#mr 182

Dante no longer had to be self-conscious, and he could excuse himself whenever he wanted while they were here. However, he didn't need the bathroom. He was so so sooo pent up. Hiding the bottle in his hand, he glanced at 182, who was still staring at that sweet potato, "I'm off to the bathroom." Of course, no reply. He was sure the other man spared him a glance, but he had already left the room by then. Dante practically ran to the bathroom, almost slamming the door. His breath hitched in excitement, fumbling with his dress pants.

Sitting on the toilet, he squirted some lube into his hand, a shiver rolling down his spine, his cock already waking up just at the feeling. Dante was a virgin; not once had he ever been touched by another person, but he was fine with that. Stretching out his legs, he gripped his cock and started to pump. The feeling of his lubed-up hand was making his head spin. After so long of not being able to jerk off, he knew he was gonna cum quickly. Not that he cared, he was sure 182 would notice if he took too long.

Dante let out a moan, squeezing his tip every time he stroked. His head was leaning back, eyes shut, and mouth hung open. Another moan squeezed past his throat, hand moving faster. The sound was very lewd, but he didn't care.

BAM! The bathroom door slammed open, causing Dante to squawk out a very unmanly sound, hands rushing to hide his manhood. "What the fuck?!" He shot his head forward so fast he nearly launched his glasses off his face just to look at who could've possibly disturbed him.

182 stood there, eyes scanning the room for threats. "I heard a sound," he finally spoke after noticing Dante was alone. When his eyes finally landed on Dante, they naturally landed on his hard cock. "What were you doing?"

"None of your business! Get out!" Dante was extremely embarrassed, his face flushed red, standing up to try to shove 182 out of the bathroom. Of fucking course he forgot to lock the door. How much of a dumbass could he be?

But of course, put it to him and he forgets how much of a dumbass 182 was as well. He felt something brush against his sensitive cock, causing him to moan. He shuddered and gripped onto the taller male's prison uniform. His gaze dipped down to stare at 182's bandaged and broken arm touching his cock. Mr. 182 didn't budge and instead pushed Dante further into the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a kick.

"What is this? Why are you hard?" The white-haired male's voice echoed through the room, causing Dante to shudder in even more embarrassment.

"Don't look at it, I was…" he trailed off before it clicked. Has 182 never masturbated? Well, he doesn't put it against him. Living in this dump of a hellhole, he's probably never had the time nor the want to. "I was horny, you've never been horny before?"

As expected, 182 shook his head, "What does that mean?"

Something in Dante cracked, and he got a boost of confidence. The confidence of a virgin man, however. But technically, isn't he more experienced? "Want me to show you?" He had no idea why he would spur on the thoughts, no idea why he would want another man to touch him or to touch another man. He never thought of himself as gay; then again, he never had the time to sit down and think about his sexuality.

At the small nod from the taller man, Dante got his confirmation. Reaching out, he unzipped Mr. 182's uniform, keeping eye contact to not spook the poor inmate. 182 looked very confused, but it didn't seem like he was going to lash out at being touched. The older man took advantage of that hidden acceptance to grasp at Mr. 182's cock, earning him a pretty little sound.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't question it, close your eyes and focus on my hand," Dante finally looked down at the cock in his hand, his heart jumping in his chest at the size. He's seen it before, multiple times, but as it starts to harden, he realizes he never actually saw it in its full glory. Fumbling with his other hand, he grabbed the lube and poured some on his cock. He immediately took notice of the way the other male's stomach flinched at the cold liquid.

As 182 got harder, his breathing started to change as well; raspy, heavy breaths left his lips, brushing against Dante's forehead. It was only then that he realized the other man did NOT close his eyes and was staring right at him. He nervously locked eyes with him, easily noticing the different emotion in his eyes. Dante stepped forward, daring to push their cocks together, hands wrapping around their cocks and pumping them together.

He let out a moan, the lube smearing against both their cocks. He felt a hand at his waist, "Don't," Dante managed. "You'll open your stitches." The taller male made a sound, then eventually let his injured hand sit at his side, unsure of what to do with it. Mr. 182 rested his head on Dante's shoulder, his hips bucking up into his hands, earning a pleasing moan from Dante.

It seemed like he loved that sound, because he kept bucking up his hips, taking control of the pace. However, he had no rhythm, just trying to race the pleasure. His thrusts were rough, chasing after his own pleasure. Dante let out a quiet 'fuck' before shuddering, and his forehead thumped against 182's shoulder. His cum spurting out into his hands, making a mess of their cocks and Dante's shirt. It wasn't long before the other man came too with a groan.

