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Sand smiled as he looked down at his cute, small boyfriend, who was lying beneath him on the sweat-soaked sheets. Ray’s short hair was disheveled, sticking to his flushed forehead, and the rosy flush of pleasure colored his cheeks as his small body arched beneath Sand.
Both of their bodies were covered with a thin layer of sweat, which shimmered in the dim light of the bedroom, making each well-defined muscle on Sand’s torso glisten as if it had been sculpted from hot marble. His skin shivered at the touch of Ray’s paler body, who clung to him as if he were his only source of oxygen. Every movement generated more heat between them, the friction of skin against skin causing the sweat to mix, sliding down their hips, thighs, and arched backs with each slow, deep thrust.
—Damn, Ray... you’re so tight—Sand groaned, his voice rough with lust as his tall body loomed over his lover. His abdominal muscles tensed with each push, tiny droplets of sweat falling from his forehead and sliding down his neck, disappearing into the hollow between his pecs.
Ray gasped against Sand’s neck, feeling the sharp heat radiating from his body. The sheets beneath him were soaked, not just with sweat, but with the desire that had built up between them—the kind of heat that only comes from slow, intense, and completely surrendered sex.
It was right then, in the midst of that burning climax, when Ray felt an uncomfortable urge...
Sand growled softly, his face flushed with effort and excitement. The heat between their bodies was almost suffocating. Each time he thrust, a thin layer of sweat shimmered more intensely over him, outlining his tense biceps and sculpted abdomen, which contracted rhythmically with every movement.
Ray panted, his small body completely surrendered beneath Sand’s weight. He was hot, damp, his soft, sweat-beaded skin sticking to the crumpled, wet sheets. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breath mixing with soft moans that escaped from his slightly parted lips.
His thighs trembled slightly, spread and tense around Sand’s waist, drops of sweat sliding down the curve of his ribs, following the path to his belly button and the base of his erection. The constant friction of Sand’s body against his made him shiver with every thrust, every skin-to-skin contact
Sand leaned closer, lowering his face to Ray’s neck, where he planted a trail of wet kisses. The salty taste of Ray’s sweat only turned him on more. —God... you’re so hot... and so beautiful like this,—He murmured hoarsely, his tongue tracing a slow path from Ray’s collarbone to his jaw.
Ray moaned loudly, digging his nails into the sweaty expanse of Sand’s back, feeling how their bodies slid against each other. They were so connected, so surrendered to each other, that the world seemed to shrink down to the heat, the scent of sex, the wet, rhythmic sound of their bodies coming together.
It was just then, when Sand was preparing to take Ray’s lips in a deeper kiss, that Ray’s body gave the first warning...
Ray felt a sudden twist in his abdomen, one that had nothing to do with pleasure. The heat between his legs still throbbed urgently, but the discomfort in his stomach began to mix dangerously with the intensity of Sand’s thrusts.
—Sand... I...—Ray murmured, his voice trembling, his eyes clouded with a mix of pleasure and panic.
Sand barely heard him. He was too focused on him, on the way Ray’s body welcomed him, warm, tight, and wet. His hips moved with a deeper, slower rhythm, almost reverent. The sound of their bodies meeting mixed with Ray’s stuttering gasps and Sand’s deep growl.
Ray tried to resist the urge. He clung tightly to Sand’s shoulders, his thighs tightening further around his waist, his ass rubbing against Sand’s stomach with every thrust. Sweat dripped down his neck, sliding down to the center of his chest, where it met with Sand’s, merging them further.
But his body wouldn’t obey.
—W-Wait, Sand—Ray gasped, weakly pushing against his chest. —I’m going to...—
The sound that followed was impossible to ignore: a wet, audible fart that broke the air with an unexpected force.
Sand stopped dead in his tracks. His muscles tensed, his breath still heavy. For a moment, the world seemed to fall into silence.
Ray paled, then turned as red as a cherry. He covered his face with both hands, wishing he could disappear into the soaked sheets. —Oh no... no... I’m sorry!— he sobbed, embarrassed, his body still burning, still trembling.
And then, Sand let out a laugh.
