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“Chris!”
What was happening? Why was everything so loud? Chris couldn’t remember anything. All he knew was that his dick was hard and his face was sore.
“Get him up! Vigilante! Stop fucking around!”
Why was Vigilante there? What was he doing? Were they on a mission? What mission were they on again? What was even happening? God, his dick was so hard it hurt.
“Ahh…”
“Fuck! Peacemaker! Are you okay?” Adrian asked. Chris groaned, but not in the way he meant to. Shit, did he just cum? He just fucking came in his pants. How was he still hard?
“Adrian, get him out of there. Abort the mission immediately and get him to safety!” Harcourt barked over their radio.
“Copy that, captain!” Adrian replied. Chris felt hands on his body, and he shivered as he came again. Jesus fucking christ, what was wrong with him?
“Is he compromised? Is his mask still on?” Adebayo asked.
“No, it’s like shattered in half. Fuck, does that mean he has a boner right now?” Adrian asked. He successfully got Chris on to his feet, but his knees immediately buckled as he suffered through a third orgasm. He needed to get out of these fucking pants. “Whoa! Hold on, big guy! I’ve gotcha!” Adrian assured him.
“Oh my god…” Chris moaned. He’s never felt so much pleasure before. It was almost maddening. He seriously needed everything that was touching his dick to be incinerated.
“Get him out of there!” Emilia snapped.
“Roger! C’mon, Chris. We don’t got all day!” Adrian urged. Chris nodded and did his best to hobble away with Adrian.
“What the fuck is going on?” Chris asked. His voice was strained. He was trying not to cum a fourth time, but every step he took rubbed his pants against his thighs and he didn’t think he’d ever be so sensitive in his life.
“Dude, you just got nuked in the face with sex pollen!” Adrian cackled.
“Shut up. You think I can’t fucking tell that my dick is infected right now?” Chris snapped.
“What? Are you gonna cum in your pants, big boy?” Adrian teased. Chris groaned again, and was unsuccessful in holding back his fourth orgasm.
“Already did…like four times,” he revealed. Adrian laughed and pulled Chris towards the back door.
“Wow! Way to be a minute man! C’mon, let’s get you the antidote!” He said. Chris winced at the brightness when they got out, and blindly followed Vigilante out to his car. The only thing he could see was Adrian’s ass. Normally he wouldn’t leer, but he was taken aback by just how nice it looked. It was so plump and round, and his costume did everything to showcase that. God he just wanted to grab it and slid his dick right—
“There is no antidote, dickhead! That’s why we sent you in with the masks!” Harcourt shouted. Chris blinked.
“What!“ he shouted. Adrian pushed him into the passenger seat, and Chris winced as he came a fifth time feeling Adrian’s hands on his shoulders.
“How the fuck do we fix this then? I thought you said we were covered?” Adrian asked.
“Yeah, with the fucking helmets on! We have no idea how that shit works!” Harcourt replied.
“Chris, you good?” Adrian asked. Chris looked up from the dash to see Adrian with the helmet over his head still. It covered his entire face, but it was transparent with a yellow tinge to see the pollen through. That’s right…they were hijacking some other fucking alien bug den. How many fucking alien bugs were there trying to over take Earth?
“…yeah…” Chris sighed. He glanced down at Adrian’s lips. Were they always so soft and kissable looking? They had such a cute little pout to them that Chris has never noticed before. He could easily see those lips stretching right around his hard aching—
“Just—get him to his trailer! He’ll jerk off for a couple of hours and he’ll be fine!” Leota told them. Chris closed his eyes. Fuck, this pollen was ruining his brain. He was always well aware of his attraction to men, it was the bane of his existence when his dad was around to give him shit for it, but this was too far. Adrian is his teammate, not his fuck toy. No matter how fuckable he looked. No matter how kissable and lickable and grab…able…uh…what was he thinking about again?
“Don’t worry, buddy! I’ll get you home and you’ll be okay, alright?” Adrian assured him. Oh yeah. He was thinking about how he shouldn’t be thinking about fucking Adrian.
“Fuck…” Chris gulped. He had to curl his fingers into the car seat to prevent himself from grabbing his dick. It pulsed just from thinking of the words “fucking Adrian”. When did he become so fucking hot? Like Chris always knew he was toned and fit, and even though he was soft and scrawny it wasn’t like he was totally unfuckable.
