Akira’s moans edged Josh on, he didn’t feel anxious about hurting him anymore, the sounds he made were purely pleasurable and they turned Josh on considerably. With his arm wrapped around Akira’s body, Josh easily pulled him against his body so they were closer together, feeling each and every movement Akira made beneath him.
As Josh began to quicken each thrust he made- careful with the man beneath him- he kept his mouth attentive to Akira’s nipples, biting softly on the other one before moving his free hand down to Akira’s cock, grasping it softly.
While moving his hand along the other mans cock, Josh moved his own inside of Akira, feeling it brush up against his ’sweet spot’ with ease each time he pushed inside of him.
With a few more quick shoves, Josh suddenly slowed down, his hand holding onto Akira’s tightened yet again, and the one along his cock paused momentarily as he came without warning. Releasing a loud, shaky groan, Josh closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly as his cum spurted deep inside of Akira’s hole, painting the walls of his insides with his arousal for the first time in both of their lives.
Josh let out a hot and heavy breath as he leaned over Akira’s body, jerking his cock off quickly and moving his hips to pump out the rest of his cum while also waiting for the other male to orgasm.
“C-Come on Akira, finish for me.” Josh whispered with quickened breaths.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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