No Strings Attached

Made For This

"Fuck—" Forth's voice rumbles directly into Beam's ear, then a hot tongue is swiping over the delicate shell, sending another helpless shiver wracking through him. "You're so tight sweetheart—how do I feel moving inside you?"

Beam responds with a raspy murmur and reaches upward to wrap his hand around Forth's wrist. Beam extends his tongue out and blindly sucks two of Forth's fingers into his mouth, enjoying the flavor of salt and perspiration. Forth lets go of his hand from Beam's forehead.

"God damn it—" Forth swears and continues to thrust. As they are pressed together, he can only rut his hips into Beam's ass, pressing his walls with short, sharp strokes, and with each inaccurate nudge, stars explode behind Beam's closed eyes. "Such a beaut—"

Beam groans, letting the sound rise from deep inside his chest and flood out of his throat to reverberate off the bathroom walls like a tinny echo. He does this while curling his tongue around Forth's fingers. In return, Forth presses his fingers firmly against Beam's tongue while hooking his fingers hard past his teeth. Beam can feel hot saliva gathering behind his lips. With each awkward thrust, Beam's own cock bumps against his stomach and emits a hungry pulse that bounces off his muscles and causes Forth to hiss, tugging Beam forcefully backward.

"You gonna come, sweetheart?" he pants, slamming balls-deep and grinding ruthlessly.

Beam's legs almost give out under him; only a quick hand grab at the sink prevents him from buckling; and he struggles to regain his footing even as pleasure stabs through his stomach.

"I've got you." Beam can't stop the saliva that drips from the corner of his lips as Forth fucks his fingers in and out of his mouth while keeping time with his own beat, his nails clacking on Beam's teeth.. "Fuck—baby—such a perfect little whore—"

Beam trembles and reaches for his cock in an effort to release the agonizing tension building inside of him, but the arm around his middle disappears and a vice quickly encloses his wrist.

"Uh-uh—" Forth scolds, harsh breaths ghosting past Beam's ear, "—you're gonna come untouched on my cock, got it, sweetheart?"

Beam lets out a frustrated whimper, but he can't argue with him because he has his hands in his mouth, and he can't help but clench his jaw around Forth's scorching length as he does so.

"That's it," After grunting, Forth let go of Beam's wrist and grabbed him by the hip. He can now draw out just a little bit more with each thrust because to the increased leverage, rubbing resolutely against Beam's sweet spot. "Come on—come for me—I wanna feel it—"

Beam's eyes flutter wide, muted whimpers seeping under Forth's fingers, and his head lolls forward far enough for him to catch a sight of himself in the mirror. Even though his eyesight becomes blurry with each slide of Forth's cock, he can still make out his own dumb look, which includes a mouth gaped around Forth's knuckles, a drooling chin, and eyelids that are flashing in tune with the hopeless shock of his body against the sink. His hair is stuck to the sides of his face with perspiration.

The color of his cheeks glows in the murky lighting. With his skin heated and sweaty, sparkling irises dilated into mesmerizing brown, and irregular panting against the side of Beam's neck, Forth doesn't look much better behind him. Beam's spine lights up as they meet eyes as he cuts his glance up, glinting through the shadow his wild fringe casts.

"Oh, sweetheart—" Forth breathes, slowing his pace just enough to circle his hips deliberately. "—you gotta know I'm never gonna let you go after this."