“Just a little longer, Chris! Ah! Shit, man, you’re fucking up the leather!” He hissed. Chris wanted to just shut off his brain. Every noise that left Adrian’s lips was turned dirty and naughty and sexy. How could one little surprised shout instantly put the image of Adrian sitting on his dick in his head? He’d look really good like that too. He had wide hips for a man, so that would make it easier to balance and move and…fuck.
“Stop talking, please,” Chris said as politely as he could. If he allowed his voice to do anything else he would’ve been moaning and crying for more.
“What? Why? You okay? Well, obviously you’re not okay, but like besides the sex pollen?” Vigilante asked. Chris wanted to peel his skin off. Why did he have to say the word sex? Why did he have to say it like that?
“No it’s nothing but the sex pollen! Just—shut up!” Chris snapped.
“Damn, am I killing your boner or something? Sorry, dude. I didn’t mean to,” Adrian said. Chris groaned once more. He rested his head against the dash, and whimpered thinking about the soft gentle cooes Adrian would whisper against his ear in that tone. That sweet caring tone that he used whenever he was sincere and trying to calm Chris down. He wanted to stop the car immediately and fuck him right then and there.
“Geez. Okay, I get it! I have a nasally unsexy voice. Sorry about that,” Adrian scoffed.
“I’m turning off the radios. I don’t want to listen to Chris cum thirty times in a row. Just…ugh, call us when he’s neutralized,” Harcourt said.
“You want me to kill him!” Adrian asked.
“No! Dumbass! Call us when he doesn’t want to fuck everything within five feet of him!” Emilia shouted.
“Oh! Okay! T-T-Y-L,” he said cheerfully. Chris wanted to die of embarrassment. This was the guy he wanted to fuck…Christ.
Suddenly the car came to a stop, and Chris was shoved into the dashboard. Of course he forgot to put his seatbelt on. He would’ve cum another five times if he had that thing strapped to his hips. He groaned in pain this time and then pushed himself back into his seat. The car door opened, and he couldn’t tell if he was relieved or not to feel Adrian’s hands on him again to get him inside. He was so dainty and small. It was always something Chris made fun of him for, but this time it was only a temptation. Wow. This pollen really had a grip on his brain. He’s never been so turned on by this kind of stuff before.
“It’s so funny what she said back there. I’m less than five feet from you and I’m pretty sure you don’t wanna fuck me. I think you’re fine, bud” Adrian said as he opened the door to Chris’ trailer.
“Mmh…you’re so fucking stupid,” Chris growled. He laughed and then shut the door behind them.
“Right? I dunno why I was so nervous. For a minute there I thought I was turning you on not off! Silly me,” he said. Chris groaned again, and let Adrian lead him to his bed. He collapsed onto his back, and turned to his side to cover his hands. They immediately went towards his crotch, and he shivered at the firm pressure. He came again, but it was less violent than before.
“Wow. That does not look comfortable. Uh…should I help you…uh…take your pants off or something? Or are you good?” Adrian asked. Chris kept his lips tight, but couldn’t help but moan at the idea of Adrian undressing him. Fuck, that was so stupid. He hardly let other people undress him. Then again…he couldn’t really do much but writhe in desperation.
“Mhh…hm…please…” he begged. Adrian was quiet, and when Chris mustered the strength to peak up at him he saw his jaw open wide in shock.
“No way…you’ll let me help you?” He asked. Chris nodded, and that was apparently all Adrian needed to crouch down and start ripping off his boots. He had enough of his mind to undo his fly, and Adrian was able to pull off the stiff white material off his legs. He felt much better without the constraints of his pants, but his underwear was absolutely soaked.
“Let’s get your shirt off too. God, this material looks so uncomfortable,” Adrian said. Chris let him strip him more, and laid on his back once he was nearly completely naked. “Wha—Dude! Your underwear is soaked!” Adrien pointed out.
“Of fucking course it is! I came six fucking times!” Chris snapped. He just wanted to jerk off already, but he felt like he couldn’t in front of Adrian.
“I thought you said you only came four times!”
“Yeah, and then I came again two more times since then!” Chris snapped.