It was warm, deep, completely delighted.
—Ray...— he chuckled, still not pulling away even an inch. —Only you could let something like that slip during the best fuck of our lives.—
Ray moaned and turned, burying his face into Sand’s sweaty neck. His embarrassment was as intense as the heat between his legs that hadn’t quite faded.
But Sand didn’t let go. Instead, he leaned in to kiss Ray’s sweat-drenched cheek, murmuring against his ear:
—You’re still incredibly hot, you know? You’re driving me crazy... farts and all.—
Ray’s eyes widened in shock.
—W-What?—
“It hasn’t changed anything. You’re still as sexy as hell.” Sand slid a hand down Ray’s slippery side, caressing his waist before moving to his soft, sweaty ass, still hot from their contact. “And if you’ll let me... I want to keep going. I want to make you forget this with pleasure.”
Ray swallowed hard. His heart was racing, and despite his embarrassment, his body still burned with desire.
—Do you really want...?—
—Mmm, yes,—Sand whispered, kissing the line of Ray’s neck, inhaling his scent, his warmth. —I want to be inside you again... feel how you hold me with that delicious, sweaty body. Even if it sounds like a storm.—
Ray laughed through his tears, his cheeks still burning, and nodded slowly, his voice barely a whisper.
—Then... do it.—
And with a smile, Sand took him again.
Sand positioned himself once more between Ray’s legs, which were loosely wrapped around his waist. His gaze ran over his boyfriend’s sweaty, vulnerable body—the shiny skin slick with moisture, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths, the blush spreading across his face and neck. Ray was an adorable mess, and at that moment, he was also the sexiest thing Sand had ever seen.
Slowly, Sand slid back inside him, and both of them let out a moan filled with restrained desire. Ray’s insides were hot, pulsing, trembling, as if still begging for more despite everything that had happened.
—Damn, Ray... I’ve never felt you like this,—Sand murmured, his voice rough and trembling. —So soft… so responsive…—
Ray squeezed his eyes shut, a gasp escaping his throat as his back arched slightly. The feel of the soaked sheets beneath him, the sweat sliding down his stomach, the weight of Sand’s warm body on top of him… it all enveloped him in an ecstasy that stole his breath away.
Sand’s movements were slower now, deeper, as if savoring every inch of Ray. A drop of sweat fell from his forehead, sliding down the bridge of his nose before landing on Ray’s chest, mixing with his own. The air between them was thick, saturated with the smell of sex, sweat... and something more.
And then, another little fart slipped out of Ray, soft, almost shy.
Ray covered his eyes with both hands, muttering a curse under his breath. But Sand didn’t stop.
Instead of pulling away, he let out a guttural groan and thrust again, slow, deep, so deep that Ray let out a long, trembling moan.
—Shhh...— Sand whispered, pulling Ray’s hands away from his face. —I told you, I don’t care. Your stomach’s upset, and you’re still taking me like a damn dream.—
Ray blinked, biting his lip. The desire inside him kept growing, even amidst the embarrassment. His cheeks burned as much as his entrance, which pulsed around Sand’s member.
—Do you still... want me like this?— he whispered, his voice unsure.
Sand stared at him, then lowered his head to capture his lips in a slow, wet kiss, full of affection and desire.
—I want you to cum while you keep farting,— he growled in a low, dirty voice, nibbling on Ray’s bottom lip. —That shows me you’re relaxed. That you trust me. And that turns me on so fucking much…—
Ray let out a nervous laugh, somewhere between disbelief and pure excitement. Then Sand began moving with more determination, maintaining the deep rhythm, while one of his hands descended between their bodies to find Ray's hard dick.
He gripped it firmly and began to stimulate it with expert precision, while his thrusts hit with a hypnotic, wet rhythm, filling the room with raw, authentic body sounds.
Sweat poured down their bodies, their chests sliding as they rubbed against each other, their hips colliding with dirty, sensual force. Ray gasped and whimpered between kisses, his moans mixing with the occasional treacherous fart that caused low, excited laughs from Sand, without ever losing rhythm or focus.
—S-Sand... I’m going to...—Ray gasped, writhing beneath him.
