He'd spent the entire day on his phone. Fingers tapping away as the seconds ticked by. Tiktok. Twitter. Leo. Somehow, he always found himself back to Leo's feed, paying more attention to that media tab than he'd ever paid in a class. Who could blame him? Third period history never got him this hard. The red haze from this morning had faded hours ago, dimly illuminating the small bedroom from his racks of action figures to the mirror facing his snapback chair. He was in it right now. Red underwear under his balls, dick in his hand; stroking to Leo. He groaned when he checked the time. 7pm. He had a long day tomorrow. Probably should turn it in early. He did. It was only after he threw the phone on the bed before diving after it did he realize how hungry he was but it really wasn't an issue. He didn't eat much anyway. He had almost as much energy that he'd had this morning and going to sleep this early wasn't the best idea. Especially knowing that his imagination was quite..active. Shit, he'd started dreaming before his eyes even closed properly.
The smell of bacon woke him up. Groaning, he stumbled to the bathroom to wash his face so he could at least have some form of coherence. The water didn't change much. Walking into the kitchen, he paused in the door frame. Leo was there. Cooking. In an apron of all things. Why was that an issue? He was wearing an apron, yes, but only an apron and the sight wasn't helping Rhae's morning wood at all. If anything, it stiffened, straining against his underwear like it would tear it and he was damn sure he heard a stitch undo. He tried his best to ignore it, walking up to wrap his arms around the male's waist. Leo, surprised, bumped back into him. Another thing that wasn't helping his erection.
"Oh."
The boy chuckled when he felt it but didn't make an effort to move away. Rhae, on the other hand, couldn't decide what the fuck to do.
"Shut up. What's for breakfast?"
Leo turned in his arms, fully aware of exactly what he was doing as he pointed with the buttery knife.
"Croissants with bacon or"
He moved to face the bacon on the stove beside them, his ass forcing Rhae's dick to strain at an awkward angle before he turned again to point at another section of the counter.
"Eggs or"
He leaned forward slightly, a hand pressed against the wall and the other on the counter, rear pressed against the only wood in the room that wasn't a utensil.
"Me."
It wasn't a hard choice. It wasn't even a choice. That must've been the fastest he ever got out of his underwear, erection flying to smack against the male's ass before settling comfortably between his cheeks. Rhae reached above their head for the vegetable grease in the cupboard. Wasn't the best choice of lube but it was the closest. The liquid poured onto his tip to run along his inches, dripping from the underside and his balls. What didn't end up in a puddle on the white tile, found itself staining Leo's crease. Prep was good and all but he didn't have the painkillers or patience to wait. He angled his hips after he pulled them back to press his tip against Leo's entrance before gripping his waist.
"Wai-"
"Shut up."
He slowly pressed inside, pulling out an inch for every two inches he went in. God, the way the warmth gripped him was making him moan like a bitch. He stopped when he was fully inside, trying his best to get used to the feeling. He was dissociating. He couldn't process anything that wasn't the way he felt inside Leo. How heavenly this sin felt. He leaned down to absent-mindedly kiss on the male's nape as he rolled his hips, penetrating as deep as he could go. In time, he sped up; losing himself to the feeling. He didn't stop. Not when he had his hand behind Leo's neck, forcing him down against the counter as he fucked him. Not even when Leo's fingers were locked around his head and his legs held up around Rhae's waist, being fucked like he was the last person on Earth. The smoke from the burnt bacon temporarily jarred him, forcing him to let one of Leo's legs fall so he could damn near punch the stove's power knob off. That aside, he soon got back to doing the only thing he knew in that moment: breeding Leo. Every little sound that spilt from the male's perfect lips formed a symphony of lust that fed his very soul. Each gyration of the male's body, ripples of flesh and muscle driven from his entrance. Fuck. He loved this. Pulling them away from the smoke and stench, he practically dragged the male to the living room so he could tug both his arms back towards him. They were holding hands, yeah, just not in any sort of romance. He was pretty sure the male's pecs looked edible right now but he couldn't be bothered to turn him around. This was raw animal lust. The steady clap of his pelvis against Leo's ass filled the room in a regular reverb, the squelching from the developing gape joining the symphony of moans, grunts and expletives. He didn't even notice when he'd let go to let the boy fall over the side of the couch. Didn't notice when he picked one of his legs up to drill his point into his prostate. Didn't notice that when precum began to flow, he flipped the male to ram his flailing waist against his pelvis. That slight twist in his dick caused his balls to pull up enough for him to know that he wouldn't last much longer. He pulled him and lifted him onto the counter.
"I'm going to cum."
His lips immediately pressed against the male's, cutting out any verbal response. Almost simultaneously, he realized that his hips felt like they were about to fall off the gut-wrenching agony that was his stomach. He sounded like a mule, nostrils working like a jet intake now that he couldn't breathe through his nose or see through the blinding sweat. Rhae rammed inside Leo, lodging a rope of cum eight inches deep before slowly pulling out. A perfect white trail following the retreating tip. He hadn't noticed that Leo had came. Much less when. He chuckled, reaching a finger towards the reddening nut on the male's ab-
The red glow that normally started his day made him want to end it. Staring up at the mocking crimson, he gave a defeated sigh as he felt the wetness in his underwear. Yeah. Laundry day wasn't just on Saturdays anymore.