“What! I thought I was turning you off!” Adrian said. Chris snapped his mouth shut and then covered his face. There was silence again, and he couldn’t help but pull his knees up and grab his sheets to avoid touching himself. “Hold on…does that mean…”
“Shut up,” Chris snapped.
“Does this mean you think I’m kinda sexy?” Adrian asked. Chris could hear the smile in his voice, and he groaned at the thought of Adrian talking down to him like that while riding him. Fuck, why was he so obsessed with Adrian on top of him? As hot as cowgirl style is, it’s not the most dominating position for Chris to be in.
“God, just—shut your fucking mouth and let me jerk off in peace!” Chris snapped.
“Why didn’t you say anything? Y’know, if you asked nicely, I’d totally be willing to help you out here,” Adrian offered. Chris sat up and looked at him with wild eyes. Did he hear that correctly? Adrian would let him fuck him? Now he couldn’t stop thinking about doing doggy with him. God, that would be the perfect position to see his ass again.
“What?” Chris asked. Adrian put his hands on his hips proudly.
“Believe it or not, I’m actually very good at sucking dick. Uh—not because I do it so much, but I’ve just been told—I mean, like I did it once and he said it was really good, so—“
“What are you talking about?” Chris asked. He sighed and then reached up to pull his helmet off.
“I dunno. Just—I’ll just give you a blowie and that’ll be good enough, right? I’m sure that once you have sex it’ll be cured, y’know?” Adrian rationalized as he got down on his knees. He sat at the foot of Chris’ bed as he reached for the elastic of his briefs, and Chris let out a shaky breath as he let Adrian strip him of his last article of clothing. Fuck, was this really happening?
“Adrian…what…are you sure?” Chris asked. He smiled up at Chris with that soft smooth mouth of his, and he was instantly enamored by the idea of letting Adrian give him a blow job.
“Of course! Anything for my B-F-F! I’ll give you a little blowie and you’ll be all better!” He said.
“What are you talking about? You say that like you know this will make it stop. We know like fucking nothing about this shit except that it lasts like three hours,” Chris argued. Why was he arguing? His dick was literally leaking on his bed. Adrian shrugged.
“I’m just theorizing.”
“Based on what?”
“Dude, are you gonna let me suck you off or not?” Adrian asked. Chris groaned and then nodded.
“Fine. Just fucking do it.”
“Yessir!” He then leaned in to put his dick in his mouth, and unfortunately that was enough to trigger yet another orgasm from Chris. He came across Adrian’s face and it got on his glasses too. His mouth was open, so a lot of his cum got in there too. “Oh shit!”
“Fuck! Shit, I didn’t mean to do that! Fuck!” Chris panicked. Adrian merely pulled off his gloves and wiped the cum off his cheek.
“Damn, this sex pollen really makes you sensitive. I haven’t even touched you yet,” he said casually. Chris rolled his eyes, but got red when he saw Adrian lick the thick white goo off his fingers. “Salty,” he commented.
“Christ…” Chris sighed.
“Uh…should I keep going anyways? Or does it hurt?” Adrian asked.
“It hurts whenever it’s not being touched,” Chris told him. Which was true, but it was getting more annoying than painful at this point.
“Right! Got it! So I will…I will touch it. Yes,” Adrian nodded. Chris opened his mouth to speak, but instead all he could do was moan when he felt soft nimble fingers wrap around his cock. “Y’know, I’ve always known you had a big dick, but touching it is so different from looking at it.”
“You’re such a fucking dumbass,” Chris sighed. Adrian then leaned forward to lick the tip, and he moaned again as he looked up at him over the rims of his glasses. They were still covered in cum, and for some reason that made it even hotter.
“Am I really a dumbass if I made you cum without even touching you?” He hummed. He sounded more flirty than his usual absent minded demeanor, and it made Chris shiver as he licked his dick again.
“Yes…I’m literally infected with sex pollen, so you’re not responsible for my orgasms,” Chris denied. Adrian pouted a little and then opened his mouth to actually take some of his cock in his mouth. He closed his lips just under the rim of his head, and they looked just as soft and as perfect as Chris imagined back in the car. “Fuck…” he breathed. Adrian slowly pulled off and smirked before licking him a third time.
“This is kind of exciting. I mean…I lied a little bit. I’ve sucked more than just one dick before, and it’s kinda fun,” Adrian admitted. Chris furrowed his brows. Who the fuck was Adrian sucking off in his free time?
