“Stop it, goddamn it, I can’t get the damn thing to open!” Mario fiddled with the hotel key as Philippe gripped his waist and ground his hips into his slacks-clad ass. “I’ll get it open,” Philippe said with a lecherous growl. His hands went straight to Mario’s fly and made fast work of the short zipper, letting his weeping cock bounce forward, hitting the hotel door and leaving a smear of salty pre-cum.
“Dammit, Philippe!” Mario spun around and picked Philippe up, mashing their faces together. Philippe complied and wrapped his legs around Mario’s waist, furiously rubbing his caged cock against his mate’s chest. Mario turned back to the door and resumed fumbling with the key card while Philippe moved his left hand down to grab his dangling prick. Mario grunted when the green light finally signaled his success, and he all but broke the door down, using Philippe as his battering ram. He didn’t bother to make sure it shut behind him, and it stopped short, leaving a six-inch crack through which a neighboring guest could catch a peep show.
He let Philippe fall onto the unmade bed and immediately stripped him of his jeans, revealing his hungry, steely dick. Hungry though it may be, it was Mario’s turn. He licked the shaft up and down before swallowing it whole and slowly fucking his mate with his wet mouth. Philippe groaned and twisted his head to the side to watch his lover take control of his cock.
Mario sucked with voracity and felt his own asshole clench in anticipation. Maybe he would give Philippe what he wanted after all, before pummeling him silly. He popped his mouth off of his mate’s cock and shimmied out of his own pants, which were already hanging around his thighs.
Philippe sat up on his elbows and gave Mario a confused look. Mario smiled and shoved his fingers into his own mouth, preparing to prepare his own asshole for his lover. He pushed Philippe farther up the bed and kneeled on top of him, reaching back to his puckered star and sitting down upon two of his digits. He thrust his fingers in and out of his eager asshole, until he was just stretched enough that he would still feel the pleasurable burn of Philippe’s giant cock piercing his tender cavity. He lined his hole up with his mate’s prick and sat down on its entirety, letting out a sharp yell. The pain was so delicious he thought he would blow right there, in Philippe’s wide-open mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re so big.” Mario let his head fall back on his shoulders as he let out a moan. As Philippe began to buck and grind, Mario’s gaze snapped back down to his lover. “No, sweet boy, you just relax. You’re gonna need your strength in a minute.” Mario’s assertion was all Philippe needed to fall over the edge, and Mario saw his mate’s orgasm overtake his body, bucking up against his wishes, shooting his seed into his mate’s tight asshole.
As Mario watched his love grit his teeth and writhe in the throes of climax, he had to clamp a firm fist on his dick in order to keep from coming himself. He had other plans for his angel. He gently pulled off of Philippe’s receding cock and leaned down to kiss him sweetly on the lips. He still had his eyes closed, reveling in his recent eruption, when Mario’s firm hands grasped his hips and rolled him over onto his stomach. Philippe let out a high-pitched, guttural moan in anticipation for this sudden role reversal.
He gasped as Mario ran his warm tongue between his ass cheeks, laving his crevice, searching for his tight, rarely fucked pucker. Mario stabilized himself with his left hand in the crook of Philippe’s knee, and his other hand wandered in between his legs, holding and massaging Philippe’s delicate ball sac. Philippe whimpered when Mario pushed his index finger at his quivering entrance. Mario teased his lover’s hole, lightly caressing it and drawing gentle circles, until he slowly pushed it in, stopping at the first knuckle to let his mate relax. He could tell his lover hadn’t bottomed very often, as the skin on his back sported tiny goose pimples. “Shhh, baby, relax. This is for saving my life today.” And he inserted his finger all the way in, delicately massaging the hole to open up and accept it. When he felt Philippe let up, Mario added another finger, making the body he held shudder with arousal. “I can’t wait to feel your tight hole around my cock. Are you ready?”
Philippe was silent, taking long, slow breaths. He nodded.
Mario lined up his dripping cock with Philippe’s tight entrance and very slowly thrust just the head in. Philippe sucked in air, and Mario felt all of the muscles in his mate’s body tense. Mario growled, feeling his lover’s vise grip on the tip of his penis. All at once, the tension gave way, and Mario slid all the way in, resting his chest against his mate’s back. Philippe’s arms were shaking, and Mario gently pushed him down all the way onto his stomach. “Do you like it, sweetheart? Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“Ffffuck.” Philippe hissed. “Yes, Mario, yes,” he whispered, his breath beginning to speed up. Mario started grinding his hips, slowly fucking his beautiful mate.
“That’s my boy. You’re so fucking tight,” he said through clenched teeth. He grabbed Philippe’s hips and thrust deeper, hitting his prostate, and a spontaneous yell escaped Philippe’s lips. Mario gripped tighter and started rocking his mate in deep thrusts, hitting the sweet spot each time. He could feel the pent-up orgasm he’d been suppressing rise to the forefront. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to come again. With me.”