Dante could feel his legs crumble beneath him, and he leaned against 182 for support. The other man's mouth hung open, drool spilling past his lips, making a mess on Dante's shoulder.

"You did so well," Dante praised, nuzzling his forehead into 182's neck, something he didn't realize he was doing. It wasn't until 182 made a sound that is. Once he realized, he snapped up and stepped away from him, staring down at the mess on his hands and shirt.

"Can we do more?"

"What?!" Dante sputtered, snapping his gaze back to the other male. He was worried he had misheard.

"You said I did well. Can we do more?" He repeated, taking a step closer to Dante, nearly trapping him next to the toilet. The action caused a shiver to roll down the older man's spine and a flush to return to his skin.

"You want to do more?" Dante paused, more talking to himself, but since 182 was just right in front of him, he still heard and responded with a nod. His gaze moved downwards, noticing that he was still hard. "Fine, fine, but let me show you something else we can do, alright?"

He turned around, bracing himself against the back of the toilet, lowering the lid so he could prop his knees on top. He's never actually used his ass before, not even when he was younger and horny, so just the idea of fingering himself for 182 felt a little… strange. But he didn't hate it! Putting more lube on his fingers, he took a breath before sliding one into his own ass. He could feel Mr. 182's gaze on him; it felt stifling in the best way possible.

182 didn't utter a word, instead choosing to watch. It seemed like he wanted to touch Dante, his bandaged hand reaching out but not touching, worried he was gonna get scolded again. He stayed still, even while Dante slid in a couple more fingers, prying himself open. He didn't move, even while Dante was a moaning and panting mess in front of him. He only moved when he saw Dante take out his fingers and spread his ass.

"Put your cock in, it'll feel good," Dante commanded. His voice didn't sound very commanding, given that it was shaky and his hands were trembling. Helping 182 position his cock to his hole, he sucked in a slow breath as he was penetrated. A single tear dripped from his eye from the painful stretch, but it didn't seem like he cared about it. However, 182 definitely noticed.

"Does it hurt? I… I can pull back out," he seemed almost taken aback.

"No!" Dante spat quickly. He shook his head, hand reaching out to grab 182's hip. "No, it's okay. It's normal for it to hurt. It won't hurt for long, alright? So just keep pushing in. When you're finally in, don't move until I say so. Can you do that f'me?"

182 nodded, but he pushed in slower than he was before. He had to blink a few times as his eyes started to roll from the tight warmth. When he finally bottomed out, he stayed still, just like he was asked to do. His bandaged hand slid under Dante's stomach, holding him up, expecting to get scolded, but nothing came from the male split apart on his cock.

Dante's head was down, forehead against his forearm on the back of the toilet. He's never felt so full before; it was such an amazing feeling. When the pain was bearable, he finally lifted his head to look behind him. Mr. 182 was almost motionless save for his heavy breathing and unnatural blue eyes staring down at him. He took that moment to shift his own hips, pulling the younger male out of his ass before penetrating himself back on it. He let out a strangled moan, a sign for 182 to move.

It was almost instant, the inmate started to fuck his ass with an unrhythmic pace. Despite the pace, he wasn't fucking him hard, almost as if he was worried about hurting him again. Dante noticed, but didn't say anything about it. It was both of their first times, so it was fine to take it gently.

"So good! You're doing so well," Dante managed to squeak out between his moans. The hand still on 182's hip squeezed at his flesh, the other hand held onto the back of the toilet as if his life depended on it. The praise seemed to have done something because Mr. 182 finally settled into a rhythm, his slapping into Dante's ass.

The sounds of sex and moans filled the air; it was mostly all Dante, 182 only made raspy breaths. Dante was so glad their room was a bit further away from other prisoners, so he wasn't really that embarrassed by his noises. Plus, it seemed like the male penetrating him liked his noises.

His noises multiplied when his prostate was hit straight on, "There! Oh fuck, right there!"

182 let out a strangled noise as he positioned his hips to hit that spot every time, causing stars to appear in Dante's vision. But because of the position, 182 couldn't really see his face. He wanted to see Dante's blissed-out face. Even though he couldn't see his face, he could feel the way he was tightened against, every quiver of Dante's stomach, the feeling of his own cock moving inside him, all because his hand was still holding up his stomach. Slipping his hand from his stomach, he grasped Dante's cock, stroking him lazily compared to his thrusts.

Dante crumbled against his arm against the back of the toilet, head resting against his forearm again. His glasses had slid so far off his nose that they were almost touching the porcelain, tears slipping out of his eyes from the abuse his prostate was getting and the pleasure of the rough bandages against his cock. He could feel his orgasm creeping up on him.