“Who’s dick were you sucking?” He asked. Adrian shrugged.
“I dunno. I just found them on hookup apps,” he said simply.
Chris wanted to ask more questions, but he was distracted when Adrian finally took more than an inch of his dick on his mouth. He closed his eyes like it was the most heavenly thing he’s ever put in there, and then moved his head up and down a few times. His hand wrapped around the base, and Chris let his own hand run through Adrian’s hair. It felt just as soft as it looked, and it looked really good when Chris pulled it out of his face. The bright green color popped up again when Chris touched his hair, and then he sucked harder on his head. His pupils were blown wide, and his cheeks were flushed. He was into it.
“You like this…Jesus Christ, Adrian,” Chris gasped.
Adrian furrowed his brows and closed his eyes again before trying to take as much of Chris’ cock in his mouth as he could. He almost got down to the base, and sucked and swallowed around him while he was that deep. His next orgasm hit him so suddenly that he didn’t have time to announce it, and he spilled another load directly down Adrian’s throat. He moaned through it and trembled as Adrian stayed down. Eventually he gagged and had to pull off to cough, but soon enough they both caught their breath and stared back at each other. Then Adrian wiped his mouth, and then cleared his throat. His cheeks were still pink.
“Anyways…Um…how was that?” He asked. Chris nodded.
“‘T’s good…uh…”
“Cool…are you uh…do you feel…” he glanced down at Chris’ dick again. He was still hard. Adrian swallowed loudly. “…you good?” He asked. Chris shook his head. “Oh…well—“
“I wanna fuck you,” Chris blurted. Adrian’s eyes went wide behind his glasses, and Chris was burning with embarrassment. “I—sorry! I didn’t mean to say tha—“
“Is it the sex pollen telling you that?” Adrian asked. Chris blinked. Ah. An out.
“Yes! It’s the sex pollen! Normally I’d never want to have sex with you, but…it’s like Harcourt said. Anything in a five foot radius,” he said. Which was kinda true. He didn’t really consider Adrian as a sexual option before. He had that threesome with him that one time, but the most contact they had was high-fiving over the girl while they were doing the Eiffel Tower. He also had his mask on the entire time so…not the same. Adrian nodded with a confident smile.
“No worries, Peacemaker. This is officially a job for Vigilante. I’ll defeat the evil sex pollen with you,” he assured him. Chris didn’t have the time or energy to tell him off for his stupidity. Instead he nodded and then started pulling at Adrian’s costume.
“Great. Now take off your clothes,” he ordered. Adrian was blushing again, and it looked so goddamn cute on his skinny face. He nodded and helped Chris strip him, and once he stood up to take off his pants Chris couldn’t resist much longer. He immediately pulled Adrian’s body closer, and kissed his smooth hairless stomach while he continued stripping.
“Oh! That kinda tickles!” Adrian giggled. Chris violently tugged at his boxers and immediately took a handful of his supple ass. Adrian’s breath hitched as Chris grabbed him, and his arms naturally found their way around his neck.
“You’ve been driving me crazy this entire fucking time,” Chris growled. Adrian shook off the last of his clothes while Chris touched and caressed his body, and yelped when Chris bit his hipbone.
“Ah! What the fuck have I been doing? I’m not being any more sexy than I usually am,” he protested. Chris groaned and mindlessly mouthed at Adrian’s abs.
“Sex pollen, remember?” He reminded him.
“Oooh…right. Gotcha,” he nodded.
Chris rolled his eyes and then pulled Adrian down onto his lap. He gasped, but didn’t couldn’t say anything before Chris picked him up and slammed him onto the mattress. He kissed Adrian's chest, and eventually led up to his neck. He got a little nervous thinking about kissing him on the lips, but when he got there it was the only thing he wanted to do. He rubbed his cock against Adrian’s hip while he held his body close, and the other man was softly whimpering against his lips with each thrust. Chris could feel his smaller, more inferior, dick against his stomach, and he was equally as noisy when he felt how wet he was. He reached between them to grab it, and Adrian moaned in a way that suggested that he was surprised to feel Chris’ hand on his cock.
