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Izzy is on his knees, stripped bare, Edward’s cock growing hard in his mouth. Ed is still mostly soft, but Izzy is hard at work, suckling at the head as he strokes the base with a spit-covered hand. But before he can make any real progress, Ed buries a hand in Izzy’s hair and pulls, dragging Izzy’s mouth off of him with considerable force. Ed drags his slick cock across Izzy’s face, smirking at the heavy, wet slap of his prick on Izzy’s left cheek. He huffs out a breath, and Izzy can feel the air as it hits the wetness left behind, where it coats the x tattooed under his eye.
“Open up.” On the surface, Ed’s voice is light and teasing, but a harsh, heated undertone has Izzy dropping his jaw before the words have fully left his mouth. He knows what’s coming. Izzy had voiced the desire days ago, in the heat of the moment with Ed’s face between his legs. He’d been ashamed at the time, afraid Ed would throw him out in disgust.
Instead, he made Izzy come harder than he ever had before.
Now, Izzy waits. On his knees, Ed’s cock at is at eye level. Ed takes himself in hand, aims at Izzy’s tongue. Izzy licks his lips. Slowly, liquid begins to drip from the tip, falling to the floor in wet splashes before the stream picks up, and then Edward is pissing directly into Izzy’s open mouth.
Izzy moans at the bitter taste, letting Edward insert his cock between his lips to send the hot trickle directly down his throat. He tries to choke down as much as he can, but Edward’s stream is heavy, and it’s spilling out the sides of Izzy’s mouth, flowing down his chin and chest until he’s soaked with it.
Ed is talking to him the whole time, snippets of, “Fuck, Iz, so good for me, taking it so well,” alternating with, “always been such a slut for me, bet you’d take anything I gave you, fuck.” He pumps his hips in tiny thrusts, reducing Izzy to an absolute mess.
When Edward finally withdraws from Izzy’s mouth, Izzy thinks he’s done. But then Ed’s got a hand on his cock and he’s pointing it between Izzy’s legs, and letting loose again directly onto the lips of Izzy’s cunt. Izzy bucks involuntarily forward, can’t help himself. He needs more, needs the hot jet of Ed’s piss inside him, filling him up, but Ed’s stream is already slowing to a trickle, leaving Izzy shaking and mewling in the warm puddle that remains.
Ed stares down at Izzy reverently. Izzy is flushed head to toe with shame and arousal, his wet skin glistening in the candlelight. His face is turned up towards Ed, but his eyes are glazed over, unfocused. Ed licks his lips.
“C’mon, Iz. Get up here so I can fuck that pretty cunt of yours.” It takes a moment for the words to reach Izzy through the haze, but as soon as they do, he’s scrambling clumsily to his feet. Ed reaches a strong arm around him, grips the hair at the back of his neck to pull him close. He licks into his mouth, filthy and probing, sucking the taste of his own piss off of Izzy’s tongue as he shoves him up against the cabin wall.
Ed lifts Izzy’s right leg with his free hand, hooks it around his own waist, and then he’s pressing up into Izzy in one hard thrust. Izzy gasps once into Ed’s open-mouthed smirk, and then Ed is buried to the hilt. He doesn’t start fucking Izzy immediately, just grinds his hips into the other man and groans.
“You’re fucking soaked Iz, fuck. Slid right in, fuck—so needy for it.” Izzy can’t help but grind down on his cock, wanting some kind of pressure on his clit, wanting Ed deeper, wanting more. “You really get off on this, don’t you? Bet you’d let me piss in your cunt right now, you filthy slut,” And Izzy sobs, unable to answer. Unable to disagree.
Edward finally takes mercy on him, setting a brutal pace as he drives his hips up into Izzy. He shoves a hand between them as he thrusts, stroking Izzy’s clit. His fingers are too slick to be precise, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm, a constant pressure that has Izzy clenching around his cock.
“Yeah, Iz, that’s it, come on, come for me.”
And he does, digging his nails into Ed’s biceps and mewling as he comes apart.
It gets even harder to concentrate after that. Izzy’s eyes slip closed and he takes what Edward gives him, sluggish and spent. He is putty in Edward’s hands, a toy to be used as he sees fit. His head lolls back against the wall, mouth open and gasping for air as Edward fucks ruthlessly into his swollen cunt. It’s not long before he grinds into Izzy with one final thrust, and Izzy can feel the pulse of him as he spills inside.
Ed claims his lips, presses his chest flush with Izzy’s as he bites and licks into his mouth with a moan. Izzy takes it all, come-drunk and sated, high on the taste of Ed’s tongue and the heavy weight of his cock inside him. He doesn’t know how long they stand there, tangled together in a lazy, filthy kiss, before Ed draws his head back to look Izzy in the eye.
Izzy stares back, questioning. And then he feels it.
There’s a new heat inside him, a new pressure after the flood of Ed’s come, and he spasms with the knowledge that Ed is giving him exactly what he wants. The hot rush of piss is electric, filling him to bursting, and Ed’s hand is buried in Izzy’s hair, holding his head in place and forcing Izzy to look him in the eye. Izzy nearly comes again right there.
Too soon, Edward breathes out a contented sigh. He’s emptied what’s left in his bladder directly into Izzy’s cunt, but Izzy can’t stop squirming on his cock. Ed tugs at his hair, and he stills. “You’ve been so good for me, Iz. Took everything I gave you. Think that calls for a reward, no?”
Izzy, who has all but transcended from his earthly body, stares blankly back at Ed with unfocused eyes. Edward has already given him everything he wanted. What more could there be?
Izzy whines as Ed finally pulls out, and then again as his piss spills down Izzy’s thighs, no longer plugged up by his cock. Izzy watches him sink to his knees, moans as Ed dips three fingers inside him, feels the walls of his cunt clench around them. Ed hums, satisfied, and crooks all three fingers to press hard against the spot inside Izzy that makes him keen. Izzy’s hips pitch forward of their own accord, and Ed takes the opportunity to latch onto his clit with hungry lips. The hand not inside Izzy presses into his pelvis, just below his stomach, pinning Izzy to the wall with a delicious pressure that adds to the sensation deep inside him.
Ed knows what he’s doing, knows exactly what Izzy likes, exactly what he needs. The rough scratch of Ed’s beard between his thighs, the sharp hint of teeth teasing the hood of his clit, a fourth finger stretching his wet, abused cunt, twisting and rubbing and pounding into him until Izzy can’t even clench around Ed anymore.
A high pitched whine and a desperate hand in his hair are the only warning Ed gets before Izzy is coming again, this time with a jet of fluid that shoots out around Ed’s fingers, soaking his face and trickling down his beard. Ed extracts his hand slowly, carefully, as Izzy shakes above him, wiping his wet fingers on Izzy’s abdomen. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, licking into Izzy, lapping up what remains of his own piss and come and Izzy’s release, cleaning him out.
When Ed is finally satisfied, Izzy sinks to the floor, boneless, and Ed gathers him in his arms. “Fuck, Iz, you were so good for me. Taking me in, coming for me like that, never seen anything like it.” Izzy has nothing to say to that, probably couldn’t voice it if he did. He knows they have to clean up, that they’ll both regret it if they linger much longer in the mess of their own fluids.
But for now, he leans into Edward, focuses on the pressure of fingers on his scalp as they card through his hair, and lets himself believe this can last.