We're gonna continue just from that moment where we left of fyi so get ready for the spice babe, because you're about to see a goat and a giraffe mate.
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They hadn't really been intimate ever since Cristiano returned for a short stay, and Thibaut really wanted to have at least one night of intimacy with his lover, because he knows he deserves it.
Cristiano made him suffer for so long without budging, so it's only fair that Thibaut starts to get intimate out of the blue.
But it won't be quite much of a surprise for Cristiano even if he does, because looking into the past of their relationship, it's littered with sex and blowjobs thrown around all over the place, much more than actual talking and wholesome interaction.
Thibaut slides a hand under Cristiano's shirt, tracing out his waist, then trailing his ring and index finger sensually along the lining of his spine. Cristiano shudders under Thibaut's touch, as it gives the nerves along his spine shocks of stimulation, pushing him to participate in something more sinful than what he initially thought was Thibaut's approach.
He stands up, turning Cristiano and lifting him up, situating his buttocks on the ebony marbled kitchen island. His hands travel along the band of his boxer, tugging on it as his fingers dig into the soft flesh of his butt cheeks.
Cristiano lets his hands hang loosely around Thibaut's neck, his head pressed against his broad and lean shoulder.
Thibaut friskily lifts Cris's shirt up as it starts to bunch up up the more his hands move up, soon coming off to bring his bare skin to the light.
His presses soft kisses along Cristiano's neck and trails it along his collarbone, moving up again by his jawline and meeting the corner of his lips, yet not rewarding his lover with a complete kiss, leaving Cristiano a tad bit disappointed.
Thibaut's coal eyes grow darker as lust begins to pool in his pupils, with no signs of affection whatsoever. Cristiano feels a bit set aback by the hooded look of his eyes and not to mention the silence from him that's proving of nothing but of his dark intentions.
Cristiano has never felt as belittled as he does now, just by the look of his eyes.
While Cristiano is captivated in his eyes, Thibaut takes that of his advantage and pulls off Cristiano's shorts and boxers with one swift pull, unzippinh his own, and pushing them down to his ankles, before intruding into the tight space that he's never quite thought of getting himself into until now.
The heat from the walls wrap tightly around his shaft, as the tension and heat grows with his dry and slowly thrusts, as Cristiano digs his nails into Thibaut's back, not quite yet out of the momentum of shock.
His teeth dig past the cell barrier of his lips, drawing out blood, while there are moans and grunts being bottled up in his throat, his body still not recovering from the sudden rush of pain in a part that's been left untouched ever since he left for London.
Although Thibaut could've gone slow with this, and initially that's also what he had planned, but this was a last minute change that he thought needed to be made.
His thrusts grew rougher with each passing minute, forcing Cristiano's cries out of his throat, his whimpers left unnoticed by the man ravishing his hole.
His walla clenched tightly around the girth of Thibaut's shaft, his moans like a rythmical tune to his ears, playing on repeat. His nails bore marks of pain and pleasure on Thibaut's back, bite marks littered all over his broad shoulder.
Thibaut never lost his strength, even if it consisted of him to use extra of his energy to push it all in and get it out and get it back in all over, just for the sake of a type of pleasure that fed the fire to his need.
And Cristiano isn't one to not oblige. He patiently lets his lover take over, marking every inch of his skin with a mark that'll forever be a testimony of every sinful deed that consisted of so many nights like this.
Thibaut flipped Cristiano, pushing it all back in, not moving. Cristiano whimpers impatiently, wriggling and brushing his backside onto Thibaut and trying to turn back to him in a persuasive manner, only for Thibaut to intertwine their fingers on the edge of the marble island, holding him back tightly.
All Thibaut wanted to see Cristiano do now is beg. It's not something he thought he'd ever do but it's only so rare that he thinks he deserves such treatment.
It wouldn't be too long before it'd become almost impossible for Cristiano to hold back as Thibaut's monstrous of a dick stayed inside him and stretched him out completely, lightly brushing against the special bundle of nerves but yet not hitting it.
Thibaut notices the discomfort surfacing, taking notice of how Cristiano's tanned skin is slowly being freckled by a deep color of red, his body trembling from the stimulation.
Thibaut similes and peppers kisses along the backside of Cristiano's neck, letting his face rest on his shoulder.
- "Tell me what you want,"
Thibaut insisted, but Cristiano showed no proper response. He pushed in further, causing Cristiano to arch his back and his legs to buckle under him. His cock is already leaking, and he's quite unsure of how long he'll last under Thibaut's commanding hands.
Alas, after the long wait, his voice makes it's appearance.
- "C-Courtois..please..fuck me.."
He babbled blindly, not being able to take the pleasure.
Thibaut did as told, beginning to thrusts just as he was before, only harder.
Their skin collided once more, the beads of sweat combining with each other's scent. Cristiano gaped his mouth open, soundless screams leaving his mouth, his eyes half lidded and tears trickling down the corner of his cheeks.
Thibaur groaned and kissed every inch of his body that his lips could reach within the confinement of this position, his cock hitting dead on Cristiano's prostate, throwing him off the edge.
They rode off their orgasm together, Cristiano exhausted, his body belittled by Thibaut's.
Thibaut grabbed his face and kisses his lips with clear signs of undying need, Cristiano whining and trying to act persuasive, as he's completely drained and he doubts if he can any longer.
Thibaut ignores his whines and licked every little crevice inside his mouth, jerking Cristiano off in the process.
Thibaut is for sure going to drain Cristiano's energy to the last atom of it left in his body.
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The cold water trickled down their body and pooled around their feet as they continued to keep themselves sunken into their current distraction.
Cristiano's hands kept slipping off the glass cubicle wall, but Thibaut pressed his palm against his loved's hands and intertwined their fingers like before to keep a strong grip, as Cristiano's body continued to collide against the cold material every time Thibaut would force a thrust out, yet not willing to stop.
Cum is dripping down from Cristiano's inner thighs, while he pleads Thibaut to go as hard as he can, moaning and groaning as his prostate is being hit dead on.
Cristiano doesn't remember the last time they had sex but he does remember that it wasn't as crazy as this. They've already gone 3 rounds, with this counted as the fourth one, yet not quite complete.
Thibaut's behaviour is so out of character, almost as if he's stuck in a hypnosis.
In all honesty, he's been stuck in a hypnosis ever since Cristiano has come into his life, immediately securing himself as Thibaut's first priority.
Thibaut would've stopped just when Cristiano would've asked to- he's not one to go against what his lover wants. The reason behind this is he's desperate.
He just doesn't want to let Cristiano go again. Although it will be temporary, it's almost impossible for Thibaut to stay fully contented for a day without Cristiano's presence.
Cristiano makes everything worth it, whether it be the a gloomy day overthrown by crashes of thunder or the scorching heat of the sun during a hot summer day,- Cristiano's presence makes it twice as better.
Thibaut rests his forehead on Cristiano's shoulder, letting his load out again, but this time not going back for more. He pulls back and turns Cristiano to face him, giving him a bear hug, letting his body mold into Cristiano's.
Cristiano limply hugged back, his fingers softly tracing the scratches he left. Thibaut lifts his head and looks him in the eyes with a sort of sparkle that's never appeared in his eyes, before letting his lips invite Cristiano's lips into a soft and gentle kiss of reassurance and affection.
- "Cristiano..please stay..."
Thibaut wrung it out of his throat in desperation, his eyes red from tears. Cristiano wipes the tears away and simply nods, smiling, before letting their lips mold back into each other, embracing the sweet bliss.
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