As his eyes rolled in his head, the hand at 182's hip started to tap him, "'m gonn' cum, oh fuck." He started to rock his hips, desperate to meet 182 halfway with his thrusts. "Gonn' cum, so good, please please. I'm cumming!"

"Mhm, me too…" was the only response Dante heard from the man behind him, probably the only words he was able to make from the newfound pleasure rolling from his cock being squeezed so nicely.

Dante trembled under 182, a cry leaving his throat as he came, leaving a mess at his knees and the toilet lid. 182 finally let go of his spent cock. He had a feeling that after this, his knees were going to kill him. Having his 37-year-old self pressed up against the cold, hard porcelain was going to do numbers to him tomorrow. It was definitely worth it, though.

He spared a glance backwards after fixing his glasses, his breath hitching in his throat when he finally got a look at 182's blissed-out face. His ghostly pale face flushed, unnatural blue eyes blown wide from lust, mouth hung open, and drool spilling from the gap in his front teeth.

What he didn't expect, however, was that when they finally locked eyes, he saw 182's lips quiver before his hips stuttered and he felt warmth flood inside him. 182 came inside him.

Swaying his hips, he helped him ride out his orgasm. "You did so well, uh-huh, cumming so much inside," he praised with a soft smile. Sliding off the toilet, 182's cock slipped out of his ass. He shuddered at the feeling of the cum sliding out, but he paid no mind to it and instead turned around on shaky legs to wipe the drool off 182's mouth.

"Again," despite his straightforward tone, it sounded as if he meant to ask it as a question.

"Again?!" Dante echoed, shock evident in his voice. Ahh, he just unlocked this young man's libido. He should've assumed from his stamina and strength he could go for multiple rounds. "Not here. Let's go back to our room." Despite his words, he turned around to clean up the mess he had made on the toilet lid.

182 clung to him, bandaged arm wrapped around his waist, making it extremely difficult to clean. Once it was fully clean to Dante's likeness, he grabbed the small bottle of lube, and he made an effort to slide his pants back on, but the younger man was just too impatient, dragging him out of the bathroom to their room for the night. Thankfully, there was no one in the hall, so they were both able to get themselves back in their room without being caught with their dicks out. Literally.

Dante practically collapsed on his blanket on the floor, head hitting the pillow in bliss. 182 followed him, kneeling next to him, eyes waiting for his next orders. He looked up at the inmate next to him, a soft smile on his face at how cute he was being. Reaching over, he grabbed 182's pillow from his blanket to slide under his hips, too lazy to grab the pillow under his head. Didn't seem like the other cared that his pillow was going to be used for sex.

Now that he was comfortable, he pointed between his legs, which 182 immediately moved to without a word spoken between them. Dante popped open the lube bottle again, pouring some on his hand before stroking the younger male's cock. He scooted closer so Dante wouldn't have to stretch his hand so far. Seemed like they were gonna rush into their second round, or would this technically be considered their third? Second round of penetrative sex at the very least.

"It's alright, you can get closer," Dante let out a laugh, a genuine one after being kidnapped into this hellhole of a prison. A laugh that seemed to ignite something inside 182's heart. He moved closer, his cock hovering above Dante's. The older male let out a hum, stroking his cock, lubing it back up.

"Can I put it in?" His voice seemed desperate, a strain to it that Dante wasn't used to. He loved seeing and hearing 182's different emotions; he was so used to seeing anger in him.

Nodding, with the help of 182 shifting, Dante lined up his cock to his entrance, allowing him to push back in. Now that they were in the missionary position, 182 can finally see his face. Dante's eyes rolled back as he finally felt full again, filled to the brim with 182's cock. "So good…" he muttered out, eyes focusing back on the male between his legs.

It didn't take long for the younger man to fuck him again; it almost seemed like he was impatient, desperate for the pleasure again. Both of them forgot the window was wide open; Dante's moans could definitely be heard, but neither of them cared. His pace never seemed to slow down, and instead of the gentle pace he had before, he was a bit rougher this time.

Dante's arms wrapped around 182's neck, pulling him closer. "Makin' me feel so good, baby," the nickname slipped, legs going numb. 182 was brutal, slamming into his prostate every time, forcing out lewd moans from the older man. How did he get so fucking good in the span of moving from the bathroom to their temporary room?

A strangled whine left the inmate above him, his bandaged hand grabbing one of Dante's thighs to press it up against his chest. Thankfully, the older man noticed, so he could maneuver his other thigh to make up for the fact that 182 couldn't grab that one, given he only has one arm. What he wasn't expecting was his knees being placed on 182's shoulders, and he went from a missionary position to a mating press.