—Do it, baby,— Sand whispered, pressing his forehead against Ray's. —Come for me. Like this, with everything. You’re perfect.—
And with a sharp moan, Ray’s body trembled violently, his back arching as his semen splashed across his abdomen and Sand’s in hot waves, while another small fart escaped his body with a comical sound, but it was insignificant compared to the pleasure enveloping him.
Sand growled loudly, feeling the rhythmic spasms of Ray’s insides tighten around him. With one last thrust, he came inside him, filling him with warmth, his body shaking as he buried his face in Ray's sweaty neck.
They both lay there, panting, covered in sweat, semen, the smell of sex, and... yes, a little gas. But Sand couldn’t be more in love.
Ray, despite the tremors in his limbs, laughed through his sobs, curling up against his boyfriend.
—I think I officially broke the sexy spell…—
—What spell?— Sand laughed. —This was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me.—
Sand stayed inside him a few seconds longer, savoring the enveloping heat and the residual spasms that still gripped his member with involuntary strength. Ray’s body was still trembling beneath him, his sweaty skin shining in the dim light of the room, as if covered in oil. His cheeks were flushed, his lips moist and slightly parted, and his thighs trembled with pure exhaustion... and latent desire.
Sand barely pulled back, slowly sliding out of Ray’s body, causing a rough sigh and a faint wet pop that made both of them shiver. He watched with delight as a thick trail of his semen slowly leaked from his boyfriend’s swollen entrance, slipping between his cheeks in a murky line, mixed with sweat and fluids.
Ray looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, his face still flushed.
—You’re looking at me like you want to eat the mess I am…—
Sand smiled wickedly, sliding two fingers between Ray’s cheeks, collecting the trail of semen that was escaping.
—And what if I do?— He murmured, bringing his fingers to his mouth without breaking eye contact. —You taste like you. Like me. Like dirty, perfect sex.—
Ray let out a short, gasping laugh, an involuntary shiver running through his whole body.
Sand leaned over him again, slowly licking the sweat off his collarbone, savoring it, leaving a wet trail up to his neck. He gently bit the skin there, right where he could feel Ray’s rapid pulse, while one of his hands caressed the boy’s damp side, slowly sliding down his ribs until it rested again on his hip.
—Do you think you’re empty now?— He asked with a guttural purr, letting his pelvis rest gently against Ray’s.
Ray moaned, his erection barely recovering, still sensitive but clearly alive.
—Mmh... I don’t know,— he whispered, tilting his neck so Sand could keep kissing him. —Maybe if you keep licking me like that... I’ll recharge.—
—Perfect,— Sand murmured, lowering his tongue between Ray’s pectorals, collecting drops of sweat as if they were nectar. “I’m going to taste every inch. I’m not leaving you a single dry spot.”
Ray laughed, hoarse, between gasps, as his fingers buried themselves in Sand’s damp hair.
The hot breath of the other now traveled down his stomach, stopping right at the line of semen staining his belly button. Sand paused there, licking the residue with an almost reverent devotion, closing his eyes and moaning low, as if the taste was intoxicating him. Then he lifted his gaze, his mouth glistening. His damp hair stuck to his forehead, and a smile that promised everything but rest.
—This is just the beginning,— he said, before lowering his head again, determined to keep worshiping his boyfriend with his tongue, lips, and more.
Sand’s tongue descended down Ray’s trembling stomach until it reached his partially erect dick, still wet and sensitive. He slowly enveloped it with his lips, letting it slide down to the back of his throat while his firm hands kept the boy’s trembling hips open.
Ray let out a broken cry, arching his back, the mix of sweet pain and electric pleasure shaking him to his core.
—S-Sand... It’s too... nnh— it’s too much!—
But Sand didn’t stop. He sucked with a slow, steady rhythm, swallowing each spasm with reverence. His saliva mixed with the remnants of semen, creating wet, filthy sounds that filled the room with shameless music. Ray bit his lips, moaning uncontrollably, as his fingers tugged at his boyfriend’s damp hair.
