(Siius) “You look so hot full of my cum.”
Siius is so good between his legs , effortlessly moving his body as he wants. hands are warm brands on his skin , practically so big they meet somewhere in the middle of his slip waist and squeeze him tight. up against the vanity , his legs are dangling on either side of his and he's pounding him so hard up against the edge that he's still scrambling to find a hold of something—anything. all he's got is nails in the wood , siius’ shoulders , and deep incongruous grooves left in either.
the slap of skin grew louder and his moans grew steadily more , more , louder. and !⸻he finally fell over the very edge of this cliff he's been teetering untouched until he caught this particular good angle that seemed to do it for saint. he's shaking , shuttering , hands flailing around wildly for anything to grab a hold of and there's little to help during this violent orgasm that wracked his body. there was nothing to grab a hold of to anchor his body down while hips fucked the sound out of his throat and the control from his body. he couldn't even breath , stolen from him as well. finally , siius leaned fully over his body and pressed him down onto the surface , turning his hands out to grab a hold of saint's flailing hands and pressing them down to his waist for him to hold onto while fucking and grinding into him , grinding him down on his dick with ease.
Saint moved as though he wanted to push him away while he's being pounded through such an intense , leg quaking nut. ❝ haaaaaah , hnmmggg , Ssssiiiiius !! ❞ he's arched , moving like if he could get a hold of something he'd be climbing it and climbing it fast through it all. the poor piece of furniture is soaked through from the slick being fucked out of him and by the creak it's let out, it's not going to last much longer of siius' rough thrusts.
lucky for it , siius was releasing these cute little groans and puffs of air like he was being taken for all he's got in the ring. each spasm of his tight , hot cunt is catalyst to an animalistic grunt of pleasure. the way he's rutting into him had they been on the bed , he knows he'd be curled up with his legs in the air and his thighs pressed down until they were firmly against his body; he'd been getting ploughed in a mating press and fucked heavy. but this angle , siius isn't lax on it none. it doesn't take very long for him to follow saint over the cliff and give him deep , short strokes , shuttering but he never pulls out; it's to the balls and he's firm knocking against his cervix. it's impressive given how deep it is in his body, truly.
they shared a sweet little kiss , licks and nips , despite how filthy the act had been moments ago. Siius moved his hands up under his knees and spread his thighs on exit , displaying his dripping cunt. he reached own between his own legs and spread his messy lips so he could see his swollen , abused red pussy aching and throbbing from his eagerness and his attention. ❝ mm , am I ? yew left me so quick I was worried yew were tired of me already. ❞ lips sucked between his lips and bitten , he'd worried when he'd pulled out of him so fast when he would usually stay and pump him to the brim; he just wanted to see. though he was a sweaty , ugly mess , he's grinning happy to let him watch the efforts of his labor drop from between his legs.
* 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 / @ebresos .














