it starts as consensual: you and a t-boy frotting into each other, dizzy as he thrusts the blisteringly wet heat of himself against your cock. it's hard to focus, right, when a cute boy is rubbing himself stupid on you, but you stay strong, thrusting in time with him. You can tell he's so wet and it would be so, so easy to thrust your bare cock into him, but he shakes his head every time you catch on his hole.

"not...not inside," he pants. his pussy is so wet its distracting. "it's not safe today."

"i'll be good. i'll pull out." you mumble, relishing the sweet moan he lets out when your cock ruts against his. he shakes his head.

"i promise." you say. heat radiates from his mound. he shudders as a particularly strong thrust teases his soaking hole. you lean down, breathing into the soft, warm expanse of his neck. he shivers. you kiss up his neck, drinking up his moans, and catching his ear between your teeth. the cartilage is soft and tender, and he cries pathetically when you nibble on it. your hands run up and down his torso, resting on the hem of his binder. your fingers slip beneath it, but retract a second later. you'll have your prize later. wetness soaks your thighs as he shudders. you whisper into his ear as you grab your aching cock and angle it.

"no, wait-"

you swallow his protests with a heady kiss,and push inside his soaking pussy. "i'll be good. i promise."

he practically wails as you slid inside balls deep. your hips shudder as you thrust in simple, shallow motions. his pussy greedily clings to your cock as you try to thrust, unwilling to let you leave even if you are wanted to. the wet heat sucks you back in.

"you have to let me move if you want more," you tease. all you get back in response is a low moan. that's good enough for you, though. you already stopped caring about what he thought.

you thrust slowly at first, suffocated by the vice grip on your cock as you kiss up and down his neck and collarbone. a hand finds purchase on his hips, wide and appealing, as the other lifts up the taut fabric of his binder. his tits fall out, moving with each thrust, and you drink up the sight, thrusting harder to see them move. you lavish his rosy nipples with open-mouth kisses, catching them with your teeth and biting them softly. he cries with each bite, digging his fingers into your hair. his nipples harden as your turn your attention to groping his soft chest. your fingers cup each breast, his nipples sticking out between them in a way that makes you hungry, and you get take turns between sucking them and whispering in his ear.

"i can't wait until these are full of milk," you pant, barely cognizant of what you're saying as you grind your cock into him. "i can't wait until you're always leaking for me."

when he moans, it's broken and needy, yowling like he can barely hear understand what you're saying. you continue thrusting softly, grinning when his legs wrap around your torso and he looks up into your eyes.

"more," he cries. "give me more."

it doesn't take much convincing for you to give him what he wants. it's rough and animalistic, biting and tugging at his tits so hard you're sure they ache, gripping his hips so hard you know that bruises will bloom all over his skin when you're done with him, and thrusting so hard it would be cruel if he wasn't screaming for it.

he peppers your face with wet kisses, pulling you close so he can whisper in your ear. "n-not inside. don't cum inside. i don't want a baby."

your lips curve into a smile.

"i won't," you say, stilling your hips from jackhammering into him at the thought of him pregnant. you lie through your teeth, knowing his fate was sealed the second he let you inside of him. "i'll be good."

he keens brokenly. his eyes are filled with tears, round and shiny with trust, and you wipe them away in time with a particularly harsh thrust. his entire body seizes when he cums, wetting the space between you, and you capture his lips in a brutal kiss as you tug and grope his chest again, determined to make him crest that peak again and again, until he's too braindead to protest against what you're about to do. he cums again minutes later, digging his nails into your back as you lavish his perky nipples with kisses and kitten bites. you look at him with adoration as you speed up thrusting, stroking his t-dick until he's cumming into your hands again.

"you're getting pregnant tonight. and once this one's out, i'll put another one in you. you're never going to be empty again." you growl, holding him down as he thrashes against you.

"no!" he screams. "i told you, i-i-"

he doesn't get to say whatever he wanted to next as you kiss him again, invading his mouth with your tongue until his protests die in his throat and you're cumming directly against his cervix. you thrust again and again, whispering in his ear.

"i'll take care of you and the babies. i won't leave. we're going to be so happy as a family."

he whimpers as you pull out, admiring your handiwork for a second before pushing the cum that oozed out back in with your fingers. you fingerfuck him until he's panting again and your dick is straining against his thigh, and you mount him before he can protest against you.