Ray's body was burning. His skin slid under Sand's hands, wet, sticky, vulnerable. His thighs trembled on the edge of another orgasm. Just when he thought he was going to come again, Sand stopped, letting his erection slip out with a wet, shiny pop.
Ray gasped, trembling.
—Why... why are you stopping?—
Sand moved up, leaving a trail of soft kisses down to his chest. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling him against his sweaty torso, his hot breath in his ear.
—Because I want to take it slow now,—he whispered, stroking his back with lazy fingers. — want to feel you fully, no rush. Just you and me.—
Ray relaxed in his arms, still gasping. Their bodies still gleamed under the light, slippery and warm. The heat between them lingered like a living bond. Sand held him tight, not stopping the kisses on his shoulders, jaw, and temple. He murmured soft words Ray could barely understand, but they warmed his chest in a way that was different from sex.
Ray slid his fingers down Sand’s sweaty back, caressing him too.
—I’m all yours,— he said, his voice low. —Do whatever you want with me.—
Sand looked him in the eyes, intensely, their noses nearly brushing.
—Then I want this—he murmured. —I want you to let me back in, slowly. This time... to stay.—
Ray kissed him. It was a soft, sweet kiss, but dirty from the sweat and semen still covering them. It was everything Sand needed. He settled between his boyfriend’s legs again, carefully guiding himself toward the still sensitive entrance.
He entered slowly, as if sliding into a sanctuary, and they both moaned in unison, their faces together, their foreheads pressed, breathing each other’s air.
They moved like that, slowly, skin against skin, sweat mingling, kissing, breathing softly, no need for words. Each thrust was a promise. Each gaze, a confession.
It was sex, yes, but also something more.
It was belonging.
Ray had barely had time to catch his breath when he felt Sand harden inside him again. The weight of his body on top was crushing, delicious. Sand watched him with a gaze darkened by lust, sweat dripping down his temples, lips swollen from the kisses, his chest slippery from the accumulated heat.
—I'm not finished with you, Ray,— he snarled, his voice hoarse like an approaching storm.
Ray gasped. His body was still throbbing, sensitive and exhausted, but that look was turning him on again. His asshole contracted around the dick still inside him, and Sand felt it.
—That's it... look at you, so tight again. Your body is begging me not to stop.—
Before Ray could respond, Sand grabbed him by the hips hard and spun him around in one motion. Ray ended up on his stomach, his face sunk into the wet pillow and his ass exposed, glistening with sweat and the remnants of previous encounters. Sand spread his legs roughly, licking his lips at the delicious sight before him.
—I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow,— he growled, leaning down to give him a bite on one buttock, marking his skin with his teeth.
Ray moaned loudly, his voice drowned out by the pillow.
Sand penetrated him with a single deep, savage thrust, drawing a hoarse scream from Ray. There was no more holding back. His hips began to thrust hard, his pelvis slamming against his boyfriend's soft buttocks, generating a wet, carnal, rhythmic sound. The room was filled with gasps, moans, the intense smell of used bodies.
Sweat dripped from Sand’s chin onto Ray’s back. His hands gripped him firmly by the waist, digging his fingers into his skin, leaving marks. With each thrust, Ray’s body trembled, his face flushed, his voice turning into an erotic moan he could barely control.
—Sand...! More... harder!—Ray shouted, his eyes wet and his lips trembling.
Sand growled like an animal, leaning forward, and began thrusting faster, harder. The sound of their sex became vulgar, explicit, glorious. Ray was crying from pleasure. His body no longer responded, but his soul screamed for more.
—Look at you,” Sand panted in Ray’s ear. —Soaked in sweat, trembling for me, moaning like a needy little dog... you’re made for this, Ray. For me.—
Ray could only sob his name, completely surrendered, undone. The muscles along his back glistened under the light. Sand’s body covered him entirely, like an uncontrollable storm doing nothing but claiming what was his.
The climax was approaching. Sand would not slow down, sinking again and again, relentlessly. Ray screamed as his body exploded without even touching, his fluids staining the sheets for the third time. His asshole clenched tightly around Sand, who let out a brutal grunt and cum inside him, filling him completely, his hips still thrusting as he unloaded
The silence that followed was as intense as the orgasm itself. Only the sound of sweat dripping onto the mattress could be heard, their bodies stuck together, breath coming in exhausted gasps.
