A Chance Encounter (Chris Hemsworth X OMC)

...And it Feels so Good (NSFW)

Chris insisted on cleaning up after dinner. "You cooked it, the least I can do is clean up," he reasoned.

So Wyatt leaned against the island and watched as a very naked Chris Hemsworth washed the dishes in the sink. Wyatt marveled at how he could take the most mundane and domestic activity and turn it into a sexual experience. He watched the muscles in his body tense and relax as he worked and suddenly decided that there are just too many damn dishes in the sink.

"Guppy, what are you up to?" Chris asked as Wyatt situated himself between Chris and the sink, closing himself in between his thick arms.

"The dishes can wait," he whispered as he began to kiss up and down Chris's neck and chest.

"But you can't?" Chris asked. When Wyatt shook his head he grabbed him and lifted him up so he was sitting on the edge of the sink. "Good, because I can't either!"

With that, Chris leaned down and started to kiss Wyatt in earnest as the smaller man wrapped his legs around his waist. Chris's wet, soapy hands danced along Wyatt's skin, touching him in a way that allowed him to feel both the power and the gentleness of his touch.

"Have to have you," Wyatt moaned. He reached down between them and took Chris's massive cock in his hand while the other fondled his chest.

"Oh, you'll have me," Chris assured him. He lifted Wyatt off of the counter and carried him through the kitchen. He intended to take him into the bedroom until he looked down into Wyatt's face.

Wyatt stared up at him with a starving expression, his eyes so full of need and his mouth open, the lips full and sensual. "Right now," he sighed.

Unable to control himself anymore, Chris made a sharp detour and laid Wyatt on top of the island. He looked over his shoulder, spied Wyatt's discarded clothes, and snatched them up to lay underneath his head. Wyatt was just processing this act of concern for his comfort when Chris was suddenly pulling him to the edge of the counter where he promptly knelt and pushed his legs up. Wyatt cried out in pleasurable surprise when he felt Chris's mouth on him. The friction of his beard sent him into the stratosphere and the intrusion of his tongue pushed him further into orbit. He looked down at Chris and saw only his eyes, so fierce and ravenous, and his cock jumped at the sight.

Chris winked at Wyatt before rising up a little and allowing his hot, wet tongue to glide upward until he reached Wyatt's impossibly hard cock. He kept a firm grip on Wyatt's legs and took his cock between his lips. Wyatt felt an explosion of unfathomable lust washing over him at the sight and sensation of Chris sucking his cock. In all of their previous encounters, he hadn't done this before.  But now, in the middle of Wyatt's kitchen, the Aussie sucked his cock like a complete pro. Chris paid attention to the way Wyatt's body moved and the sounds that escaped his lips, allowing them to guide him as he continued to suck him. Then, with one hand supporting one of Wyatt's thighs, he took the other and began to press his fingers into Wyatt's hole.

Wyatt's head was spinning from the immense pleasure. He rested the leg Chris wasn't holding on the man's shoulder and continued to ride the tidal wave. "Chris..." he moaned. "Chris, I'm gonna..." he warned.

Right when Wyatt felt like he was going to tumble over the edge, Chris pulled back. "Not without me inside you," the alpha male growled as he stood up and continued to twist his fingers in and out of Wyatt. "That's it...open up for daddy."

Wyatt shook his head. "Want to taste you first."

Chris's cock twitched and a huge glob of precum dripped out of it. He moved back and helped Wyatt reposition so that his head was hanging off of the island. He looked up at Chris's gigantic cock and immediately caught the precum on his tongue before grabbing Chris's ass and pulling him toward his mouth. Chris reached down and guided his cock into Wyatt's mouth and the bottom promptly took him all the way to the thick base, gagging on every inch but giving zero fucks about it. He needed this cock. He needed the taste of it. And if he choked on it? Well, so be it.

Chris was astounded at how Wyatt throated his cock. He watched as if in some kind of trance as his throat bulged from the intrusion. Goaded by the sound of Wyatt's hungry slurping and sucking, he took hold of his head and began to pump his hips, loving the tightness of Wyatt's throat around him. When Wyatt began to choke, Chris pulled back to give him a breather. Wyatt took a few deep breaths before pulling Chris back into him as if his cock were some kind of life force.

"Uh-uh! I've been saving this load for your ass," Chris chided him as withdrew his cock. A thick string of cum and saliva connected the head of Chris's cock to Wyatt's lips and he shuddered with lust. "Fuck, you're so hot!" He growled.

"Fuck me," Wyatt whimpered. "I want it so bad."

"Yeah, I know you want daddy's cock," Chris said before manhandling Wyatt into a more conducive position.

Wyatt held onto the counter as he was bent over it and the coolness of the surface felt good against his chest. Chris grabbed one of his legs and lifted it up onto the counter before shoving his cock into him. Wyatt cried out at the sensation of being immediately filled with the entire length of Chris but soon found that there were even more sensations for him to catch up to. Chris reached for his shoulder and pressed him down and began to piston his hips in a pace that was immediately so powerful it made each of Wyatt's breaths come out in loud, uncontrollable whimpers. His body shook with each thrust, like a house being rattled by a category five storm.

Then Chris suddenly withdrew his cock. Wyatt was in the midst of the disappointment of suddenly being so empty when Chris picked him up and pulled him against him. Wyatt wrapped his arms around Chris's neck and the larger man hooked an arm underneath both of his legs.

"Hold onto me," Chris warned before lifting Wyatt up and sitting him back onto his cock.

Wyatt let out a blissful scream into Chris's shoulder at being completely full again. Then, like a drowning man seeking out a breath of air, his mouth found Chris's. The kissing was loud, messy and wet, with both men groaning into each other. Then, because neither could stand it any longer, Chris lifted Wyatt up before bouncing him  up and down. Wyatt held on for dear life as his hole was repeatedly filled and Chris's big, pendulous balls slapped against his skin in a loud, wet rhythm.

They carried on like this until they were in the hallway. Wyatt couldn't even remember getting there, but suddenly Chris had stopped walking and was now laying Wyatt down on the carpet. Without pulling out of him, he draped his body over Wyatt's and fucked him right there on the floor with deep, system-rocking thrusts. Wyatt could feel the carpet beginning to cause some rug burn but it was the last thing on his mind.

"I'm going to breed you," Chris grunted, and suddenly Wyatt realized they weren't using protection. The thought of this man on top of him filling him up with his cum shoved Wyatt completely over the edge. His cock began to pulse, sending streaks of hot cum all over him. One volley hit him in his face, coating his lips.

Chris moved down and licked his lips tasting Wyatt's hot cum before kissing him deeply.  "Oh, fuck, that's so hot," Chris cried out in that helpless voice that told Wyatt he was at the point of no return. Wyatt's hole continued to clench and spasm around Chris, and soon the top's hips started to move in an unsteady but still powerful rhythm as he started to unleash stream upon stream of hot cum deep inside of him.

With an exhausted sigh, a very sweaty Chris laid on top of Wyatt and fought to catch his breath. After what seemed like a small eternity, he leaned back and smiled down at Wyatt's exhausted face. "So, what's for dessert?" He asked.