“Stop it, goddamn it, I can’t get the damn thing to open!” Mario fiddled with the hotel key as Philippe gripped his waist and ground his hips into his slacks-clad ass. “I’ll get it open,” Philippe said with a lecherous growl. His hands went straight to Mario’s fly and made fast work of the short zipper, letting his weeping cock bounce forward, hitting the hotel door and leaving a smear of salty pre-cum.
“Dammit, Philippe!” Mario spun around and picked Philippe up, mashing their faces together. Philippe complied and wrapped his legs around Mario’s waist, furiously rubbing his caged cock against his mate’s chest. Mario turned back to the door and resumed fumbling with the key card while Philippe moved his left hand down to grab his dangling prick. Mario grunted when the green light finally signaled his success, and he all but broke the door down, using Philippe as his battering ram. He didn’t bother to make sure it shut behind him, and it stopped short, leaving a six-inch crack through which a neighboring guest could catch a peep show.
He let Philippe fall onto the unmade bed and immediately stripped him of his jeans, revealing his hungry, steely dick. Hungry though it may be, it was Mario’s turn. He licked the shaft up and down before swallowing it whole and slowly fucking his mate with his wet mouth. Philippe groaned and twisted his head to the side to watch his lover take control of his cock.
Mario sucked with voracity and felt his own asshole clench in anticipation. Maybe he would give Philippe what he wanted after all, before pummeling him silly. He popped his mouth off of his mate’s cock and shimmied out of his own pants, which were already hanging around his thighs.
Philippe sat up on his elbows and gave Mario a confused look. Mario smiled and shoved his fingers into his own mouth, preparing to prepare his own asshole for his lover. He pushed Philippe farther up the bed and kneeled on top of him, reaching back to his puckered star and sitting down upon two of his digits. He thrust his fingers in and out of his eager asshole, until he was just stretched enough that he would still feel the pleasurable burn of Philippe’s giant cock piercing his tender cavity. He lined his hole up with his mate’s prick and sat down on its entirety, letting out a sharp yell. The pain was so delicious he thought he would blow right there, in Philippe’s wide-open mouth. “Fuck, baby, you’re so big.” Mario let his head fall back on his shoulders as he let out a moan. As Philippe began to buck and grind, Mario’s gaze snapped back down to his lover. “No, sweet boy, you just relax. You’re gonna need your strength in a minute.” Mario’s assertion was all Philippe needed to fall over the edge, and Mario saw his mate’s orgasm overtake his body, bucking up against his wishes, shooting his seed into his mate’s tight asshole.
As Mario watched his love grit his teeth and writhe in the throes of climax, he had to clamp a firm fist on his dick in order to keep from coming himself. He had other plans for his angel. He gently pulled off of Philippe’s receding cock and leaned down to kiss him sweetly on the lips. He still had his eyes closed, reveling in his recent eruption, when Mario’s firm hands grasped his hips and rolled him over onto his stomach. Philippe let out a high-pitched, guttural moan in anticipation for this sudden role reversal.
He gasped as Mario ran his warm tongue between his ass cheeks, laving his crevice, searching for his tight, rarely fucked pucker. Mario stabilized himself with his left hand in the crook of Philippe’s knee, and his other hand wandered in between his legs, holding and massaging Philippe’s delicate ball sac. Philippe whimpered when Mario pushed his index finger at his quivering entrance. Mario teased his lover’s hole, lightly caressing it and drawing gentle circles, until he slowly pushed it in, stopping at the first knuckle to let his mate relax. He could tell his lover hadn’t bottomed very often, as the skin on his back sported tiny goose pimples. “Shhh, baby, relax. This is for saving my life today.” And he inserted his finger all the way in, delicately massaging the hole to open up and accept it. When he felt Philippe let up, Mario added another finger, making the body he held shudder with arousal. “I can’t wait to feel your tight hole around my cock. Are you ready?”
Philippe was silent, taking long, slow breaths. He nodded.
Mario lined up his dripping cock with Philippe’s tight entrance and very slowly thrust just the head in. Philippe sucked in air, and Mario felt all of the muscles in his mate’s body tense. Mario growled, feeling his lover’s vise grip on the tip of his penis. All at once, the tension gave way, and Mario slid all the way in, resting his chest against his mate’s back. Philippe’s arms were shaking, and Mario gently pushed him down all the way onto his stomach. “Do you like it, sweetheart? Do you like what I’m doing to you?”
“Ffffuck.” Philippe hissed. “Yes, Mario, yes,” he whispered, his breath beginning to speed up. Mario started grinding his hips, slowly fucking his beautiful mate.
“That’s my boy. You’re so fucking tight,” he said through clenched teeth. He grabbed Philippe’s hips and thrust deeper, hitting his prostate, and a spontaneous yell escaped Philippe’s lips. Mario gripped tighter and started rocking his mate in deep thrusts, hitting the sweet spot each time. He could feel the pent-up orgasm he’d been suppressing rise to the forefront. “Touch yourself,” he ordered. “I want you to come again. With me.”