“Ah! Fuck! Um…listen, I know that you used to call me Thimble, but please don’t make fun of it right now. This is kinda sensitive, man,” he requested. Chris merely sucked on Adrian’s neck as he talked, and then ran his thumb over his leaking head.
“You literally fit in the palm of my hand,” Chris pointed out. Adrian whimpered.
“Y—yeah, but you have really big hands,” he attempted to argue.
“Yeah? You’re fucking soaked too. Does that turn you on?” Chris growled under his ear. Adrian moaned again, and nodded as he rubbed his nose against Chris’ hair.
“Yeah…mmh…I feel really hot…I really want you to fuck me,” Adrian confessed. Chris growled and nipped at his throat.
“You’ve probably wanted my cock for years, huh? From how hard you suck it all the time,” he said. Adrian shuddered and dug his nails into Chris’ shoulders as he came between them. He spilled on his chest, and Chris couldn’t ignore the impulsive urge to lick it up. Adrian was still hard as he continued to stroke him through it, and when pulled back he frowned at that fact.
“Uh…you’re still hard,” Chris announced. Adrian’s chest heaved, and he nodded in agreement. He then reached up and picked out a small yellow fleck from Chris’ hair. They both looked at the pollen between them, and then at each other.
“Shit…” Adrian sighed as they understood.
“Great. Now you’re infected too,” Chris grumbled.
“That’s not my fault! You were touching me all sexy and cool like that and I had nowhere else to put my face but your hair! Plus it felt good, and…I wanted to smell it,” he admitted. Chris blinked at him.
“You’re so stupid.”
“Hey, at least you’re not fucking alone in this! Now it’s mutually beneficial,” he pointed out.
Chris sighed, but was distracted by how rosy and pink Adrian’s nipples looked. He leaned down to lick one of them, and Adrian shouted in response. He did it again, and stroked the hard dick still in his hand. Adrian came again within thirty seconds, and then a third time when Chris sucked on the other nipple. He grabbed Chris’ biceps for dear life through it all, and for some reason Chris loved the idea of Adrian adding to his collection of scars and scrapes on his body. He kissed Adrian on the lips again, and happily let the other man’s hands explore his chest and pinch his nipples as well. It didn’t make him cum since he was way deeper into the infection than Adrian was, but it did somehow manage to make him even hornier. He grabbed Adrian’s hips so he could lift him enough to grab his ass again. His hands moved without his brain guiding them, so when his fingers began to stroke the puckered skin between his cheeks he was equally as surprised as Adrian was.
“Ah! Oh my god…that’s my butthole,” he said.
“I wanna put my dick in it,” Chris said mindlessly. He ran his fingers over it over and over again until he was merely rubbing and pressing against it.
“Fuck, please. I can’t stop thinking about it. There’s just this constant replay of you fucking me in like every fucking position I can think of going on in my brain,” Adrian said. Chris nodded in understanding, and managed to pull away long enough to grab his condoms and his lube from his nightstand. He was about to open the bottle, but stopped when he witnessed Adrian licking his fingers and reaching down to rub where Chris previously was. Something snapped inside of him, and he immediately tossed his supplies to the side. He pushed his legs back against his chest, and then grabbed his cheeks to spread them and run his tongue from his hole to his balls.
“Ah! Fuck! Oh shit! Wow! No ones done that before! Fuck!” He blurted. Chris ignored him and instead focused on licking him over and over again until he was shaking with his next orgasm.
“Mmh! Fuck! Oh my god, Chris…” Adrian whined. He let his legs down and licked up his cum again. He didn’t know why he wanted it so bad, but he figured it had something to do with the pollen.
“You’re so soft,” Chris groaned. He touched Adrian’s legs and his waist, and then kissed his velvety skin.
“Ah! Sh—shut up, dude! Don’t tease me about that now. I exfoliate before I shave to avoid razor burn, okay? You should try it,” Adrian argued. Chris ignored him and squeezed his hips and his waist before kissing up to his ear.
“I wasn’t teasing you,” he huffed. Adrian was quiet, and Chris considered having sex with him again in the future just to be able to witness him shutting the fuck up again. He ignored Adrian’s silence and instead grabbed the lube and the condom again to get started on stretching him. He coated his fingers with it, and rubbed between his cheeks again. He gasped when Chris easily slipped a finger in, and then moaned when he immediately slipped in a second one when he felt absolutely no resistance.
