#kylehal

Sometimes I think about Kyle and Hal, and it's hilarious to me how they are both messes

BUT

Kyle's too much of a pathetic baby mess that it forced Hal to be a better person

Hal pulls out after what feels like forever, after filling Kyle's insides with his come. He's panting, and Kyle feels a little vindicated over that--he didn't manage to make Hal truly lose control for long enough to make his suit dissipate like his own did, but at least the fucking left Hal winded. At least there's that.

Kyle bites his lip raw when the head of Hal's cock finally pops out of his ass. He's so sensitive, and tired, tired in a way he's never been. It feels like his ass is both melted and on fire. When there's an uncomfortable wetness trickling down his thigh, he can't help but whine in discomfort.

Fuck.

He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He needs a second. Just a second. It's hard to believe his first time with a man has just happened like this. Sure, it was hot as fuck. And he was so hard it hurt. But--he still feels used. He doesn't...

It's insane, maybe, but he doesn't want Hal to go away.

Just as Hal lowers Kyle's legs back onto the ground, stepping back to tuck his cock back inside his pants, Kyle surges forward, clinging onto Hal's shoulders as his knees wobble. "Don't leave," he half whines, half begs, still thinking with his dick to feel shame over how needy he's being. "Please don't leave me."

Hal lifts an eyebrow. His cape is still sort of draped over the two of them. "You don't know what you're saying."

"Hal," Kyle's not above beginning. He's also still clinging onto Hal. "Please. Don't leave."

"Jesus, kid, you're acting like I just took your virginity." Hal freezes. He stares down at Kyle in horror. With his white sideburns, wrinkles around his eyes and stern face, Kyle feels like he's starting to understand the appeal of being into older men. He thinks he's now definitely into older men. "Don't tell me this was--"