Page 65 of Comforting the Grump

After a few moves to ensure I had the angle right, I sped up. My hips snapped as I surged into him, and he met me stroke forstroke. We quickly found our rhythm, moving together in perfect sync like we were made for this, made for each other.

I nibbled on his earlobe. “Let me hear you, baby. Make those beautiful moany sounds for me…”

It was as if I had opened a dam. He whimpered, moaned, and grunted, and whispered, mewled, and gasped, and I drank in every little sound. My cock was like steel inside him, and he was so slick, so perfectly hot and tight around me. I fucked him until a haze came down over me, forcing me to go even faster.

My breaths panted against his slick skin, my moans mingled with his, and my balls tightened expectantly. Ennio kept pushing his ass back, urging me closer, deeper. I could feel how much he wanted this, wanted me. It was exhilarating and humbling all at once.

“God, yes, just like that,” Ennio moaned. “So fucking close. Don’t stop, don’t ever stop.”

I didn’t want to stop. I never wanted to stop. I wanted to stay buried inside him forever, wanted to capture this perfect moment and live in it for an eternity. Because nothing had ever felt as good, as right, as being with Ennio.

Too soon, I could feel myself nearing the edge. I slid a hand under him, grasping Ennio’s straining erection through the lace and stroking him in time with my thrusts. He let out a choked sob, his head tipping back, his body tensing.

“That’s it, baby,” I rasped, my voice rough with desire. “Come for me. I want to feel you.”

A few more firm strokes and Ennio was coming undone beneath me, my name falling from his lips like a prayer as he spilled over my fist. The sight of his pleasure, the feeling of his body clenching around me, was my undoing. With a harsh groan, I buried myself deep and let go, my release pulsing out of me in hot, powerful spurts.

We rode out the waves of our shared climax, clinging to each other like we were the only two people in the world. And in that moment, we were. Nothing existed outside of our sweat-dampened skin, our pounding hearts, our shuddering breaths.

As the aftershocks faded, I gentled my thrusts, pressing soft, reverent kisses to Ennio’s shoulders, his neck, and that sensitive spot behind his ears. He hummed contentedly, his body relaxed under mine.

With regret, I pulled out and pushed myself up. “Jesus, I should take a video of this,” I said hoarsely, trailing Ennio’s crack with my finger. A trail of cum was pulsing from his pink hole, wetting the lace. “This is the most arousing sight ever.”

Ennio looked over his shoulder. “Literally or figuratively?”

I looked down at my cock, still shiny with lube and my own cum, and to my surprise, it hardened again. “Apparently, literally.”

Ennio shot me a grin. “Bed?”

Fuck yeah.

He turned around, and before he’d even fully turned on his back, our mouths met in another scorching kiss, tongues tangling, teeth nipping. I swallowed every delicious sound he made, reveling in the way he arched and writhed beneath me as I rubbed my hardening cock against him. It was messy and crazy and deliciously dirty all at once.

Ennio dragged his nails down my back, leaving stinging trails of pleasure-pain in their wake. It only spurred me on, and I fucked his mouth with my tongue until he was restlessly moving against me.

“Bed,” he said again.

We stumbled off the couch in a tangle of limbs, still kissing feverishly, hands roaming greedily over heated skin. I lifted him, and he wrapped his legs around my waist as I walked to the hallway. My cock bumped against his slick hole, and that was it.Who the fuck needed a bed when there was a perfectly good wall right here?

I pressed Ennio up against it and, with a hard yank, ripped the panties off him. He hitched one of his legs up over my hip, and I sank into him again. He was still so slick and open from our first round that his body welcomed me readily.

The new position allowed me to go even deeper, and we both groaned at the feeling. I set a hard, fast pace, spurred on by Ennio’s gasps and moans, by the way he clutched me desperately. The hallway filled with the sounds of our passion—the slap of skin against skin, our harsh panting breaths, the low creak of the wall as I drove into Ennio again and again.

“Fuck, Ennio,” I growled, my face buried in the crook of his neck, my teeth worrying at the tender skin there. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Yes,” he whimpered, his head thumping back against the wall, his nails digging crescents into my shoulders. “Harder, Marnin. Want to feel you for days.”

A punched-out groan left my lips at his words. I redoubled my efforts, pounding into him with abandon, chasing that blissful oblivion that only he could give me. Ennio met me thrust for thrust, his hips rolling to take me impossibly deeper.

I had to work for this one, but somehow, I didn’t grow tired as I relentlessly chased another orgasm for us both. We were racing toward the edge again, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my gut, in my balls. I could feel Ennio tensing as well, his muscles fluttering around my pistoning cock.

“Come on, baby,” I panted, reaching between us to stroke his weeping erection in time with my thrusts. “Come for me again. Want to feel you fall apart on my cock.”

Ennio let out a choked sob, his body going rigid as his orgasm crashed over him. I felt his release pulse over my fist, felt his channel spasm around me, milking my own climax from me.With a hoarse shout of Ennio’s name, I emptied myself deep inside him again, my vision whiting out from the sheer force of my pleasure.

We collapsed against the wall, our chests heaving, our hearts pounding in tandem. I peppered Ennio’s face with soft, sweet kisses as we caught our breath, both of us trembling. My cock slipped out of him, truly sated after two rounds.

I carried him up the stairs, and we made it to the bedroom, where I collapsed on the bed, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath. The intensity of our encounters had left me feeling dizzy, almost drunk on pleasure. Ennio curled up next to me, his slim body fitting perfectly against mine.

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