thinking about how soft tom wilson’s voice was when he was talking about mack when he got back from the olympics and how he called him such a good kid and how he probably murmured “that’s it, baby boy, you’re taking it so well” as he eased his monster cock into mack’s hole and bounced mack on his lap
GOOOOOODDDDD. Mack is already crying, wet tears carving lines down his sweet face. His hands are clawing at Tom's shoulders to hold on to something, anything. Tom's cooing at him, kissing his temple. His tongue darting out to lap at some of the tears that leak down mack's cheeks.
"Can't— Can't take it." Mack whines out and ohhhh Tom soothes him with a big hand on the back of his neck, tucking Mack's face into his chest. "Yes you can baby, Sid told me about how well you take it. Come on just a little bit more." and Mack just hiccups, stretching his already sore legs even further apart, adding to the burn he feels as he's desperate to give Tom more room.
Tom finally bottoming out, and Mack is already fucked stupid. Just babbling into the crook of Tom's neck. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy please. F'ck me." He's drooling, words slurred together as his entire body trembles, filled to the absolute brim.
"I've got you. I know. You just wanna be Daddy's little pocket pussy. We'll send a picture to the group chat when I've filled you to the brim, yeah?"
And Mack just sobs out a yes, nodding frantically because that's all he wants.











