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“You’re just my cumdump, aren’t you?” I purred, grunting when he tightened up around me even more with a desperate moan. Giving his hair another gentle tug, I roughly asked, “What are you?”

“A c-cumdump.” He moaned, writhing to push back into me. “Your cumdump. Yours. I w-want you to fill me up, Vince.”

I was thrusting inside him at a nice, steady pace now, and I chuckled breathlessly as I squeezed his ass and spread his cheeks wider to watch my cock sliding in and out of him. “You love it. Feeling my cum dripping out of you.”

A guttural groan burst from him, and I gritted my teeth as my own words affected me too. Digging my fingers into his firm, round ass, I started fucking him harder and faster. The loud sound of my hips smacking against his backside filled the room, alongside the manic creaking of the dresser as Crossbody clung onto it, his continuous moans punctuated by each brutal thrust.

Soon, I was pounding into him so hard that the dresser began to jerk forward. He still begged for more, begged for it harder and faster, begged me not to stop. When I leaned in to smooth my hand around his hip until I could grab his cock in a rough grip, I felt how painfully hard he was.

“Damn, you’re dripping.” I chuckled, playing with the wet tip of his cock and the little ring piercing it. Crossbody shuddered with a hoarse moan, his dick throbbing in my fist. “Such a dirty fucking slut,” I rasped affectionately. “You’re addicted to my cock, aren’t you?”

“Oh gods,” he groaned, beginning to shake. “V-Vince. I’m… I’m going to—”

“I haven’t said you can come yet,” I gritted out, staving off my own orgasm as I slammed into him and stroked his dick at the same frantic pace.

“Please,” he breathed, hips twitching erratically as he tried to both push back onto my cock and fuck my fist at the same time. “Please—oh fuck, I can’t stop it.”

I was too far gone to pull out and make him wait. I was seconds away from my own monumental orgasm. Crossbody stiffened, all the lean muscles in his back tensing as his cock swelled in my fist and he began to shake. With a strained cry, he started to come, his dick flexing against my fingers, his hole clenching rhythmically around my length.

I groaned helplessly, my knees almost buckling with pleasure, but I kept stroking him through it, my fist now slick with his release. Crossbody’s thighs were quaking against mine as he whimpered, breathing hard, before he abruptly sagged against the dresser with a low, trembling moan.

I caught sight of his delirious smile when he rested his flushed cheek on the wood, still bracing himself against my manic thrusts. His cock pulsed weakly in my fist, now spent, so I slid my hand lower to cup his sac possessively while I chased my own release, fucking him with almost feral desperation.

“Sh-shit.” My breaths were sawing out of me when the pressure began to climb, tightening my lower back, drawing my nuts up, making my cock even stiffer as it pumped inside him. “Fuck. I’m coming.”

He moaned and clenched weakly around me as my hips stuttered. My lips peeled back from my teeth as I slammed into him a few more times before the orgasm hit me in brutal bursts of pleasure that made me groan raggedly through clenched teeth. My vision briefly whited out, my ears rang, my scalp tingled as my whole body shook until the pressure finally eased and I almost collapsed on top of him, legs too unsteady to hold me up.

“Mmm.” Crossbody’s smile widened, eyes still closed and expression all soft and languid and blissed out.

I laughed breathlessly, sliding lazily in and out of him a few more times until I forced myself to stop when my sensitive cock started tingling with renewed interest. I’d give him a break first.

A small one.

Carefully easing my cock free, I leaned down to kiss the small of his back. “Spoiled fucking brat,” I murmured affectionately against his warm skin. “Got exactly what you wanted, didn’t you?”

“It was a good start,” he rasped, his voice hoarse and smug with satisfaction. With a relieved groan, he lifted himself up onto his arms, but stumbled a little when he pushed himself up off the dresser.

“You okay?” I grasped his narrow hips to steady him, automatically pressing a kiss—okay, several—over his shoulder blades.

“Yes, just… still recovering.” He pushed back his hair and gestured at my bed. “Is it alright if I lie down?”

I rolled my eyes, kissing his shoulder one last time before pulling back to grab my phone. “You don’t have to ask.”

“Well, it’s…” He shrugged lightly. “Your bed.”

I huffed. “Never been in love before, but I’m pretty sure that if there’s one person in the world who doesn’t have to ask if they can get in my bed, it’s the guy I’m madly fucking in love with.”

Crossbody froze for a second before a pleased flush bloomed over his cheeks. He hesitated, then gently cupped my face and leaned down to press a soft, sweet kiss to my mouth.

“I love you too, Vince.” Pulling back, he blushed again and shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve never been in love either, so…”

My insides felt all… warm and stupid and happy. “We’ll probably both be really bad at it.”

He laughed. “Yes. Probably. Arguing all the time, and…”

“And getting annoyed about how we each do laundry,” I added when he trailed off. “Or cook. Wait, do you cook? I know you bake, but…”

“Yes, I cook.” He gave me a wry smile. “Do you?”