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He doesn't ask not because he's being creepy but because he knows you—knows if you don't want to he'll get a slap for this. But you do, so his big, oily hand slips down into your swimmers as he plays with your pussy & holds you back against his chest with his other arm making sure you can't squirm away from his fingers.

Proceeding that—that man goes to town in the munch department. He loves eating you up, licking, sucking, fingering you at varying paces whatever he can make you make those noises that make his cock throb & his pretty face contort into that happy surprise every time he does something right. He's an overachiever & makes sure that you cum twice before he finally focuses on himself.

His body on yours—it's slick & hot from the sun, firm & soft at the same time. Asking you to please give him head, he doesn't just ask he begs, pleads you, needy & whiny saying if you do it for him he'll keep eating you out—& he does, & every time you take him in your mouth he's shaking, petting your head & showing his appreciation by eagerly lapping at you as if he's dying of thirst.

When the sex comes—he moves like he's scared to hurt you. He knows he's a got a big fucking dick, he knows not everyone can take it. At first, on your sides so you can be fully open to him. When he's confident, missionary is where he gains a bit more speed & planks over you braced on his forearms & shaking as he sweats & smiles down at you whenever you moan. His hips move as do waves; rolling in & out making sure to grind his short pubic hair into your most sensitive places until you're shaking as much as he is.

Finishing in prone—butt up for him so he can fuck himself silly using your body moving faster & harder. His thumb grazes along the inside of your crack lashing to brush the pucker there. Your body has been used to the pounding, with the sudden pause & his slick thumb rubbing circles around the sensitive ring of flesh your burning body under the sun & the heat of his own flushes upon the realistion. Adrian is utterly fascinated with your asshole.

"I read something," The moment he speaks you know you're in for a rude surprise. Whenever he informs of you something he's read you know deep in your heart of hearts it's some god damn fucking bullshit he's done half an amount of research on then decided to guess the rest. "About trans guys? About... inside."

His thumb presses into you just enough the pressure makes you clench—hard, choking his cock earning a heavy throb inside you as a weight pulling down at your pelvis leaving you breathless & whining, trying to wriggle to get him moving but the panting, sweating, foggy-glasses man simply takes several quick hard breaths as he adjusts his glasses, sniffles, & keeps his focus on your ass.

"You guys grow prostates, right? Or, they kind of spawn in?" You're sorely mistaken this time—Adrian's actually correct about something for once. Now his thumb is carefully slipping into you with hips bowing forward at the same time easing discomfort to trade it for pleasure. "Can I find it? Can I... touch it? I promise it'll be nice! Hey, maybe next time you can find mine? I'll let you peg me if you let me fuck your ass?"

You can't help but to give in to his proposal. He's already in you, he already feels so damn good that a now just can't seem to form on your lips. Besides—as you begin to open your mouth, Adrian's thumb decides that inside your ass is the perfect place to nestle. It's thick, slick, warm & whilst your mouth is already hanging open all he draws out of you a deep low moan. That digit works to stretch you, twisting & pressing definitely searching for that sweet little button he knows you have.

It's not before long that both his thumbs are opening you wide, massaging the rim as his filling oh so ever wonderful shaft that stretches the front of you keeps moving—fucking you in deep firm strokes hitting that core of nerves until you're left drooling against the towel. The hypnotic motions leave you barely even registering when he's pulled out, pressed at the back, but you do feel a dribble of sun-warmed oil pouring down your lower back & inside you.

At the same time, he begin to enter you. It's slow but once he's seated he can't control the pace. "You're ass is so fuckin' tight babe—oh my fucking god you feel good. Fuuuck, my boy... I need to cum! God I need to cum... am I hitting that spot, babe? Fuck, please tell me I'm hitting it because I can't hold it in~!"

Whining as he begins begging for you to please, please let him finish inside. Of course you say yes & when the final throws he pushes his whole weight onto you & stills himself deep at that glorious simultaneous orgasm—whimpering & kissing all over your neck & shoulders showering so many compliments all over you that it's bordering on overstimulating.

"I love you, my good boy, the best boy, my sweetest thing oh good god I love you... my bay boy you're so sexy, so handsome, so sweet..."

It's so sudden when he suddenly pulls out, leaving you barely recovered he gets up, runs down the jetty as he dives over screaming about how awesome sex is & disappears into the cold water eventually asking you to join. But you'd rather just watch him swim.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

He knows it's bad; you know it's bad too. Everyone's right there on the floor while you agreed to share the couch together. It's starts subtle, facing him, Adrian constantly shifting trying to get comfortable in the meantime you're complaining quietly that he's too hot & too squirmy. Adrian speaks to you through gritted teeth trying to be quiet & yet what comes out is a hissed:

"It's not my fault you're giving me a boner! Can you scoot back?!"

His words make you tense, shiver, the mere concept that you are giving Adrian fucking Chase a hard on is one you can't wrap your head around. It's probably the close proximity, likely the sensation of your warmth. Flipping over to face away doesn't help it just gives him access to your ass. Access that then grants him permission to hump you when you wriggle back against him—totally not intentionally or anything!

