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“Oh fuck! Yes! I’m your good boy, always will be! Yes, oh yes please fuck me! Don’t stop! Please!” Steven cried, hands holding on tight to your shoulders as you fucked him-hard. He was loud as all living hell. His moans weren’t quiet or gentle when he was in this state of mind, this version of being railed completely. He. Fucking. Screamed.
You raked your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly and caressing, just feeling each strand tenderly as you fucked him passionately.
“That’s it baby, that’s it, roll your hips on me-just for me.”
“Yes! Oh my god! Fuck me hard! I’m your good boy! Only your good boy! Fuck me like it! I love your dick, please don’t stop!” Steven blabbered loudly, eyes rolling back as his body shook with pleasure-not even cumming yet. It was times like these that you thanked your lucky stars you had moved out of an apartment in favor of a home. Otherwise you’d be loopholing your way out of a noise complaint by now.
“Yeah, who’s my loyal slut? Who’s my pretty boy?” You teased, slapping the exposed side of his ass from where he was lying on his back.
“I am! Oh, fuck, I am!”
You picked up your pace, brutal by now. Steven’s mouth went agape as he went practically brain dead, all sounds dissipating besides involuntary moans and gasps. But the figurative brain death lasted a bit too long for your liking-that is until he jolted back to screaming,
“Yes, oh I’m your pretty slut! I’m your g-…” his eyes rolled back into place and his brow furrowed. A confused expression dawned on him.
“That’s it Steven, you love my dick so much you’re drunk on it? Yeah?” You joked, ruffling his hair as you continued. But then he grabbed your wrist. Tighter than Steven would.
You stopped moving altogether, your stomach tensing.
“Marc?” You mumbled.
“Yeah. What the fuck?”
You two stared at each other in awkward silence for a beat. Marc judging you with his glare.
“Yeah, hey, Marc,” you said shyly, pulling out of…well, what was Steven.
“I mean…’good boy’? ‘Pretty slut’? You two are fuckin’ weird.”
“Don’t knock it ‘till you try it,” you grunted. “Not saying that when we fuck it’s any better or worse, just saying Steven and I like different things than you and I.”
“Repeat that?” Marc grumbled through grit teeth.
“Steven and I like-“
“No.”
“…Don’t knock it ‘till you try it?” You offered again.
“Yeah.”
“…yeah?”
The silence was heavy and incredibly insufferable. You were just putting the pieces together until Marc tightened his grip on you.
“Get back inside me.”
“So you’ve decided you want a try?” You joked, rocking your hips into him. His head fell back, groaning lowly. You’d never seen him like this, typically he was the dominant one.
“Y-Yeah…”
“If you want to try it, you’re gonna have to be a good boy.”
Marc hesitated, then stammered, “a-alright, yeah, Imma’ good boy,” he sniffed, a bit humiliated. His face heated up. He told himself he was just doing this for you, to get this over with and let you have your fun, but deep inside he felt weird. Vulnerable.
“Are you sure you want this? I'm only gonna give this to you if you really want it.”
“I want it.” Marc said. He raised his eyes back to yours from where he had avoided them, and that broke him. “Yes, yes please, I want it!”