“Fuck, why are you so loose?” Chris asked.
“I—I dunno! It usually takes some time to loosen me up like that,” Adrian said. Chris frowned at him.
“You play with your butthole on your days off?” He questioned. Adrian was blushing again, but seemed less defensive this time.
“Yeah, sometimes I think about you…uh…I dunno why I said that,” he replied. Chris had been able to ignore the fire that the pollen had started inside of him by focusing on Adrian’s pleasure, but when he heard that it was reignited. He immediately pulled out his fingers, and rubbed lube over his cock.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Adrian. What the hell?” He hissed.
“Was that too much? I really don’t know why I fucking said that. Holy shit, that was an accident. I’m so sorry, dude—“
“You should honestly only be sorry for yourself. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you,” Chris interrupted.
Adrian looked at him with wide eyes, but Chris didn’t give him time to respond before shoving his cock inside of him. He gasped at the penetration, and then let his eyes roll back as he melted into the mattress. Chris grabbed his hips and immediately started hammering into him. His body was so tight and warm around his dick, and it was so much better than his mouth and his hand. As cute as he looked earlier while he was sucking him off, he looked even better laying limp and taking his length like that. He fucked him harder, and Adrian shouted in encouragement. His legs wrapped around Chris’ waist, and that only invited him to touch more of him. He caressed his thighs and moaned at how smooth and silky he was. There was more cum on Adrian’s chest, and he groaned thinking that he made him cum again without even noticing or trying.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Fuck! Chris! Ah! Fuck!” Adrian moaned with each slap of their hips, and Chris couldn’t hold back his next orgasm hearing how desperate and slutty he sounded while taking his dick. He had lost count of how many he had at that point, and instead focused on fucking the absolutely shit out of his teammate.
“God, you sound like a fucking whore,” Chris growled. Adrian grabbed the sheets underneath him, and whimpered between his moans.
“Mmh! Is it weird that I like that?” Adrian asked. Chris moaned, and then pulled out his cock to add to the cum across his chest. Adrian whined in disappointment, and blinked down at the mess across his body. He dragged his fingers through it and then looked Chris in the eyes before licking it up.
“Stop…stop—doing and saying things! You’re only making it worse,” Chris panted. Adrian hummed and then scooped up more with his finger.
“But I like it,” he insisted. Chris groaned. His glasses still had cum on them from earlier, and his mouth somehow looked even softer and sweeter after Chris personally knew that it was.
“I’ll fucking shove your face into the bed and fuck you doggy if you don’t fucking cut it out, dude!” He snapped. Adrian’s eyes became lidded with lust when he threatened him, and then he wiped up even more cum to shove in his mouth. Chris growled and grabbed Adrian’s hips to turn him around. He gasped when he was shoved into the mattress, and then giggled excitedly when Chris tugged his hips up.
“Oh, you weren’t kidding! Fuck, that feels so good,” Adrian said.
Chris didn’t know why he was fighting the mindless pleasure forcing him forward. Maybe because Adrian really was so hot bent over in front of him like that. Or maybe because the pollen didn’t have as much influence over Chris as he wanted to admit. Like he wouldn’t have done any of this on his own accord, but…he did have a couple of wet dreams about Adrian after he first discovered his identity. When his mask was fist pulled off in Goff’s den and Chris actually had a good look at him. That first week was confusing, and he tried to ignore it. Now it was so obvious and in his face. He thought Adrian was hot, and he’s thought this for a long time. His attention was brought back to reality when Adrian swayed his hips, and Chris immediately grabbed them so he could push his dick back where it belonged.
“Ah! There it is…fuck, it feels so good…I always thought doing it up the butt like this would fucking hurt—especially because you’re so huge, but—“ he cut himself off when Chris thrusted into him again, and then moaned when he resumed his punishing pace from before.
“Shut the fuck up,” Chris rumbled.
“Hahh! Ah-hahh! It feels so good though…ahh! Especially when you move your hips up when you go in,” Adrian told him. Chris furrowed his brows and tried to recreate the movement he was talking about. He instantly mewled and melted.
“Like that?” Chris asked. Adrian nodded and let his face fall into the pillows.
