I'll Be With You Until The End

Part 1

"Am I not sexy anymore?" Clayton’s voice cracks. It’s coated in anxiety, shaking a bit as he continues, "Do you not want me like you did?"

Timmy’s expressions soften because /oh/. Understanding floods through him as he shakes his head, pulling Clayton into his arms and kissing his temple lovingly. “No, Clay. It isn’t like that..it’s just..the kids are here and..well.." Timmy blushes as he fumbles through his words. “I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you begging me, and thanking me and..It just does a lot for me, Clayton.” Timmy reaches up, stroking Clayton’s cheek then leaning in for a kiss, pressing his soft plump lips against Clayton's with a tiny moan.

Clayton reaches up to knot his fingers in the soft dirty blonde hair that he loved so much. His fingers trailed through them, stopping when he got to the ends at the back where it was much softer than the top. Clayton tugs on the ends, making Timmy's arch his back and letting out a loud moan into his mouth and allowing him to slide his tongue into it. Their kiss starts off slow and loving but turns passionate quickly, when Timmy reaches around to squeeze Clayton’s ass.

"Fuck." Clayton breathes into Timmy's mouth, tugging on his hair. Pulling away, Timmy smirks and winks. "C’mon, Clay. Let me take you to bed. Show you how much I want you." Leaning in close to Clayton, Timmy whispers into his ear, his voice low and husky with desire and need. "I hope you can take it." A dark chuckle leaves his lips as he nips at the brown eyed boy’s earlobe gently. "I’m sure you can though, always such a good boy for me. Taking my cock up your ass so well, hm?"

Clayton is just about panting, his erection causing a tent in his gray sweatpants. Aiming to tease, Timmy drags his fingers across where the bulge is and causing Clayton to buck up with a whine, eager for more contact. Chuckling, Timmy takes his hand and leads him upstairs to their room. Their bodies press together, so close that their bulges are moving against each other in need as their tongues slide together, tiny moans pushing out from between the both of their lips.

Timmy’s teeth are suddenly at Clayton’s neck, nipping the skin harshly as he pushes the brown eyed boys shirt over his head. Leaving open mouth kisses to his chest, Timmy sinks to his knees and pushes Clayton on to bed gently. “Turn over.” He murmurs, patting Clayton’s tummy gently. Obediently, Clayton flips over and holds himself up on his elbows, ass up in the air as Timmy stands behind him, pulling the pants and boxers down to his knees. The feeling of cool air hitting his bare skin makes Clayton gasp and shiver, goose bumps rising on his forearms. “Look so good, Clay..” Timmy murmurs, stroking the cheek and spreading Clayton open. “Fuck. Wanna eat you out.” A loud gasp leaves Clayton’s lips when Timmy leaned forward, a small kitten lick skimming over his rim. Timmy chuckled because he knew it wouldn’t be long until Clayton was sobbing and begging for more, cum dripping down his chest and stomach.

Timmy licks Clayton teasingly, circling his hole slowly and slapping the boys hand away from his hard cock. “Don’t touch yourself.” Timmy growled, digging his nails into the skin of Clayton’ ass while he holds him open. Hands fist the sheets, needy sobs leaving the brown eyed boy while the boy with blue-green eyes moves his tongue, pushing it past Clayton's rim. Moans leave the both of them because this was so /dirty/ and fuck, it was so bad but Timmy loved when Clayton got like this; face all red, whimpering while his eyes filled with tears.

"More..more, please. Fuck." Clayton choked out as Timmy fucked the tight needy hole with his tongue, swirling it around before he shoves fingers in alongside his wet, pink tongue, pressing hard against Clayton’s prostate. An estranged moan plays through out the room, going straight to Timmy’s already hard cock and making it twitch and ache because holy fuck, Clayton sounded so good like this; moaning Timmy’s name and begging for more and just loving it. Timmy pulls his mouth and fingers away from his lover slowly when Clayton groans and says he’s close. With a frustrated whimper, Clayton pushes his ass out to Timmy, cheek pressed against the white sheets. "Fuck, Timmy. Please fuck me. I need it, please.."

With a chuckle, Timmy grips a side of Clayton’s ass, leaning forward and opening the drawer next to their bed, searching for the bottle of lube. He grabs it and pulls it to him. Clayton hears the ‘pop’ of the lid in the silent room, the squirting sound of the bottle loud when Timmy applies some of the sticky lube to his fingers. He presses them against Clayton’s rim, circling it and snorting when Clayton huffs in sexual frustration. “Really, Timmy? Just get on with it. I’m not a virgin.” Timmy chuckles because although he wasn’t topping, Clayton was definitely the dominant one; Timmy does whatever he says. His middle finger pushes into Clayton's warm hole, curling when it’s in to his knuckle.

Clayton lets out a loud moan, causing him to bite down on his bottom lip in worry because he definitely did not want the kids waking up and coming in here. He goes to ask dirty blonde boy to lock the door, but he’s cut off when Timmy suddenly thrusts three fingers into Clayton, making his hole stretch in a way that just ached so good. “Oh fuck, Timmy!” Clayton moans out, fisting the sheets with his small hand. Shaking his head and chuckling, Timmy grinds his fingers against the spot that makes Clayton whine in pleasure because “Oh yes! Oh Fuck! Yes, Timmy! Right there!”

It isn’t long until Clayton is moaning out in little whimpers, head hung low as he gasps for air. Timmy reaches around to pump his throbbing cock, rubbing a finger across the swollen, red head of it. The calloused fingertip brushes Clayton’s slit, causing him to let out a low moan as he releases all over the sheets. The room is silent except for Clayton’ pants as Timmy curls his body around his, smoothing his fringe off of his sweaty forehead and murmurs praise of, “you look so pretty when you come, babe..”

With a small whine, Clayton turns his body and snuggles into his lover’s chest, eyes shut with tear stained cheeks. Timmy’s hands rub Clayton’ back soothingly, his voice gentle as he murmurs in his ear, "How was that babe? Do you feel better now?” Clayton’s face is almost of a child’s, his bottom lip jutted out and eyes wide as he looks up at Timmy and nods, and with a panting voice says, "Babe, It was fucking amazing. That was one of the best nights me and you have ever had. I love you.” His voice becomes lazy as he tangles his legs with Timmy’s, “I just really really missed being like this. I was scared. That you didn't love me as you did before, but now I know that you do. I could never thank you enough for tonight.” A gentle smile grows across Timmy’s face as he nods, smoothing Clayton’s fringe back and leaving a small kiss on his forehead. “Don’t be scared, loser. I’ll be always be here with you.”