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XXIII

"Fuckkkkkkkkk you're so goddamnnnnn good at this SySyyyyyyy." Jordan moaned. Symere looked at him, with just as big a grin as Jordan.

"Only the best for you Jordy." Symere replied with a smile. He released his grip on Jordan and moved onto his knees. Jordan sat up, and Symere reaffirmed his grip upon his appendage. Yet this time, this grip was not with his hands, but instead the ring of his lips.

Jordan impossibly moaned even louder now, calling out Symere's name as Symere shoved essentially a footlong sub sandwich down his throat, swallowing anything released, or smeared on the side. He continued this for 5 minutes, enjoying each and every second as much as Jordan did.

He finally released the external organ from his mouth alongside an incredibly loud breath from Jordan's mouth.

"How'd you like that, baby?" Symere asked.

"Oh fuck, Symere," Jordan replied, trying to catch his breath, "you can suck dick faster than an Uzi can fire a whole round."

"Oh yeah?" Symere teased, sliding his sweatpants a little bit lower, "Am I going to fast for The Jordan Carter?"

Jordan laughed before grabbing the waistband to Symere's sweatpants and pulling it down further. "How bout' you show me dat ass?" Jordan demanded.

Symere happily nodded, pulling his sweatpants down the rest of the length to his ankles. He then happily pulled off his own boxers. Jordan laid back again, patting his lap, where a 90 degree angled appendage lay, awaiting for Symere to sit upon it. Symere happily jumped on, taking a ride upon his favorite person in the whole wide world. It felt good on both fronts, as Symere rotated upon Jordan, who was moaning frequently, albeit quieter, now.

Symere rode Jordan until Symere felt so exhausted that he pushed himself off of Jordan. Jordan sat up, worried, hoping he hadn't messed something up.

"SySy," Jordan worriedly asked, "is everything okay baby?"

Symere shifted his gaze to meet Jordan's, something that had happened numerous times already; Jordan loved Symere's eyes. He pulled himself closer into Jordan's lap, where his lips once again met Jordan's. He pushed Jordan up against a pillow as he continued to make contact with him. They each felt the other's nude appendage jabbing each other's waists, a signification of both of their enjoyments.

Symere pushed himself out of Jordan's lap, and began to move off of Jordan. Jordan once again worriedly sat up, about to follow Symere down the bed until Symere stopped dead in his tracks.

Symere got on all fours, and tilted his ass in the air to face Jordan. Jordan couldn't help but look at it; he had wanted a piece of it ever since the first day he saw Symere. He was imagining all the things he could do to it. He licked his lips in eagerness at the prospect.

"Go for it," Symere whimpered, "fuck me Daddy Jordan."

Jordan was far from rejecting that offer. He grabbed Symere's waist, and began to shove himself inside of his newfound boyfriend. He pleasured at Symere's moans and cries of joy as he went deeper inside him.

"Do itttttt harderrrrrrrrr!!!!!" Symere shouted as Jordan went even deeper. All of a sudden, Jordan felt something shoot out within Symere. He had just fertilized him. Jordan pulled out quickly, worried once again that he had done something wrong.

Symere got back down, and looked back at Jordan, with a worn and tired expression spreading across his small and happy face.

"You did so mutha' fuckin' good baby," Symere celebrated, curling up next to Jordan, "I love you so goddamn much, Jordy."

Symere curled up beside Jordan into a tight ball, sneaking under the covers of the bed while at it. Jordan pulled himself tighter to Symere's pulsating body. He wrapped his arms around Symere as the smaller rested his tired head on the larger's shoulder.

They decided to watch Trinkets as they both felt they were too tired to continue. Fifteen minutes into watching an episode, Jordan looked over to see Symere's eyes closed, and his head asleep on his shoulder. He had forgotten how cute Symere was when he slept. He decided to turn off the show, and let Symere down gently. Jordan then cuddled up next to him, wrapping his arms around Symere into a spoon position.

This night had gone so much better than the last night they had slept with eachother. Jordan was happy now, for the first time in a long time. Symere had changed his life for the better, and there was nothing more he could ask from him.