“Aahh! Yes! Just like that,” he gasped. Chris did it again, and eventually found a good rhythm with that technique. Adrian was finally shutting up because of it, but he was still incredibly loud as Chris fucked him into the sheets. Chris himself was speechless watching Adrian’s ass jiggle with each thrust, but he was also moaning loudly instead of talking. Without thinking he slapped the full flesh in front of him, and Adrian cried for more.
“Oh shit!“ he gasped.
Chris slapped his ass again, and bit his lip as he watched Adrian shake out another orgasm in front of him. He came with him, but continued regardless. The orgasms were more like check marks rather than destinations now. His goal wasn’t to cum, it was to fuck for as long as he possibly could. He dug his fingers into Adrian’s butt, and then touched more of his hips and waist again. Eventually he was leaning over to kiss down his spine, and that only seemed to turn Adrian on more. He pushed his hips back against Chris’, and he whimpered desperately as they continued fucking through every orgasm. Chris licked Adrian’s shoulder blades, and they both moaned as Chris kissed his nape.
“Fuck…god, you’re so fucking hot,” Chris rasped. Adrian whined and pushed his palms against the mattress to fuck himself harder on Chris’ cock.
“Ahh! Fuck! You’re really hot too! I always thought you were really fucking hot! I used to think I was jealous, but I really just want your fucking dick so bad!” Adrian shouted. Chris groaned and came again. They must’ve been at it for nearly an hour now, and Chris still wasn’t anywhere near numb. He felt every push and pulse and squeeze around his dick, and it was absolutely fucking addicting.
“Yeah? You want my dick that bad? It’s all yours right now. How’s that feel, sweet cheeks?” Chris asked. He felt proud that he used that term correctly this time, and was even prouder of the way Adrian responded.
“Fuck, it feels so good!” He whined. Chris chuckled and then kissed down his spine as he held their bodies as close as possible to grind against his guts. Adrian groaned, and happily ground back against him as he purred with content. Then Chris reached around to fist his cock, and he was shaking and shuddering all over again.
“Ahhh! Fuck! Oh my god!” Adrian cried. He was tighter whenever he came, and that made Chris cum with him. He must’ve cum inside of him three times already, but it was hard to keep track of everything. What were they even doing earlier? Why weren’t they just constantly fucking? Why wasn’t Adrian permanently on his dick like this every day? It was a crime not to feel the tight wet warmth of Adrian’s hole, and he’d kill anyone who suggested that they should do anything but fuck all day.
“Still not enough for you?” Chris asked. Adrian shook his head and had to take fast and ragged breaths before he could talk properly again.
“Never enough…mmh…not enough…more, please,” he pleaded. Chris pulled out instead of giving him more, and Adrian’s response was absolutely priceless. He whined, and reached back to try and pull him back. Chris laughed and then pushed him onto his back again. Adrian blinked up at him blearily, and then adjusted his glasses after they had been skewed from all the sex they were having.
“Suck it again,” Chris ordered. Adrian panted hard, and nodded before crawling closer and reaching with shaky hands. He gently touched Chris’ hips, and then kissed down his abs. He moaned with each kiss, and it was maddening seeing his usual bright green eyes clouded with so much sex.
“Mhh…I’m probably gonna cum again just from blowing you,” Adrian revealed.
Chris groaned, and then guided his head down further. He followed, and then took him back in his mouth. In all honesty Adrian really was good at sucking dick like he said. He never used any teeth, and he was able to move his mouth perfectly up and down his length without choking or gagging. His tongue was equally talented, and Chris came again as he flicked it against the tip. Adrian moaned and licked up as much of Chris’ cum as possible as always. He kissed Chris’ stomach, and then pushed him down onto his back. Chris grunted as his back met the mattress unexpectedly, and was immediately met with a mouthful of Adrian’s tongue once he was laid back. His hands immediately went for his hips, and Adrian moaned with approval.
“Mmh, I wanna ride you so bad. I’ve been thinking about it the whole time. It’s gonna feel so good,” he rambled as he rubbed his body against Chris. He was so small on top of him like that, and it was honestly so hot feeling the difference in their size so directly like that.
“Then fucking sit on it already, slut,” Chris growled. Adrian giggled and then sat up. He grabbed Chris’ hands and then dragged them up his body as he moved it.
“This is so nice…feels so good when you touch me…I love it when you fuck me like that. I always thought having sex with you would be amazing, but this? Fuck, it’s so good,” he said.
