feels it.
“Ahhh!”
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Scara feels a warm sensation press against his body. Well, warm was putting it quite mildly. It was actually burning hot. It felt like touching a boiler. He opens his eyes and notices he’s sweating. He sits up but the burning feeling is suddenly gone. Scara realizes that it wasn’t him who was causing the burning sensation.
He turns his head at the person sleeping next to him. Scara gently shifts Sethos onto his back and damn, he wasn’t looking good. His dark skin was incredibly flushed, his breath was labored, and his body was glistening with sweat. A pale hand presses against his forehead, he was getting hotter by the second. He looked ill.
“Seth, wake up.” Scara shakes Sethos by his shoulder, trying to wake him. “Wake up. Come on.”
A soft moan escapes Sethos’ lips, and his head tilts up. This startles Scara and he gets more confused. He shakes Sethos with more effort. Sethos’ eyelids flutter open, revealing glossy green eyes almost swallowed whole by huge dilated pupils. They’re unfocused for a second, wandering around the room before center onto Scara.
“W-what…” Sethos sits up, clearly confused. From the bottom of his eye, Scara can see a visible tent in between the other’s legs. He tries not to focus too hard on it.
“You suddenly started heating up and you looked very feverish. Is something wrong? Are you sick?” Sethos simply stares at him, face unreadable and not saying anything which was highly unusual for someone as chatty as Sethos. Suddenly he grabs Scara’s shoulders and pushes him onto the bed, straddling his lap and pinning him there.
“The fuck-!” He squirms, trying to free himself from the surprisingly strong grip on his shoulders. Scara’s face suddenly turns pink when he realizes Sethos is sitting right on top of his crotch. “What do you think you’re doing? Get off!” He scowls, pushing(or at least trying to) Sethos off of him.
“Sorry! I-I’m sorry!” Sethos lets go of his shoulders. “I just- I can’t help myself! You looked so beautiful I just couldn’t…” He trails off. Still, that leaves Scara very confused.
“What? What do you mean?”
Sethos fidgets with his hair. “I had a dream about…riding you…” He mumbles the last part very quietly to the point Scara almost didn’t hear him. But he did, and it left him feeling…surprised? Speechless? Scara didn’t even know.
“Uh…” It all made sense now. “So I guess that’s why you started getting feverish. Because you had a wet dream.” Sethos nods, his bangs bouncing with his head.
“I can get off…I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that-“
“No.”
The younger male gasps when he feels hands latch themselves onto his waist. He looks down at Scara with a surprised face.
“It’s…fine.”
“Huh?”
“You can…ride me if you want.” Scara almost wanted to take back his words but then again, he also didn’t. He and Sethos weren’t new to sex but he never knew how it felt to be ridden. This was definitely gonna be another first for him.
“You’re okay with it?” Sethos’ eyes glimmered in the moonlight-illuminated darkness. Scara bites his lips and nods. And at that, Sethos springs into action. He grabs the waistband of his pajama pants and hastily takes them off. He throws them to the side and then hooks his fingers around Scara’s mesh shorts. Sethos glances up and the older nods his head in approval. He quickly pulls down the shirts until his hard cock becomes visible. Sethos’ breathing becomes quicker and he adjusts himself on top of Scara’s cock.
He sinks down until the tip enters his hole and moans. He takes a deep breath and lowers himself down further as much as he can. Sethos cries out in pleasure and plants his hands on either side of Scara’s head. He leans down and his long loose hair creates a curtain around both of their faces. The room becomes all stuffy and hot but Scara thinks it might just be them. He unconsciously pushes Sethos down on his cock, making both of them moan out. Eventually Sethos is able to get the entire dick inside and takes a few short moments to adjust.
He starts rocking his hips, slowly at first. He sighs in bliss, reveling in the way Scara’s cock caresses his insides in all the best ways. Sethos speeds his pace up, making his hair swish slightly. A hand on his waist moves under his shirt, fingertips softly trail up his stomach to his chest. Scara gently pinches one of his nipples which elicits a yelp out of Sethos’ mouth. He does it again, causing the boy on top of him to moan again and grab his wrist.
“Please- ah! Do that again! Oh gods, oh gods, please…! I feel so good, I need more!” The neediness in Sethos’ voice almost causes Scara to cum right then and there. Of course it was pathetic but can you really blame him? The gods above blessed him with the most precious person he could’ve ever known. Sethos was beautiful and was also everything that Scara wasn’t. And yet somehow he chose him. Someone like Sethos could’ve easily found someone else but he didn’t. He chose to stay with Scara despite his…well, everything.
Arms wrap around Sethos’ waist and pull him down toward Scara. The fabric of his shirt rubs against his sensitive nipples, making him whimper. He cups Scara’s face with his hands and pull him in for a bruising, sloppy yet passionate kiss. Sethos rides Scara faster and harder, making them both moan which is muffled by the kiss. The latter breaks the kiss and traces his lips on Sethos’ neck. Then he bites, and bites hard.
“Ahh! Fuck! Please! Do that again…” Just hearing that makes Scara thrust his hips up by accident but judging from his loud moan and tight clench around his cock, Sethos enjoyed it. “Again! Please- ngh! Again!” At Sethos’ request, Scara started thrusting his hips up against the other’s. They both moan again, and Scara reaches a hand up to pull Sethos’ shirt down his shoulder to bite it, decorating his dark skin with more bites and hickeys.
Their lips meet again for another filthy but short kiss. The two boys maintain eye contact, losing themselves in the arousal visible in each other’s eyes.
”I think I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum soon…” Sethos whispers, his voice quivering. Scara nods, holding his waist so tight he starts bruising the skin with his fingertips.
It only takes another couple thrusts for Sethos to moan out and his cock to start to spill out ropes of cum onto Scara’s shirt. He tilts his head back and arches his back. He closes his eyes, relishing in the peaceful bliss of pleasure. But that bliss is soon disrupted when he feels Scara cums inside him and fills him with ropes of white. He moans so loud Scara was afraid someone could’ve heard it.
Sethos flops down on the bed and Scara moves with him, landing on top of him. Scara could feel the heartbeat of the one beneath him against his own heartbeat. The older male reaches over on the bedside table to grab Sethos’ phone, gazing at the time on the screen then sighing and putting it back. They stay like that for a few moments, catching their breaths and cooling their bodies down.
Until Sethos speaks up. “Another round?” Scara lifts himself up by his arms and stares at him.
“Was that not enough for you?”
“Hey, I never said that. I enjoyed it. I just like the feeling of you inside me, I guess.” Sethos cups Scara’s cheek with his hand and pulls him in for a quick little kiss. “Come on, tough guy. What’s one more?”
“But it won’t be one more. I’ll just end up fucking you for the entire night until morning.”
“Are you saying you don’t want to?” Sethos arches one brow and smirks.
“What-? No, I-…” Scara sighs. “Tch. Fine. But if you end up losing your ability to walk in the morning, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Eh, I can live with that.” Scara rolls his eyes but reaches down to lift up Sethos’ shirt.
The latter does the same, throwing Scara’s cum-stained shirt to the side. “Definitely won’t need this.”
Suddenly he’s turned over on to his stomach. Scara grabs his hips and raises his ass up in the air. Sethos could feel the cum drip out of his hole and down his thigh. Thumbs pry at his hole, spreading it wider. Sethos moans softly, gripping the pillow in front of him and arching his back.
This was gonna be a long night.