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The only sounds in their living room is the slap of skin-on-skin and wet, dirty noises that seem to be surround sound in the house. Well, those were the only noises until Arthur’s broken voice began to speak.
“Ohh, fuck, fuck,” Arthur groans, hands digging into Charles’s ass, knuckles nearly white as a ghost. “Charles-”
“Shhhh,” Charles hushes Arthur as he raises his hips up and then slowly back down. His tight and warm ass taking Arthur’s cock deep again. The slide of Arthur’s cock is smooth and the noises that come from Charles’s hole are wet.
Arthur whimpers, tears in his eyes ready to roll down his cheeks. Fuck, its too much. Even the air of a cracked open window against his skin far too much right now.
They’ve been at this for a while now. It felt so, so good at first. Charles rode Arthur with practiced ease, while a pink vibrator buzzed against Arthur’s sensitive prostate. It felt nice even, having something inside him while also having something so perfect around his dick.
But that was the start. Now? All of Arthur’s muscles tense, his cock aching and screaming at him to stop, the poor organ oversensitive as all hell. He thinks it's been three orgasms already (but his mind is also going a little foggy), and Charles is still riding him.
It doesn’t help that the vibrator against Arthur’s prostate is one of their most powerful ones. They bought it specifically for sessions of things like edging, milking, and post orgasm torture. One of Arthur’s favorite things being to have it pressed into Charles after an edging session.
“So big,” Charles groans, voice clearing away some of the lust clouds polluting Arthur’s mind currently. “So deep, fuck, shit. You fuck me so perfect.”
Charles chuckles at the pornstar moan Arthur lets out. “Always a sucker for dirty talk, baby,” he teases Arthur.
“Can’t blame you. I always find myself feeling empty and my cock leaking when you call me your slut, your whore. I could get hard from you asking what’s for dinner.”
Arthur watches with dark eyes how pre-come leaks from Charles’s cock on his chest, a sticky little puddle. The dirty talk is getting to him, Charles is just using all the tricks available to get Arthur overwhelmed as possible.
Arthur doesn’t even know how his husband is still going, Charles himself is two orgasms in (the upper half of Arthur’s chest is sticky with proof). That’s usually enough for Charles to call it a night, finish off Arthur if needed, get in the shower, and go to sleep.
As his eyes trail up and down Charles’s body, Arthur can see his dark skin has a slight blush to it, and there’s a line of sweat on his forehead. But he still doesn’t seem to be where Arthur is, not as ruined as Arthur feels.
“Please...” Arthur begs, tears finally running down his cheeks. Charles chuckles. The man stops riding Arthur, but instead grinds down, pressing Arthur’s cock right against his prostate.
“C’mon, Arthur,” Charles says, wrapping his arms tighter around Arthur, nails digging into his husband's back.
Arthur whimpers, “I-I can’t.”
“Keep going,” Charles says with a smile. It’s a command with no room for Arthur to disobey.
Arthur’s hands tremble as he moves his hands up from his husband’s ass to grab Charles’s hips. With the added help, Charles starts to ride him again, the squelch of cum music to their ears.
“No, I really-” Arthur breaths deep. It’s too much. It hurts, it’s not even fully pleasurable anymore. There’s always waves of pain in the ocean of pleasure he likes to get lost in.
Arthur’s not even close to calling his safeword, something twisted in his brain wants this to keep going.
“Charles! I-I really, really can’t-”
“Yes you can,” Charles says. His thumb brushes away some tears from Arthur’s now wet face. “I didn’t say you can stop, and I’m not hearing a safe word from you, darling.”
Arthur’s ass clenches around the vibrator when Charles’s ass clenches around his cock and it feels like he’s been stabbed. A choked groan leaves Arthur. Fuck, no. No no no no, he’s gonna cum again. He’ll die, he’ll actually die.
“Charles,” Arthur begs. A hand slapping down on Charles’s left hip, like a newborn baby hitting the floor, clumsy and unsure. “Gonna-”
“Hmm?” Charles says. He purposefully clenches down again, his ass like a vice around Arthur’s cock, drawing him closer to the edge. He knows what he’s doing, the little shit. “You’re gonna cum again? Poor baby.”
Charles’s voice drops low on ‘baby’, and Arthur comes right there.
The vibe on his prostate feels like a needle, sharp and painful as it relentlessly pulses vibration after vibration into the bundle of nerves. His cock pathetically spurts into Charles’s ass.
It’s runny, his balls struggling to pump out any more sperm on his fourth orgasm. His body shakes throughout the whole thing. Arthur’s nails dig into Charles’s hips like a lifeline.
“Ohhh, sweetheart,” Charles groans. His hips move slower, ass milking Arthur’s cock through the painful orgasm. “Bet that hurts, hm? Your poor dick.”
Instead of a verbal answer, Arthur begins to sob, full waterfalls of tears.
“Do you wanna stop?” Charles asks. Sure, they make each other cry plenty of times. Hell, just yesterday Arthur was making Charles cry from a spanking that left Charles unable to sit for the rest of the day.
Surprisingly, Arthur shakes his head. “N-No. Wanna, fuck, just one more time though,” Arthur takes a moment to breathe. “...want you to cum with me.”
Charles’s heart aches. Fuck, Arthur’s so perfect. So needy and so obedient. He smiles down at Arthur, the love of his life. Arthur’s like a painting, precious and valuable, the tear trails on his face like brush strokes.
Arthur sounds like a wounded animal when Charles begins to move again, a choked sob leaving him as Charles lets out a breathless laugh.