"Oh fuck!" He couldn't stop his body from shuddering, 182 felt so much deeper in this position. He felt so fucking deep in his gut. He should've scolded him for using his injured hand, but he practically couldn't. Speaking past the moans and strangled breathing from how rough 182 was being was impossible.

"So good," 182 moaned, not once had he ever looked away from Dante's face, almost obsessed with staring at it. "Can't stop."

Dante was clawing at his back, his voice starting to get scratchy from his moans. He barely managed to get out, "Kiss me."

"…Kiss?"

Ah. Of course, he wouldn't know what a kiss is either. Dante could feel his heart soar as he realized how many firsts he was of 182's. "Lean down," he slid his hand from 182's scratched-up back to the back of his neck, pushing him lower so their lips would collide.

The kiss was lowkey awful, teeth rubbing, ragged breaths, tongues not knowing where to go, and 182 drooling all over him. Did Dante get disgusted by the drool? Not at all, he actually kinda liked it. That just meant that his ass felt so good 182 forgot how to swallow.

Each time 182 slammed into him, his stomach would bump into Dante's balls, causing his cock to jump and slap his own stomach. It was exhilarating. The kiss was barely able to cover the sounds they were making. Anyone walking past their window would easily be able to tell what was going on in there.

They were both locked in on their little world, so focused on the way each other felt, the way each other tasted, and how they sounded. 182 still didn't moan much; he mostly only made raspy breaths, but Dante was so fucking loud. Ha! They were probably going to get a noise complaint.

182 never detached from his lips, so Dante couldn't warn that he was about to cum. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, his legs quivering against 182's shoulders, toes curling. He spilled all over his stomach, but not once did 182 stop. No, that fucker kept going, abusing his prostate even more.

"Mm! I… already came!" Dante managed to utter against 182's lips, but that man didn't seem to care. It was only when Dante opened his eyes that he realized 182 never closed his eyes during the kiss. Dante had to turn his head to stop the kiss, but that just made 182 latch onto his neck.

The younger man started to suckle underneath his earlobe, desperate for his lips to keep moving. Dante was a mess under him. His old body wasn't used to all this much pleasure, attacking him all at once in multiple locations. Tears pooled in his eyes, draining down his face. It was a miracle his glasses stayed put.

182 could feel Dante's heartbeat through his carotid artery; his lips pulsed from that subtle beat. Each suckle against his skin, and he can feel more of them, a sign that Dante was alive and under him. A sign that grabbed onto something possessive inside the younger man, a yearning for him that made his own heart tremble.

Dante was crying under him, trembling and weak; the overstimulation was killing him in the best way possible. His cock was leaking all over his stomach; each thrust and slam into his balls made it leak more and more. He wasn't even sure if it was precum or actual cum, maybe both. 182's muscled body was so huge against his own lanky body that he couldn't even look down to see his own stomach.

It wasn't until 182 finally came inside him that he pulled away to get a look at how wrecked the older male was under him, that Dante got a break. His whole body was weak and trembling; he couldn't even feel his legs.

"Was I good?" 182 asked, hopeful eyes boring into Dante's watery ones.

"Yeah. Yeah, so fucking good. No more, though. I can't… fuck, I can't feel my legs," Dante sputtered out, legs falling to 182's hips. He looked at his stomach; he had cum so much. But honestly? He couldn't even be bothered to clean up.

Instead, he plopped his head back against his pillow, the cum dripping out of his ass making a mess of 182's pillow under his hips. He could just feel the energy in the air that 182 is sad that he can't continue. He couldn't stop the smile on his face, 182 was just so cute (when he wasn't killing someone that is).

Patting the spot next to him, Dante rolled onto his side, sliding 182's pillow between his legs. He invited the younger man to lie with him. He made a mess of his pillow; it was the least he could do. Dante could feel that he wasn't going to stay awake much longer. He was in his late 30s, and multiple orgasms, along with his lack of nutrition, were doing horrible things to his stamina.

He was right, as soon as 182 moved into his arms, Dante was out like a light. 182 pulled him close, feeling his warmth and heartbeat even more. What was it called that they did? A kiss?

Watching the sleeping man, he pulled off his glasses and put them to the side, remembering he always did that. Leaning forward, he brushed their lips together. His own lips were extremely rough compared to Dante's. He loved the feeling of his soft lips. They had to kiss more; he liked this feeling. 182 didn't really know what love meant, but he didn't want Dante to leave him.

He would get very, very sad if he left. So, he was going to make it physically impossible for him to leave. He did it before, tracked Dante from so far away; nothing can stop him now. 182 kissed him one more time before watching him a bit more before falling asleep.