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George lets out a long, pathetic moan as Max fucks him hard. With each forceful thrust, he shoves George higher and higher up the bed, pushing his face into the sheets, only to drag him back down onto his dick by the hips. George cries, fingers clawing at the fabric as a particularly hard thrust makes him arch.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whines, trying to get himself together. He can feel his ass swallowing around Max’s cock, and they’ve used so much lube that the sounds turn obscene. Wet, filthy little noises that make George squirm on Max’s dick. Fingers dig into the meat of his hips and drag him back down whenever George unconsciously tries to run from it.
Behind him, Max licks the sweat from his upper lip and shakes his head. “Take it. Take that shit.” His own moan is deep and breathy, loud and ragged, as he trails his other hand down to George’s right ass cheek and spreads it apart, watching his rim stretch loosely around him. It’s red and shiny, slick with lube and come. Max doesn’t know how many times he’s come in George already, but he wants to keep going until his dick fucking hurts and George’s stomach is swollen with it.
“Max–ah,” George whimpers with a soft cry. His eyes sting and his fingers keep flexing into the sheets like he can't quite get a grip. The way Max is fucking him is so hard and forceful, that it smashes his face into the comforter. George feels stupid. Dumb. Like the only thing he knows anymore is pain and pleasure. His eyelids flutter when Max’s cock grazes his prostate again and he moans. A loud “mmm” that gets muffled by his teeth as he bites his lip.
A sharp smack to his ass makes him cry out, ass clenching up tight. “Don’t you dare fucking hide your noises. I want to hear everything.”
“Shit–Max. Max–ah,” he whines. George can feel his own drool smear up the side of his face where his mouth is open and he's blissed out drooling dumb. Max slides in and out of him rhythmically. His dick a nasty, slick slide that makes his rim stretch and burn. Come from the last few times they’ve fucked trails down his thighs and balls, and it makes him shudder.
Max slows his pace to a slow stroke when he feels George shuddering, to give him a slow deep-dicking. He grabs George by the hair and tilts his head up to whisper in his ear, adjusting his hips so that he can slide deeper into George. Deep enough to make him feel that shit in his chest. “You like that?” he purrs into his ear, and George sobs.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?” Max demands, pulling out to the tip before slamming straight back in, hitting George’s shit just right. Tears cling to George’s ridiculously long lashes as he curls his toes hard enough to hurt.
“Yes, sir. I like it. I like it so much when you fuck me.”
Max lets go of his hair to roughly shove his face back down into his own drool spot, and grips both of his hips to snap into George at a punishing pace. “You like this dick?” he asks rhetorically, flinging sweat out his eyes to forcefully bounce George's ass back on his dick. “You fucking love my fat dick, don't you?”
George sobs something unintelligible into the covers, and Max laughs. “You’re so fucking pathetic,” he growls. He pulls George back up by the hair again, lifting his head. “Bounce that ass back, Georgie. Put in some work.” He tells him, slapping his ass again. The round, meaty flesh jiggles and swells red, and Max gropes it roughly. Hard enough to make George keen, his cock spurting pearly drops of precome against his thighs, mixing with the messy wetness already there from Max’s come.
Max slows and leans back on his haunches, giving George just enough space to push up onto trembling hands and knees and start bouncing back on him. He starts slow—but when Max gives a sharp thrust upward, jostling him, George really throws it back. His dick bobs red and aching in the air each time he comes down on Max’s cock, and he barely has the presence of mind to wrap a hand around himself, tugging needily. He’s so fucking wet, precome spilling over his fingers like a leaky faucet as he thumbs the head. The stimulation from his dick and his ass makes him jerk and whine, his movements slowing until he’s left sitting in Max’s lap, Max’s dick still buried deep inside him.
Max snickers again.
“Aww? This dick tire you out?” he mocks. George tiredly flips him off and pushes himself back up onto all fours. “No–” he pouts, feeling like a brat. “I thought you said you were gonna make me feel it in my guts? I barely feel anything.”
“Oh, really?” Max hums, meanly shoving George’s face back down into the bed. George feels his heart race and toots his ass up in excitement. Max slides his dick back and forth between George’s wet ass cheeks before pulling back to dip two fingers into his ass. George shivers and clenches around them.
“Always such a fucking brat,” Max breathes, parting George’s sloppy hole to let his come spill out and down his wet balls. He plays with him for a minute—letting his come fall out only to push it back in, smiling every time George lets out these quiet breathy noises that make his dick drool.
“You just need someone to fuck it out of you.”
He grabs his cock, slicks it up again with his own come and lube, then lines the tip back up with George’s ass and pushes into the hilt. George is so fucking hot and wet around him. He trembles, strong thighs clenching, and can’t help thinking that his ass feels like coming home.
“Come on, Max—fuck me,” George whines, slowly rocking himself back and forth on Max’s cock. He can feel the familiar ache and burn of a good, brutal dicking sting his ass. Max gropes his thighs and tuts, “Impatient.”
It isn’t long before he’s fucking George again. They’re both tired, sore, oversensitive, but this is the kind of dirty, nasty fucking you can only do in the dark when everyone’s out. The we shouldn’t even be fucking, but we are kind of sex. The kind that makes George bite the pillow and cry, tears streaming down his face because Max is fucking him so good, that George can feel that shit in his stomach.
Every fucking thrust makes his belly barely push in and out. He feels Max grope at his stomach, fingers needing and pushing down against the barely there bulge.
“You feel that shit?” Max whispers darkly into George’s ear. “That’s me in your guts right now. I’m making you cry because it feels so fucking good.” George moans and babbles, pushing his face down into the bed to muffle himself, nails biting into the skin of his hands, and sobs to Max that he's about to come.
He feels it building, like a water balloon being pressed down on, too much pressure until it bursts, water overflowing everywhere. But in this case, his come over Max's hand when the older wraps his hand around his dick and jacks him off until he spills messily.
“Come in me,” George tells him breathless, like Max isn’t already going for the fourth–fifth time. A few more bruising thrusts and Max comes hot and heavy inside him, leaving George feeling impossibly full. Max uses his ass like a cocksleeve, milking out the last of his orgasm until George paws at him, whining from oversensitivity.
“Look,” Max says, sliding the hand he used to jack George off up and down his twitching, puffy, red rim. He scoops up his own cum, mixing it with George’s that's staining his hand and shoves it into his mouth. George watches with hooded eyes and groans. He’s so fucking gross. George wants to stick his motherfucking tongue down his throat.
“Open up,” Max grins, tapping his finger against George’s lips. George already knows what he has in mind and—
It’s fucking disgusting.
And he's never scrambled to do something so quick in his life.
He sits back on shaking knees and opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out to let Max spit their mixed come into it. Before he can even swallow, Max grabs his jaw and pulls him into a nasty ass kiss that's all teeth, tongue, and too much come. It’s disgusting: the way George pushes the mess into Max’s mouth, only for Max to feed it right back to him. They slide tongues against each other and clink teeth until the come is all gone and only thick globs of spit remain.
“What do you say?” Max asks, licking the trail of spit from George’s mouth.
“Thank you, sir.”