Anthony tangled his fingers into Ian's hair, lightly tugging until a soft moan escaped his lips. Ian knew he wouldn't be able to resist if Anthony carried on like this. He felt himself being slowly pushed back against the wall as a hand made it's way up the back of his shirt.
Anthony moved his hand round Ian's muscly torso, never moving his ever pushing harder mouth around Ian's neck, sucking and nipping his neck until small dark hickeys started to appear, the scarlet love bites standing out against Ian's pale skin.
"Take... the shirt...off," moaned Ian, panting as Anthony found his sweet spot and bit down hard.
"Of course," Anthony muttered lifting off Ian's shirt. He took a moment to drink the God before him in, before greedily kissing all over Ian's stomach. He slowly started to lick downwards, occasionally biting down causing Ian to groan in delight.
"Oh god, Anthony, don't tease me," he groaned as Anthony reached the hem of his jeans. The other boy knew that he could get much more out of Ian than that, licking back up his stomach and pressing hard kisses along his collarbone.
"Anthony, please," he moaned, he couldn't take it any longer. He reached down and grabbed at the hem of his jeans, yanking them down all the way to his ankles. Anthony smirked and pulled the jeans all the way down until they were thrown at the other side of the wall. Without waiting for permission he bared his teeth and and ripped Ian's boxers down in one fluid movement, causing Ian to gasp in shock. Anthony raised an eyebrow sexily, knowing how it turned Ian
on.
"I think I need a bit of help undressing myself now," Anthony murmured, grabbing Ian's naked waist and twisting them down so he was the one against the wall.
"Take off my clothes Ian. Now," he demanded his dominance making Ian fall over himself in an attempt to undress Anthony. He quickly ripped his shirt off and kneeled down to get a better view of what was coming.
Taking Anthony's boxers between his teeth, he slowly peeled them off his now sweaty crotch, licking his lips in delight at the sight before him. He leaned in and gently took his dick between his lips, licking along the tip lightly causing Anthony to let out a loud moan which only made him want to tease him more.
Anthony moaned at Ian's rough tongue, teasing his tip. All of a sudden, Ian moved his head forward, his hands forcing Anthony's hips to thrust inwards, and soon Ian was giving the best head he'd ever given. He wanted to please Anthony so badly, and he would do anything he wanted in the hope that he'd return the favour. Anthony suddenly moaned, doubling over and fisting his hands in a tight clench in Ian's hair.
"Ian...I'm not sure how much longer I can hold out," he panted. Ian just carried on sucking, moving his head up and down and smiling at the pre cum leaked into his mouth.
"Ian...I'm close" he kept bobbing his head, slowly licking up and down along the tender skin as he felt the groan of Anthony's pleasure rumbling through his body.
"Ian...oh god, Ian I can't take it anymore," Ian grinned in delight as he felt a hot liquid spurt into his mouth. Swallowing slowly, savouring the taste, he made his way back up to Anthony's mouth, kissing down on him hard. He moved his tongue between Anthony's lips and they opened lips in sync, Anthony recoiling a bit when he felt the taste of his own cum in his mouth. He broke away with a grimace, and pouted at Ian.
"Hey! Spitters are quitters!" he groaned. Ian laughed sexily, low and insanely attractive.
"How about we try something different?" he suggested.
"What were you thinking?" He replied, biting his lip in anticipation as Ian's eyes darkened with lust, a glint of something else hidden behind the blue.
"Come with me" he said darkly as he took hold of Anthony's hand and tugged him into the bedroom. Anthony felt a hand slowly slide down his back as soft lips bit on his neck, moving down his shoulder and stopping in the crook of his back. He suddenly felt himself falling forward as a swift slap to the ass drove him into the bed sheets.
"On your hands and knees, now," he obeyed without thinking, crouching to all fours while Ian leaned over him. Anthony grew painfully aware that they were both naked, and he wanted Ian more then he ever had before. He wanted him now. He wanted him inside of him.
Ian leaned over and whispered sexily in Anthony's ear with a grin "You've stretched before right?" he paused and put his hand over Anthony's mouth. "Oh wait, remember a few weeks back? I think I know the answer to that question." Anthony blushed furiously as Ian went back into his position, and slowly pushed his first finger into to Anthony's entrance. Anthony groaned, a mixture of pain and pleasure as Ian eased another finger in slowly, moving his fingers in and out in a scissor motion. Anthony moaned loudly, a scream catching in his throat.
"More?" Ian grinned as he pushed in his third finger, the scream escaping from Anthony's lips as the burning sensation grows, travelling up to the pit of his stomach.
"Ian, fuck me," he whispered.
"As you wish," Ian replied, pulling his fingers out quickly. Ian leaned over the edge of the bed and rummaged in the bed side draw, pulling out a dark tube of lube.
"Is cherry okay?" he asked with a wicked grin, squeezing some of the contents out and rubbing it on his dick while Anthony watched, making his hard on even stiffer.
"Are you ready?" Ian asked teasingly. Anthony gritted his teeth and clenched the bed sheets, fed up with Ian's teasing.
"Fuck me Hecox," he muttered.
"Whatever you say Padilla," he lined up his cock, getting into position. Without warning he roughly thrust his hips forward, entering him in one swift movement causing Anthony to scream out his name. He pulled out but quickly pushed in again making Anthony scream once more.
"Ian...oh god, harder," Ian obeyed, moving his hips in and out, slamming down with force. Anthony picked up his pace, feeling the friction between them get hotter and faster until he felt the low feeling in his stomach once again, but this time he couldn't even get out a proper sentence to warn Ian.
"Ian...I'm gonna-FUCK," he shouted, and felt himself cum inside of Ian. He slowed down to pull out and they both remained in their positions riding out their euphoric orgasms. Ian slowly pulled out, collapsing beside Anthony as he fell from his upright position.
"So same time next week?" Ian joked as he panted heavily, still feeling slightly aroused.
"Sounds like a plan," he replied, rolling off the bed onto the floor.
"Hey, where are you going?" Ian asked sounding confused.
"I think we may need to go and buy some more lube," he replied, nodding towards the cherry that smothered the bed sheets. Ian smirked in response, getting up from the bed and following Anthony out of the door.