Sand collapsed on top of Ray, covering him with his weight but never letting go of his embrace.
—Ray... he whispered in a hoarse voice. —You’re… incredible.—
Ray could only smile through tears and soft whimpers, his body still trembling with post-orgasmic spasms. He felt Sand’s warmth, his scent, his essence spilling inside him. And he loved him. Wildly.
They had barely sunk into the soaked sheets when Ray’s body let out another loud fart, sudden and unapologetic, just as Sand was still buried deep inside him. The sound was wet, long, shamelessly vibrant.
Sand let out a deep, uninhibited laugh as Ray’s trembling body shivered beneath his.
—Ray, for fuck’s sake!—Sand laughed hoarsely, his chest still rising and falling with effort. —Are you trying to blow me out with explosives?—
Ray covered his face, mortified, but also laughing weakly behind his fingers. His ass was still pulsing around Sand’s semi-hard cock, and the gas trapped in his belly seemed to have come alive.
—I can’t help it… I think you loosened everything,—he groaned, laughing in embarrassed defeat.
Sand leaned down, licking the sweat off his back from the base of his spine to the nape of his neck, savoring the salty taste. Then he gripped Ray’s hips tightly, pushed in just a bit more, and murmured against his ear
—What if we keep going until there’s not a single fart left in you?
Ray let out a trembling giggle, but his voice carried a renewed hunger.
—You’re insane.—
—Insane for you, you gassy, gorgeous bastard,—Sand growled before starting a new round of slow, deep thrusts.
The sound of sex filled the room once more, this time interspersed with small bursts of gas escaping with every thrust. The mix of pleasure, embarrassment, and laughter had them both teetering on the edge of delirium. Ray cried from pleasure, from emotion, from sheer exhaustion… and because his body just wouldn’t stop making noises every time Sand pushed into him.
—God, that was another one... —Sand murmured, clearly aroused. —I’m milking you, babe.—
Ray sobbed, more from emotional overload than physical strain. His body had lost all control, and yet it surrendered again and again under every wild motion of his lover. When another loud fart echoed between their bodies, Sand let out a rough laugh, pressing his sweaty forehead against Ray’s back.
—You’re a fucking symphony of moans and farts, and I’m completely addicted.—
Ray moaned, laughing through his embarrassment and growing arousal. Sweat trickled down his brow, his back, his trembling, spread legs. Sand was fucking him like he wanted to brand him forever—and every sound, even the most humiliating ones, only seemed to turn him on more.
—I'm gonna cum again,—Sand panted, unable to hold back any longer. —Get ready to be filled so full there won't be room left for even a sigh.—
And with one last brutal thrust, Sand spilled deep inside Ray with a deep, guttural growl, clutching him tight. Ray moaned as his belly bubbled once more, and one final, loud, wet fart echoed between their bodies—blending with the last gasps and moans of climax.
Sand collapsed on top of Ray, panting, glued to his back like they were one single sweaty, spent body.
—What did I tell you?— he whispered hoarsely. —I emptied your soul… and your gas.—
Ray laughed weakly, his legs trembling beneath Sand’s weight.
Sand’s body was still twitching in slow waves against Ray’s, his ragged breath crashing against his boyfriend’s sweaty nape. He hadn’t moved an inch since coming inside him, still buried to the hilt, like he never wanted to let go.
Ray, crushed against the mattress, trembled—soaked in a filthy mix of sweat, cum, and the humid scent of his own lingering farts that still clung to the air.
—I can’t move…—Ray murmured, voice hoarse and half-defeated by exhaustion and intensity.
Sand let out a rough, almost animalistic laugh, and bit his neck gently—just enough to leave a mark.
—That means I did my job right, baby. Left you empty... and honking like a broken trumpet.—
Ray chuckled weakly, though his ass throbbed with each lingering twitch of Sand still pulsing inside him. Another soft fart slipped out—barely a warm whisper between their bodies—but Sand felt it vibrate right against his still-hard cock, and he moaned involuntarily.
