strike me dead

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a palm strikes into soft flesh. robert is getting spanked. hes whimpering and holding back tears with his ass up. submissive. red and raw. hes shaking and begging for more grinding on simons leg. dying to cum. whining so loud he gets an extra hard spank for almost waking the others. he tries to muffle his moans in the bedsheets by burying his face in them hes unrestrained and desperate.

simon decides the best way to shut him up is getting robert to such his fingers. roberts teasing simons fingertips by brushing his lips against them until hes jolted forward and cant take it anymore so he ends up deepthroating them. hes drooling down his chin and his girly whines coming around the fingers in his mouth. simon tells him he looks beautiful. all dainty and whorish.

hes gasping for air, blushing all over. his neck is littered with small bites and faint hickies. even though simons posessive he knows they need to hide this. roberts desperate. hes trying to flatter simon with sweet words about how big simons cock is. how much he wants it. how good it feels to be filled completely. hes leaking onto simons jeans. something simon will tease him for later. he will say something about robert being a needy whore. robert will hold back a moan and throb in his pants. simon loves to call him that. it makes their arrangement easier. it gives him a way to cope with never having robert fully to himself.

roberts thighs are sensitive. simon lavishes them with kisses whenever he gets the chance. vast expanses of soft fragrant skin. he covers them in hickies. its the easiest place to hide them. its also a good way to take robert apart. to reduce him to a nonverbal mess. thats what led him to spanking robert. the wet spot on simons jeans is now undeniable.

robert has been laid on his back. ass raw. knees weak. breath staggered. shaking. begging simon to enter him. simon teases his cock against roberts entrance. keeping him on edge. robert feels the damp tip poking his thigh. he cant speak. its too much. his eyelashes are heavy and damp. lightheaded. spent already. one last plea. be gentle please si.

simon gives in. shoves in fast. impatient. he doesnt move. he stays perfectly still. eyes on roberts face. robert moves his hips slightly. trying to fuck himself on simon. simon can be cruel. but robert cant bring himself to hate his teasing. it makes his reward so much better. simon starts fucking him. really fucking him. tired sweet moans. he mumbles about how god simon feels. its indistinct. barely formed words. simon savors every single noise. he says something about his pretty mouth. something else about smudged lipstick. another piece of filth about how wet robert is. his little leaky cock against his soft stomach. simon reaches to jerk him off.

robert is panting. he throws his head back at simons touch. too far to see simons smirk. he comes. hard and hot. messy. damp. the humidity of the room only dawns on him now. simons still thrusting. rough. right onto his worn prostate. robert is shaking. robert squeezes his hole tight. simon finishes. glorious. right inside of robert. their favourite. robert cant remember if he had begged for it tonight. he feels full. its simons way of marking his territory. jealous creature. he loves being able to own robert completely.

simon pulls out. slow. robert winces under his breath. simon drops down beside him. cum trickles down his thigh. fingers his hair. good boy he says. its peaceful. a tender kiss eases them out of their haze. curled against each other. robert loves falling into this unspoken comforting sweetness. simon relishes in the domesticity. no girlfriends. no band members. no distractions. just pure impermeable bliss. afterglow in its truest form.