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Artair screamed as Luca slowly swiveled his hips, driving his dick hard into his hole, so hot and slippery and so fucking perfect. Artair’s cheeks were washed in embarrassment at his body’s extreme reaction, struggling to process the overwhelming sensations. “Stop, please! I can feel it... Fuck, Luca... Fuck, you’re going to make me...”
And then, it happened.
Involuntarily, Artair shot a huge jet of cum onto his big and bouncing belly, seeping into his thick thatch of rusty hair. Luca stopped jerking him at that, holding Artair’s cock with the perfect grip to direct the high-pressure spray, but carefully avoiding giving any sensation to the head.
Carefully preventing him from having his full orgasm.
The view was so fucking hot, and the sudden spasms around his bare cock were so hard, that Luca had to bite his lip to stop himself blowing too early.
Luca ground his teeth joyfully at the torment in his lover’s eyes, sliding slow and deep into his ass, provoking another big spurt and another big round of whimpers.
The smaller man shook his head at all the protests, displaying a dominance that always came as a surprise to his partners.
“Take it,” he growled, kissing along the huge calves and toward Artair’s surprisingly small feet. “You know what to say if you actually want me to stop.”
Artair covered his face, trying to hide his adorably pained expression. Luca took advantage to drive himself deeper in one sudden jab, directing his thick cock into the exact spot that would make his lover melt.
This time, the jet of cum hit Artair across the tufts of beard that poked out from between his knuckles. The cock pulses between Luca’s slippery hands were incredible, and it took all his restraint not to stroke his perfect shaft properly, making Artair shoot so hard that the valley shook.
Instead, Luca scooped up the puddles of hot cum with two fingers, pulling away Artair’s protective hands and feeding the blushing bear his own honey.
“Good boy,” Luca whispered as Artair greedily lapped it up.
The praise made Artair grind back against Luca, yearning and desperate. Luca had to clench his ass hard, the cum building fast from Artair working himself on his cock. How he was craving more of Luca. Wanting Luca’s prowess. Wanting Luca’s load.
Artair groaned as he sucked on Luca’s fingers, lapping up his own spunk with a hot and hungry tongue.
The big boy’s thighs were shaking like a hummingbird’s wings now. Every bounce on Luca’s cock made Artair spurt and seize and scream.
The intensity had to be torture for Artair.
But he didn’t say their safe word.
Not once.
Luca sneered at that. It was great news. Because he was done playing.
Grabbing the huge thighs—so big and sexy and strong—Luca thrust harder into Artair’s hole. Each pound made the beef in his grip bounce. Each slam made the man’s beautiful belly thump back and forth—further highlighting the sheer size of his conquest.
Some bigger boys hated this position, saying that it made them jiggle and look ultra hefty. That it showed off their guts and their chunky legs.
But Artair and Luca both knew the truth. That this was exactly what made the position so fucking hot! It was the perfect angle to admire every perfect inch of bear beauty.
The vicious pace made Artair incoherent, and Luca folded him up, knees to chest, laying a steaming kiss on his lips. The bigger man immediately met his tongue, hot and tasting of cum.
In this position, Artair’s hole was wide open but still strangling Luca’s girth, milking him with each barely controlled seizure.
Artair’s breath was staggered from the pounding, but he managed to speak—desperate and dreamy. “You’re so fucking hot, Luca.”
Luca growled at the praise, thrusting harder still, his nose pressed firm against Artair’s. Luca’s eyes were locked fast with those staggering, soulful emeralds. Taking in every expression of joy that Artair gave him. Taking in every moment of appreciation from the man he never wanted to part with. “And you’re more amazing than you’ll ever fucking know, Artair.”
Artair kissed him hard at that, grabbing Luca by the back of his head and forcing their bodies together. Luca responded gratefully, picked up his pounding pace, slamming his own bouncing hips into Artair’s gripping asshole. He relished the hot strangle of his shaft, with every inch driving deeper and harder, deeper and harder, making his bear scream and groan involuntarily.
And as they neared their climax, Luca lost track of time and circumstance.
Because in that moment, there was no Luca and Artair.
There was only them.
