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Great was in his side, knees tucked close to his chest. Tyme rocked into him slowly, hand gripping his thigh and lifting, spreading Great's cheeks apart to look at where he's sliding into him.
It's obscene, the squelch of lube, and the slapping of flesh, Great's high-pitched moans alternating between ah, ah, ah and uh, uh, there, yes, fuck, switching between Thai and English, depending on how hard Tyme fucks in, in, in.
They've been at it for hours, fucking rabbit fast, or honey slow, syrupy goodness flooding Tyme's veins each time he slides in, out, kisses, tongues, sweeping big hands over prettily inked skin.
He wants to compete with Great's tattoos, leave himself permanently etched onto skin. He's cum inside Great so many times this week alone, that it's flowed like a sticky river from Great's abused hole. All Tyme did was finger it back in, until Great begged him to stop, oversensitivity making his skin break out in shivery gooseflesh.
Now though, with the sun peeking shyly under his bedroom curtains, Tyme's hospital shift and a full day of classes for Great looming on the horizon, now he tilts his hips and slows his pace to make Great groan. Tyme smirks, knows that he's rubbing right over Great's prostate with each slow roll of his hips.
Great's thighs shake, hiccups, eyelashes clumped with fresh tears. He reaches a hand back, palm pressing against Tyme's lower belly. He digs his nails into Tyme's flesh with each shivery thrust. Tyme pushes Great's hand away, commands hold yourself open for me, and Great shows Tyme what a good boy he is, follows instructions, hikes his leg up a little higher and palms his cheek open further.
Tyme pulls out fully, loves the POP! sound Great's hole makes when their skin contact breaks, watches how Great's hole winks around nothing. Tyme smirks at Great's groan, his plea, Please don't tease, bites his lip when Great dips two fingers into himself. Tyme follows the goosebumps as they form on Great's legs, knows how silky Great's walls are, wants to be in him, part of him, always.
Tyme pulls Great's fingers away, keeps him spread open and dips the head of his cock in, out, in, out, feels his own orgasm bubbling up inside him, fucks his cock in, in, in, leans down to catch Great's cries, sucks them down inside himself.
Great digs his nails into Tyme's back when he cums, shivery skin and jumping limbs when Tymr paints his walls. Tyme thinks of which plug he can use to keep Great open for him for the rest of the day. Tyme wants to be mean, wants to keep fucking Great until he cries. When he pulls out, he makes Great hold his leg so he can watch his own spend dribble from Great's red, puffy, abused hole.
Great moans, whimpers no, please when Tyme slips three fingers back inside him. Tyme wants to scoff, because how can Great not know the effect he has on Tyme, wants to ask Great if he can keep him open to come fuck him over lunch, if Great would have his pants off and be in the back seat of his car by the time Tyme rushes out of the hospital.
Great breaks his thoughts, giggles, says, I'm starting to think you only like me for my ass,, but Tyme knows what he's really asking, replies, I like you for you. I'd still like you even if you didn't like penetrative sex. This time Great belly laughs, cum dripping out of him, There's never an acceptable use of the word penetrative.
Tyme loves this, loves him, loves how his face lights up with his smile, how his eyes disappear. Yes, Tyme loves the sex, loves stuffing his cock as deep as it can go until he feels like their bodies have melted into one being, but most of all, he loves Great.