Feral Hearts (Cyan)

Evening of lust

The hotel room door opens and the two stumble in, too consumed in the tango of their tongues to look where they're going. Ryan trips over his feet and they tumble to the floor, tangled in a passionate embrace.

Chris laughs as he helps Ryan to his feet. "Whoopsies," he says. "I can't help falling for you," Ryan quips. "Pun intended," Chris asserts. "Of course, anything for my gorgeous dad joke king," Ryan confirms. Chris sweeps Ryan off his feet, "Shall we take this to the bedroom, baby?" "Yes, please, I'm so horny for you to fuck me," Ryan whispers.

"Then I shall hurry as fast as I can." Ryan clings to his neck as Chris makes his way to their desired destination.  Chris lets him down as soon as they get to the bed. "Let me undress you," Ryan begs and he toys with Chris' shirt buttons. "Only if I can do the same," Chris barters. "I would love nothing more, my love," Ryan acquiesces.

As Ryan strips his lover of his shirt, he begins to kiss, lick, and suck his way from the waist up to the top of Chris' gorgeous torso. Tonguing his bellybutton to sucking on his nipple and moving upward to latch onto the junction between neck and shoulder to ravenously begin creating one of the biggest hickeys he's ever given. "Yes, baby, right there. Give me more," Chris moans.

Ryan's hands drift down to unlatch his belt only for Chris to stop him. "Ah ah ah, that's my job, naughty boy." Chris pushes Ryan's hands away to finish what Ryan had started. He whips the belt free of Ryan's belt loops, unzips the fly, and pulls the black jeans down to his ankles and gestures for Ryan to step out of them.

As Chris stands back up, he rips Ryan's black t shirt up his torso to pull it off as quickly as possible. Chris brings Ryan's hands to his belt to begin divesting him of his leather pants. As soon as the pants make it down to his ankles, he lifts each foot for Ryan to pull the pants totally off his body.

Ryan stays knelt and pulls Chris' boxers down to take his dick into his mouth, he takes Chris' hands and places them on his head to signal his consent to being facefucked. Chris cards his fingers through his darling's lovely hair, grips tight and tugs a bit and is rewarded with a sensual moan from his paramour.

Ryan grips Chris' waist for leverage and gives his beloved free reign to use him to his heart's content. Chris pulls him in deep and begins a slow plunge into his throat that steadily increases until he's ready to explode. Chris pulls away, grabs the lube from his travel case that he had packed for possible sexy fun time. "Hands and knees for me, baby."

Ryan assumes the position. Chris approaches the delectable cake he's been presented with with salacious glee. He palms that magnificent ass and spanks once one each cheek. Ryan jolts as a keen pours from his mouth. "Yes, Daddy. Spank me more." He whimpers as two more cracks rain down on his bubble butt. "I love it when you call me Daddy, baby."

Chris kneels to lave his tongue all over to show that hole some love. Ryan whines for more. One more slap and Chris pops the cap of the lube to liberally coat his fingers in its slipperiness. He starts with one finger and works his way to 3 and then four to comfortably stretch out his baby's hole.  He takes a few seconds to toy with Ryan's prostate before he slicks up his cock to take that first dive into that cavern of pleasure.

Ryan groans at the delicious stretch that's edged with a scant amount of pain. "Move, baby. Give it to me." Chris grasps Ryan's hips for support as he thrusts. "I'm not going to last long, baby." "Me neither, go harder." Chris' speed surges, whipping in and out as fast as humanly possible. Pounding his prostate.  "I'm almost there, Daddy." "Cum for me, love." Ryan cums in a rush as his vision whites out. His asshole pulsates, milking Chris for everything he's got. They collapse, limbs intertwined and exhausted from their mutual release.

Chris pulls out. They cuddle together and exchange languorous kisses. Chris pulls the covers over the both of them, legs entwined. "Let's clean up later, I'm tired, Daddy." "Me too, baby. You wore me out." Chris wraps his arms around Ryan's fatigued frame and they pass out in the afterglow of their glorious climax.
Fade to black.

End.