#trainer wes

Leon stills above him, pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Love, are you okay- oh~"

His boyfriend moans as Wes rolls his hips, grabbing Leon's sides to grind their crotches together. He's hard, and Wes can feel the heat radiating from his body through his gloves. Wes can feel his own cock stiffen in his pants, the familiar sensation almost foreign without the pain.

More more more more he needs more-

He snaps, grabbing Leon's hair and smashing their faces together, causing his boyfriend to fall back down on top of him. They both gasp as their hips meet again, and Wes can taste the moan on Leon's lips.

He opens his mouth, wrapping his arms around Leon's neck as he does the same. This time, his tongue eagerly meets Leon's, with every brush stoking the fire in him hotter and hotter. Wes tries to thrust again, but is frustrated when he misses, continuing to try until Leon's hands are on Wes's hips and their clothed cocks rub against each other.

His moan nearly breaks their open mouthed kiss apart, but all he can do is curl his fingers into Leon's hair as he grinds their hips together. Wes writhes underneath him, feebly trying to thrust to meet Leon and press their bodies as close as physically possible. It's like heroin, morphine and fent are all being injected into his veins at once; it's the best high he's ever felt.

Leon's rhythm becomes unsteady, clearly chasing the same pleasure that Wes is feeling. His fingers dig into Wes's hips, the stinging pain only heightening the intense wave of pleasure he feels every time their cocks meet. Neither of them bothered to move their tongues anymore, too focused on getting as close to each other as physically possible.

The fire that grows in Wes's core suddenly engulfs him. A knee shaking high, so intense that the pleasure is indescribable by words, causes him to spill over. All he can do is shake as he stains the front of his pants, moaning like a whore as Leon continues to thrust above him.

The feeling of their clothed crotches grinding together now sends both pleasure and pain up his spine, two distinct sensations as he writhes, pinned underneath Leon. It feels like too much, yet Wes still digs his fingers into his boyfriend's back as he feels himself hardening again.

Wes breaks the kiss, throwing his head back as Leon starts sucking on the side of his neck. The sensations are overwhelming, and he can't control himself as he starts babbling nonsense.

"Please please please- Leon I need you- oh- fuck- I need you so bad- I want- I want- oh fuck- please- Leon~!"

He snaps again as Leon sinks his teeth into his neck, absolutely soaking his pants with cum as he sees stars. Leon's body tenses above him, and he can feel when he joins Wes in climaxing, both of them stuttering their hips together as if they are trying to wring every last drop out of the other.

Eventually, they both go still, and Leon flops on his back next to Wes. They are both panting for breath, Wes's head still spinning from the lack of oxygen and the best sex he's ever had. The pleasure doesn't leave his veins, lingering as he floats in this blissful state.

No wonder people have sex if it feels like that.

Leon chuckles next to him, and he reaches a hand out, finding Wes's open palm and tangling their fingers together. "Yeah. Wow. That was incredible."

Yeah. Wes squeezes their hands, banishing the questions lingering in his mind as he scoots closer to Leon, until their sides are pressed together. He feels his boyfriend press a kiss to his forehead as his mind races.