No Strings Attached

Made For This

Forth's face darkened and in just few steps he was engulfing in his arms. "Call someone?" His voice as dangerously low.

He tried to put conviction on his voice. "Why not? We're not in a relationship. We can fuck whoever we wa—"

He could feel the firm hold Forth was giving him on his arms. Despite what could seem to be the contrary, he felt a strange sense of relaxation. Forth's eyes display anger, but there is also something more there that is more sinister and frightening.

His lips curved into a smile.  And just like that he wrapped his arms to Forth's neck. "I want you now, Forth. And I know you want me just as bad. Why make us wait? We could fuck until morning, I can handle it. I can handle you."

"Had a lot of experience doing that, huh?" He bit out and started to embrace him.

"And you don't?"

Forth's hands went down his ass, cupping and squeezing the cheeks. Beam's heart rate spike up, making him dizzy in the process.

He begins to run his fingers to the other man's hair. "I'll give you some time to think about it." He breathed. "If you are interested, I am just in the shower."

He unwrapped his arms and started to stride towards his bathroom.

**

"I want to take you again." Forth hinted.

Beam sucked in. Inside of him, Forth is still robust and big.  He anticipated being extremely uncomfortable.  Heck, he hurts right now. A spark of fire flared up between his legs as he hesitantly lifted them. His walls were tightening around his thickness as he moaned.

Forth cursed. "S-stop." He bit out.

"I... I cant." His hips swayed against his as he rasped, trying to feel him more. Lightning sparks appeared between his legs as a result of his thickness rubbing his fragile insides. His fingernails dug into the muscles of his lower back."Forth, please... please..."

He gasped with sheer joy. But how did become you might ask, let's get back for hours ago.

**

Beam bites his lip as Forth's rim starts to yield under the firm pressure. When he feels Forth's head shoving inside, a greedy fire climbs up his spine. The stretch is more than he anticipated, despite the fact that he was ready—both by himself and Forth—and he takes a calm breath to make his muscles relax.

"That's it, sweetheart," Forth coos, lowering his hands till Beam feels them digging into the bulging, obscenely stretched globes of his ass.

Beam can see Forth's voracious glances down to take it all in in the mirror as cool air slithers across his hole.

"Fuck," Forth mutters, the curse accompanied by another few searing inches.

Beam puts his weight onto the balls of his feet while securing the sink's sides with his hands. With the subsequent gentle push, Forth brushes against the area that causes his toes to curl and his own cock to quiver impatiently. "You waiting for me to propose or something?" he grits out, darting a look over his shoulder. "Hurry up."

With his hands firmly gripping the sink's edges, Beam moves his weight to his toes. Forth grazes the area that causes his toes to curl and his own cock to throb impatiently with the subsequent gradual thrust "You're really rushing me along." Forth rocks forward steadily, spreading Beam's walls even wider. "Careful—my feelings might get hurt."

Beam opens his lips to chastise his active pick-up, but Forth abruptly surges forward, spearing his cock all the way inside, leaving him unable to do anything but gasp for air. Beam's jaw is hanging limply, and all he can do is lower his head as he tries to catch up to the oppressive heaviness that is pressing on his lower abdomen.