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The heat was overwhelming. It always was when they did this, because only Robert could reduce Chad to this state. He was so strung out he could hardly control his fire, but he does because if he can’t, then this stops. And he’s enjoying Robert’s cock far too much to let it stop.
The slow, deep drag as Robert pulls back and then rolls his hips back in has him gasping, fingers clutching desperately at Robert’s shoulders. His nails dig in without him realizing and is answered by a sharp nip to his chin. “St-stop fucking teasing bitch-” he forces out, voice already an absolute wreck.
The younger man chuckles and sits back to meet his gaze. “Teasing? You and I both know this isn’t teasing, but if you insist…” Robert smirks and gets a glint in his eye before his hips pick up the pace, but only slightly. His cock just barely brushes past the soft, spongy g-spot deep in Chad, which is how he knows the stupid bitch is teasing. Chad whines, thighs shaking against Robert’s waist as his hands scramble along his back. They’re pressed so close that every deep grind rubs against his clit in the most delicious way, slicked from the few orgasms Robert forced out of him in the past half hour. He sounds so wet it’s almost obscene.
At this point, the constant push and pull is making it hard for Chad to focus on his temperature regulation. His hands start smoking, so he quickly moves them to the sheets next to his head.
“Having some trouble?” The cocky words are murmured against Chad’s neck as Robert makes his way up towards his chin. “Do you need some help?” Chad whines because he knows what that means, but he doesn’t know if he’s strong enough to do it. Robert takes the decision away from him by gathering Chad in his arms and rolling them over, positioning Chad on top of him. The change in position settles him deeper inside of Chad and makes the bigger man whimper, cock now moving right against his g-spot. Robert holds Chad’s waist as the other man resumes gripping the sheets on either side of Robert’s head, small streams of smoke filtering through his fingers. “Take your time, sweetheart…”
“D-don’t call me that!” Chad snaps without any heat in his voice. It’s taking all of his concentration to remain sitting up at this point. After a steadying breath, Chad starts to roll his hips and grind down on the length inside of him, swallowing a whimper. His head is starting to get hazy as he loses himself in the pleasure, the heat of the moment. No more words are exchanged as he starts to move himself up and down in increasing speed, aided by Robert’s guiding hands. His long hair flows down his back, wet from sweat and the steam radiating off of him. He’s jolted almost off of Robert when he feels a thumb press his clit firmly and start making small circles on it. His thighs start to shake and he loses rhythm, crying out in frustration.
Robert surges up and flips them again, this time manhandling Chad onto his front. Before he can complain about being empty, Robert is right there, re-entering in a slow slide that makes Chad collapse onto the bed, ass only held up with prayers and Robert’s aid. The pace picks up to an almost brutal pace with Robert’s chest pressing against Chad’s back, one arm holding himself up and the other sliding down to rub against his clit once more. It only takes a few moments and Chad is screaming out an orgasm, body clenching down and shaking through his fourth orgasm? Fifth? He’s lost count at this point. Robert’s breathing gets ragged against his ear but his hand doesn’t stop moving, sending Chad careening into another white out orgasm. Fluid splashes out of him and against Robert’s thighs as he squirts, voice so high pitched it cracks and gives out. He barely registers a curse from behind him as a different kind of warmth fills him from the inside out, then another curse as a blanket is used to smother his hands.
After a few blissful, floating moments, Chad finally comes to. He’s curled into Robert’s chest, head tucked underneath his chin.
“Did… Did I catch the sheets on fire again?”
“Yes, but it’s sexy as hell that I can make you lose control like that.”
“... Bitch.”