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Made For This

Before he has time to react, Forth is drawing back once more, his length slipping out with a nearly excruciating tug. Beam lets out a startled groan, feeling himself tighten around Forth's relocating cock. Forth moves his grasp back to Beam's waist while muttering obscenities under his breath.

His fingers are wet on Beam's exposed skin. The tight environment of the bathroom is swiftly warming up around them, which is made worse by the heat glinting under his skin. Beam can vaguely feel sweat prickling along his forehead.

Another groan escapes Beam's throat as Forth pushes in once more, filling him cruelly to the brim. Beam's body jerks in response to the sudden movement.

"This what you meant, sweetheart?" Forth, who is struggling for air, asks while holding Beam steady with his hand on his waist and pulling back out more smoothly now that he has the hang of it. He continues moving ahead at a steady speed without waiting for Beam to respond.

"Ah—" Beam's fingers slip on the rim of the sink and he lurches with each slam of Forth's hips against his ass.

"That all it takes to shut your smart mouth?"

"Shut—up—" A hard jab grinds right against his prostate and Beam's elbows wobble.

One of Forth's arms snakes around his waist, bracing him as the cock spreading him open pistons faster. Moaning, Beam rocks back into the motions, meeting Forth on each thrust, breath coming quick and reedy.

"Oh fuck—" Forth grunts, then there are fingers in Beam's ponytail, fisting and pulling his hanging head up. "You're so perfect, sweetheart—you take me so well—"

Beam opens his eyes and blinks before spotting himself in the mirror. His cheeks are burning pink, the few freckles that dot his nose are virtually hidden by the flush, and his eyes are brilliant with blown pupils that are unable to focus past the pleasure that is climbing up through the base of his brain. Forth doesn't seem much better; he is already red, panting, and sporting lines of glistening perspiration down his chin and temples. As Beam watches, Forth clenches his bottom lip, suppressing a moan, and raises his eyes to meet Beam's.

"Look at you—" he breathes, tangling his fingers tighter in Beam's hair, bending his neck back a little more to bare the blushing column of his throat, "—made for this—"

Beam loses sight of their reflections as his eyes droop and his head drops back due to the heat rising up his spine as Forth tilts his hips on the subsequent thrust, brushing everything at a new angle.

"That's it—" Forth pulls his hair adamantly while quickening his stride into a bruising motion. Beam's muscles jitter, his fists clench spasmodically on the edge of the sink, and the arm around his waist flexes, pulling him back when his own actions falter as a result of the draw of his cock against his walls.

"You look so good like this—wrapped around my cock—"

With his own heart pounding in his ears and his mind narrowing to the wonderful, tingling heat jolting through him and dripping down his limbs till it buzzes at his fingers, Beam can hardly make out the stream of filth hissing between Forth's teeth.

Forth pulls Beam's head backward on the subsequent brutal push, and the rest of his upper body follows, falling on Forth's heaving chest. While the cock in his ass grinds impossibly deep, pushing a gasp past Beam's wide lips, the hand in his hair works free and cups over his forehead, keeping his head tilted back on Forth's shoulder. Shivering, Beam can only lean back into Forth's body, letting go of the arm around his middle as he does so. Forth then rotates his hips to brush the pool of heat that is accumulating at the bottom of Beam's stomach.