“Christ, you have no fucking filter right now,” Chris sighed.
“Fuck, do you really have enough of your brain to actually have one? All I can think about is riding your cock for days and milking out every last drop of cum that I can from you. Wow, that’s so hot that you’re mentally and physically strong too,” Adrian rambled. Chris kept his mouth shut, but it was forced open with a moan when Adrian sank down on his cock.
“Ahh…I’m just…not as open as you,” Chris groaned.
“Yeah…I’m so open…so open for you…I really love feeling your cock inside me,” Adrian huffed. He steadied himself with his hands on Chris’ stomach, and began to rock his hips.
“Shut—shut up…fuck…”
“Why? I can’t stop thinking about it. Isn’t it the same for you? I can’t stop thinking about you fucking me again and again. It feels so fucking great, I just wanna scream about it,” Adrian panted. Chris felt weak as he watched Adrian bounce on his cock, but didn’t have the strength himself to move with him. Instead all he could do was let his head roll back and push him down every time he pulled up.
“Ahh…hahh…fuck…so tight…so wet…god,” he said. Adrian hummed with delight at Chris’ response, and then slammed himself down harder on his cock. His own flopped obscenely against his stomach, but it was more of a turn on than a turn off.
“Mmh! We’ve got this sex pollen in the bag…ahh…I think we’re winning,” he said. Chris shook his head and then finally found the strength to push up against Adrian’s bouncing. They both moaned together, and Chris grabbed his thighs instead of his hips as they fucked harder like that.
“You dipshit, we’re not fucking winning! This is what it wants us to do!” Chris said.
Adrian didn’t seem to hear him over his loud moans, and instead let his head fall back from the pleasure. Chris groaned out of frustration, and then sat up to try and talk to him more clearly. Instead he was merely pulled closer than he intended and was met with more kisses. They were wet and sloppy now, and Chris slowly but willingly gave in and kissed Adrian back. He held him around his waist while he continued to grind down on his cock, and he came feeling Adrian’s lips and body move against him so languidly.
“You’re so hot,” Adrian whined. Chris’ brain felt overheated with Adrian so close to him, and he was slipping with his own filter.
“Ah…I never thought you could move your body like this…you look like a pornstar,” he blurted. Adrian giggled at that, and then licked into his mouth again.
“I can’t remember how many times I came,” he said. Chris nodded.
“Me neither. Who cares?” He replied. Adrian nodded and kissed him again.
“Mmh…not me…”
Keeping track of time was essentially out the window, but Chris would believe it if someone had timed them and it lasted three hours exactly. They fucked for a long time, and when it finally began to wear off Chris was more than relieved. Little things like hunger, soreness, and needing to fucking pee slowly crept up. It took a moment for them to have more priority than just mindless sex, but they eventually tapped out around the same time when Chris literally couldn’t ignore his bladder anymore. He pissed for a long time, and Adrian was quick behind him once he left the bathroom. After that he raided his own fridge and didn’t even bother getting dressed so he could shove food in his mouth. He had some leftover Chinese food, and shoved it in his mouth while he waited for Adrian to come back out. When he did he offered him some of his leftovers, and he immediately accepted. Once they were fed and finally calm it started to become awkward.
“Um…I’m gonna go put some clothes on,” Chris announced. Adrian nodded and awkwardly crossed his wrists over his crotch.
“Sure…yeah…cool,” he said. Chris rolled his eyes and walked back to his bedroom to toss Adrian his underwear back to him. He caught them, and put them on while Chris got out a fresh pair of briefs. He pulled on a pair of sweatpants as well, and then returned to the kitchen.
“Uh…I think I’m gonna…go,” Adrian said. Chris paused. He felt himself wanting to protest, but instead all he did was nod.
“Yeah…sure. Uh…we’ll just…uh…”
“I’ll tell Harcourt that I was just keeping an eye on you…and that you’re okay now,” he said. Chris nodded.
“Yeah. Sure. Sounds good,” he said. Adrian nodded and then returned to Chris’ bedroom to put his costume back on, and he struggled to clean the cum off his glasses with his little wipe for them. Once he was all suited up he came back, and they merely nodded at each other before he left. The minute the door closed Chris heard Eagly scream at him from the roof, and he sighed.
“Fuck…”