VI 💿

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“Mm, don’t—” he squirms a little, hips rolling into yours, and grits his teeth. “Don’t make it weird, man.”

“Rex,” you breathe, fingers flexing where you hold his hips, “our dicks are literally touching. This is like peak gay.”

He looks at you through his lashes, the green of his irises a thin ring around his blown pupils, and his bottom lip juts out in a petulant pout. Some of his red hair’s slipped out from its bun, clings to the sweat on his forehead.

You grab his face, suck his bottom lip into your mouth and scrape your teeth along the plump flesh. Rex lets out a strangled sound in the back of his throat, a cross between a groan and a whimper.

He grabs the back of your head, leans back where you have him crowded against the table, and drags you down to slot your mouths together. So much for no kissing.

It’s sloppy, his tongue tracing your molars and laving over your own. Hot and slick with precum, every glide of your cock against his sends a thrill down your spine, sparks of pleasure that make your blood sing.

“Fuuuck,” Rex groans against your mouth, “‘m gonna come.”

“C’mon, Rex,” you peck his swollen lips, rock harder against him. The table groans and creaks under your combined weight. “Do it on me. Come on me.”

His nails bite into the skin of your biceps, and his hips stutter in their rhythm. Rex muffles a whine into your throat, his warm breath fanning over your damp collarbones.

You look down, eagerly watching him come undone. His cock, trapped between yours and his abdomen, jerks and twitches. Thick, white streaks spill from the flushed tip, rolling over your length and dripping onto his skin.

You moan at the sight, feel yourself succumb to the mounting pleasure. Your own cum drips onto him, wets his cock and dampens the red hair at the base. You can’t help dropping more of your weight on him, pressing your fronts together to feel the combined mess on your skin.