—Ray… fuck… I’m not done with you yet,— he growled, suddenly reignited by that wet sound and the trembling body trapped beneath him.
Without waiting for an answer, Sand lifted himself just enough and thrust in again—his cock still sensitive, but quickly regaining its hardness.
Ray cried out, clutching the sweat-soaked —Aaaaahh...! Sand… I can't... anymore...—
—Yes, you can,—he growled, panting between thrusts. —Your body was made for this. To take me. To empty and fill over and over again.—
Ray could no longer tell pain from pleasure, sweat from cum, or moans from the involuntary farts that burst out every time Sand slammed into him. It was wild. It was uncontrollable. It was disgustingly beautiful.
Sand flipped him over without pulling out, their faces now inches apart, and kissed him with desperation, hunger, and a primal need that refused to be satisfied. The kiss was a chaotic blend of moans, spit, bites, and breathless laughter.heets, his back arching from the shock.
The sharp pain mingled with a sadistic, delicious pleasure, and his body betrayed him—he came again without even being touched, just from feeling Sand pounding into him without mercy.
—Look at me, Ray,—he ordered, voice deep and rough. —Look at me while I wreck you with love.—
Ray met his gaze, eyes glassy from tears and pleasure, lips parted, face flushed—and let out another gasping fart, this time mixed with a trembling moan.
Sand grinned like a satisfied predator, and with one final burst of savage thrusts, he came again, growling from deep within his chest.
Ray felt everything—hot, throbbing, pouring into him like molten lava.
They both collapsed, panting, spent, drenched, and wrapped around each other.
—This room is going to need an exorcism... —Ray whispered, with a weak laugh.
Sand kissed his sweaty cheek.
—.And I'm going to need therapy. But damn, it was worth every second.
They both laughed, between the aftershocks of orgasm and the sticky heat of their intertwined bodies.
The night had been theirs. Brutal, intimate, animalistic... and full of love.
Ray moaned weakly when Sand lifted him in his arms, his legs still trembling, hanging around his boyfriend’s waist. Both of their bodies were sticky, covered in a thin layer of sweat, semen, and the marks of their wild surrender.
The room was infused with sex, but at that moment, only the warmth of the arms that held him mattered.
—.Let me clean you up, babe —murmured Sand, placing a kiss on Ray's damp forehead.
The bathroom was softly lit by the hallway light, casting gentle shadows on the tiled walls. Sand turned on the warm water, holding Ray with one hand, and when the bathtub was half full, they got in together, enveloped in steam.
Ray let out a long sigh, his back resting against Sand's firm chest. The hot water surrounded his sore body, slowly soothing the muscle spasms and the burning between his legs. Sand held him carefully, caressing his stomach with one hand while the other absentmindedly played with his damp hair.
—How do you feel? —Sand asked, his voice low and soft against Ray's ear.
Ray closed his eyes, letting his head rest on Sand's shoulder.
—Broken... whole... loved... and still a little gassy.
Sand let out a warm, sincere laugh and kissed his cheek tenderly.
—You're a perfect mess, Ray.
Ray glanced at him sideways, his eyes still red but shining.
—Didn't I disgust you?
—No, baby. I fell even more in love with you.
The silence that followed was comfortable. Only the occasional splash of water and the sound of Sand's heart beating steadily against Ray's back. They were exhausted but at peace. United in both chaos and calm.
Sand took a sponge and began washing Ray slowly, with devotion. Each stroke was gentle, as if caressing something fragile and precious. Water ran down their pressed-together chests, carrying away remnants of their wild climax, but leaving untouched the affection that vibrated between them.
—Thanks for taking care of me —Ray whispered, his voice barely audible.
—Always. Doesn't matter if you're sexy, sweaty, crying, or farting like a broken engine. You're my Ray. Everything about you matters to me.
Ray didn't respond. He simply turned slightly and snuggled closer, letting Sand envelop him with both arms under the hot water.
There, in that narrow bathtub, two bodies worn by passion found refuge in something deeper. Something quieter. Something more lasting.
Love.