It progresses, you ask if he wants to put it between your legs & his eager nodding shakes the whole couch. Breathing on the back of your neck pressing warm sticky lips there with every inhale of his sounding uneven—he can barely catch his breath & you haven't even done anything to him. He keeps whispering to you, just one word: "Please." He says it like it's the only word he remembers.

Once you finally let him rest between the apex of your thighs & rut himself into oblivion, you can feel Adrian leaking all over your underwear. His arms around you pin you tight to his chest—a seatbelt locking you in where he can rub & with some spit & sweat Adrian finds a heavenly beat. In the dark beneath the blanket all you can hear is his cock popping in & out from between your thighs.

Turned on, desperate, you shift to move your underwear slightly. Just enough so he can slip inside. The noise that follows when he makes contact it low bordering gutteral, enough that Adrian must bite down on the back of your neck so he doesn't wake the entire team.

"S-so... warm... f-fuck—might cum, I might cum. Is that okay? Can I cum? God you feel like velvet, silk, f-fucking wet rayon—gnnn-ahhh I want inside please, please inside you please let me—hahh... let me inside?"

As he begs the tip is already nudging. He's pulling back & trying to push inside, trying so hard just to poke at least the tip—that keeps sliding to your most sensitive peak when he pops out & misses—into you. You give in, lift your leg, & Adrian's jerky motion spears him about halfway instantly. It hurts deliciously, it makes you yelp, but he squeezes tighter. Now it's "thank you" he only seems to know how to say. Rocking & pushing digging deeper & deeper until he's seated inside. The excitement is exquisite, he's pulsing so heavy, so thick, stretching you out in ways you've never known & shifting your body until you're half-prone on the couch with an arm & leg dangling.

His humping turns needy. A rhythm of fucking you in deep short strokes & bouncing his cockhead off your cervix. You're certain at this point if anyone woke up all they would hear are the dull thudding sounding of hips to fabric & your incessant whines that you bury into the pillow. Inside you burns, he moves too fast & too good, whimpering until each noise dissolves into a steady string of low throaty growls. Until they stop.

They stop because they turn into a strangled thin cry from his chest. His pistioning hips lock still & you feel every powerful wave—he's cumming. He didn't ask, & you kick a little trying to beg him to pull out. But he doesn't. He stays like that for several minutes sweating on you, squeezing you until he's shaking—finally, rolling to hold you spooning again but doesn't bother disconnect the pair of you. No, he'll come out naturally when his erection finally softens. But for now, he kisses your ear:

"Thanks... needed that. Y'so awesome-sauce I wanna bang you every day... g'night, pretty thing..."

Only to fall right asleep. He'll catch you up with an orgasm in the morning, for sure.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You plan out a fake hostage scenario in which he'll show up in the Vig suit & enact a carefully planned out CNC scene with you in front of a bunch of hostages. He's in full suit but you can still kiss him through the mask where it's mostly thin fabric around his mouth. His armour & equipment biting into your skin, his hands are rough on your body turning you everywhich way, pushing, shoving, holding you down. You struggle back—he loves when you struggle back, erection so hard against your inner thigh that you can already feel the wet spot forming.

He fucks you while you sit on a table with your back to the hostages & him able to look over your head & shoulder. He has one arm around you, the other on his weapon at the people—sometimes he'll press it to your head when he whispers in your ear how good you're doing, how tight you feel when he threatens you, & how badly he wants to fill you to the brim.

Eventually he can't keep it up, it rests on the table as he pulls you closer & huffs & pants in your ear, fucking you rough & hard at the perfect angle that leaves your toes curling. You can see the inside of his visor fogging up & dissipating with every heavy breath he takes. He eventually cums in you. No one is robbed, no one is hurt—just traumatised & a little turned on. He pulls out & "flees".

Everyone checks on you, you say you're fine you just need air. Of course the police are coming. You head outside to "catch your breath" but Adrian's out there in the back alley without his mask on. You meet him, he asks if he did good. You tell him he's the best boyfriend ever & without waiting for the cops you both leave.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Fucking Adrian in an armchair—not reclined. Him grabbing your upper back & holding you down to his shoulder so he's able to use the floor as leverage to fuck up into you at a steady fast pace. Each breath of his akin to a beast in heat, grunting so much you can barely hear your own moans.

He keeps smacking your ass, not so hard it hurts, but these taps that say "fuck yeah"—& sometimes he does say that through a breathy chuckle. Pushing his face into the side your neck, you can hear him breathing in & out rough & heavy through his teeth, panting faster through his nose when he really starts to bounce you in untimely movements before smacking down your lower back to hold you there when he cums.

Wrapping his arms around you after, squeezing tight & keeping you there for as long as he can until he finally needs to let you go so you can pull him out. But he's wearing a big stupid smile on his red face, adjusts his glasses, fixes his hair, & than proceeds to thank you for letting him do that.

"I just had a really long day."