call me cas

After using your spit-slicked covered fingers to stretch Vigilante open to take your size, your partner impatiently swats your hand away with a gruff, "Ah ain't gunna break, doll." wrapping his hand around your dick and lining it to his rim, sinking into your length inch by inch. He lets out a pleased hum, his mouth parting behind the bandana, "oh my..."

"That's it, fuck..." you let out a long sigh from the intense feeling of his tight walls clenching around your cock, your hands feeling up the hero's toned stomach and sides as he sits still on top of you, adjusting. Greg pants out little puffs of air under the cloth covering half his face, head tilting back slightly.

Your blunt nails dig into his narrow hips, making the cowboy move his hand immediately to hold onto your wrist while the other splays over your stomach. He arches into your touch, letting out a soft groan.

"Language..." Greg manages to mutter weakly, southern accent thick with pleasure. The hat he wore tilted and the red bandana moistened slightly over his mouth. His heavy-lidded eyes were glazed over with bliss, his hole warming and fluttering around your girth.

You hum and reach over to cup the back of his neck, forcing him to bend down so you could capture his lips over the bandana. Greg's pink cheeks darken more, his own lips parting despite the fabric barrier and letting out a helpless whine. He moves his hips in experimental circles, lifting himself slowly and going back down, his ass flush against you.

"Don't be such a prude~" You whisper with a grin as you pull away, the back of your head resting against the pillow. Greg grumbles something under his breath, the rough texture of his palm and fingers caressing your pectoral lovingly. His other hand lifts his bandana aside, leaning forward more so you were chest-to-chest, his cock twitching- trapped between your lower abdomens.

"Bite me." Greg grunts, and you didn't need to be told twice. You cup his jaw and tilt his head, thumb swiping over his wet lips as you lean in to mouth at his throat. His hands linger on your shoulders and slowly come to a stop to hold onto your biceps, his eyes fluttering closed as you suck and bite along his neck.

Greg moans lowly, rolling his hips in sensual rhythms, feeling how your cock throbs along every bundle of nerves inside him. He lets go of your arms to get himself up, leaning back while gliding his fingers over your chest and down to your stomach. He then braces his hands behind him to grip the top of your thighs instead, chest puffed out and back arched. Was he showing of? Definitely. You didn't hide the fact that you enjoyed this display very much though, your dick pulsating.

You watch your partner with desire, biting your lower lip as your gaze roams over his body. Greg stares back at you with half-lidded eyes, pupils blown and heated. He chuckles warmly, his hips moving with more vigor, sweat-sheened skin slapping against skin as he continuously bounces on your length.

Greg pants out little gasps along with other wanton noises escaping his mouth, tilting his head back and not caring for his hat that fell aside from the movement, his black hair slicked with sweat and curling at the ends. He's clamping around you like a vice, his cock slapping against his stomach with each bounce- his pre leaking out the slit of his tip and smearing over both your stomachs.

Your chest rises and falls with ragged breathes, heart thudding rapidly against your ribcage as Greg took you so greedily. You were tempted to pin him down instead and fuck him stupid, but you didn't, letting your partner take the lead for now. He moans your name, airy and soft. The sound almost made you burst.

Greg feels a familiar coil in his lower abdomen, his thighs tensing and hips stuttering. "'m g-gunna cum..." he sniffles and blinks, tears rolling down his flushed cheeks. He looked pretty crying like that for such a tough guy, so damn pretty...

You rise from your laying position, your elbow digging into the bed to support your weight. Your free hand tugs the bandana he wore down to reveal the rest of his face, "c'mere, sweetheart..." you almost slur, dizzy with bliss. You touch his cheek tenderly and bring him into a wet kiss, his lips moving in sync with your own as you both practically devour each other.

Greg wraps his muscular arms around your neck, tilting his head and sighing into the kiss, his sensitive cock once again trapped between you both. His eyes close, rubbing his cock between you, cum painting your stomachs. Greg moans into the kiss, his walls clenching and fluttering during his high, your own cock feeling stimulated and erupting thick cum inside him in return- semen dripping where you're connected.

Greg goes limp on top of you, his arms still around your shoulders and his sweet ass not letting you go just yet. You didn't mind, smiling to yourself as you lower yourself back on the bed. You tilt your head to press a kiss on Greg's cheek, the other man smiling and nuzzling his nose below your ear.

You thought he was going to say something romantic, the way he was being so affectionate and soft... but no, his next words were sultry, his deep voice rumbling quietly into your ear.

"Fuck me into the mattress, doll. Get goin'."

You scoff, smirking at his boldness.

"Language."

"Chère...?" Remy murmurs, lifting his head away from your back carefully for just a moment, speaking in that smooth, southern drawl- more on the quiet side now that it was late and dimly lit in their shared bedroom. "You awake?"

You hum briefly in response, one hand on top of Remy's on your ribcage while the other rests under the pillow. You brush your thumb over his knuckles, the gesture lazy yet sweet. You tilt your head, eyes remaining closed as you spoke, "Yeah, you need something?" your voice came out raspy, tired.

Remy pouts a little, hand trailing down slowly to caress above your pelvis, "I want you," the Cajun begins in a sultry whisper, shifting his body closer, his fingers teasing the edge of your underwear's waistband, "If you in the mood, mon beau..."

The auburn haired man sounded hopeful, you picked up on that and smile in amusement. You shake your head lightly, resting your head back onto the pillow. "Not tonight, hotshot."

Remy huffs out a small whine, but doesn't protest despite how badly he wanted your cock to fill him up, stuff him full until he's a drooling mess... the thought alone makes his hips squirm briefly, his own hardness poking at the back of your thigh.

You smirk to yourself, sighing through your nose in feigned annoyance before speaking again in that stupidly calm tone. "Poor thing, you can use my thighs. If you're that desperate." Remy's boyfriend teases, making the mutant furrow his brows stubbornly. If you weren't facing your back to him, you would've commented how adorable he looked, just to rile him up.

Remy refrained from grumbling- he wanted your meaty dick instead, but this was better than jerking off alone in the bathroom...

He moves closer to you, cheeks flushed and eyes glassy. The Cajun unwraps an arm around you to pull down his boxers, his tip already pathetically weeping as he begins to use your thighs for relief.

He's panting softly against your skin, lips parted and eyes heavy-lidded while the side of his face is pressed between your shoulder blades again. Remy wasn't shy, openly moaning and panting when he felt good- his pre coating his cock with every thrust and making it easy to glide between your strong thighs.

Remy says your name so prettily when he's like this, his smoky voice breathy and so very needy, hands roaming your stomach and pectorals. His chest rubs into your back, nipples stiff and begging to be tugged or bitten. If only you were paying attention to him! You weren't even holding his hand...

When you purposely tense up your inner thigh muscles, Remy gasps- hips stuttering in the feeling of his flush cock getting trapped between those thick thighs, a shudder running up his spine. His tip couldn't even peek out on the other side whenever he thrusts in...