Nepenthe [] A MLM situationship smut

Mine on Yours

He straddles my lower torso and my legs twitch in response. He watches me with a lustful intensity as he rolls his hips menacingly slow across my dick. I feel the gentle pressure of his against me and my breath catches in my throat. My skin is on fire, every inch burning with adrenaline. He rolls his hips again and this time I grind into it, rubbing against his tip. He gasps quietly, closing his eyes briefly before meeting my gaze with challenge. He's not letting me take the reigns. I oblige.

He bears down, rolling and grinding into me with unforgiving strokes until I groan helplessly, needing more friction. I'm already so close but it's not enough.

"Take them off," he tugs on my waistband and lifts up to allow me room. I strip off the sweats I was in as if I never was, followed closely by me peeling off his. His tip is leaking, begging to be touched. We're now both bare and exposed, and I'm met with a primal desire. Despite how many times I've seen him like this, I need to feel him. There's no way around it.

To his surprise, I grab him by the shoulders and yank him down against my chest, meeting him in another kiss. He follows suit, and I feel his cock brush against mine. I let out a breathless groan, gripping his ass and pulling him up. He grinds his hips down, brushing against me again and letting out a soft moan. He feels it too. We lock eyes and I see the need in his expression, his face flushed, hair dropping into his eyes.

He sits up abruptly, dripping saliva out of his mouth and onto his dick, stroking it gently. I watch in awe as he lubes himself, lost in the sensation. He sits in bliss for a moment, stroking up and down with strain and as much self control as possible, before doing the same to me with a new round of spit. I gasp, my dick twitching given the sudden change in friction. I close my eyes and furrow my brows, enveloped in the feeling. I have no idea what he's planning, but I don't need to know. As long as he's happy, I'll enjoy myself.

After a moment, he leans back down, leaving me briefly helpless. I look at him with desperation before he tilts his hips and I feel his cock slide against mine. My mouth slacks open and I lose focus. I look at him again, and I'm met with a smirk. He bites his lower lip so so softly— if you didn't know him you wouldn't notice— and rolls his hips again, sliding across me. I let out long groan as red hot pleasure washes over me, my skin tingling. I push my hips up into his only to be met with firm hands on my waist.

"That good?" He slurs, rolling his hips again. I can only offer a pathetic nod in response as I'm once again overwhelmed with the wet, slick sliding of our dicks against each other. Fuck, Kaz. What have you done to me?

He starts to grind against me with a steady pace, creating a filthy, moist sound as a counter-effect. I whine, gripping his shoulders and meeting his lips in a kiss. His tongue swirls against mine in a mess of saliva and flesh as I tumble dangerously close to the edge already. His hips steadily increase in speed and intensity as the feeling gets stronger. God, I'm gonna cum before he does.

"Fuck... please slow down," I pant, "you're ruining me."

His lips slow their rhythm, and he loses all mind as he rolls his eyes, his hips gaining a punishing speed, and I grasp onto every ounce of control I can, my only focus being that he gets there before I do. He deserves it. I look down; bad idea. His tip slides in and out of the gap between our stomachs, and I catch a glimpse of my cock against his. I pant and bite my lip, squeezing my eyes and fists shut and praying to every entity known to man as to not bust right here and right now.

Just then, I hear his breathing speed up, and his hips stutter.

"Fuckkkk, fuckfuckfuck," I watch him as he closes his eyes and his jaw slacks, his hair blocking the good view. He digs his nails into my shoulders, peeling skin as he does so, and I feel his hips twitch and stop briefly before continuing. Every muscle in his body tenses against me as he lets out a gutteral moan, drool seeping out onto my chest.

I feel my body go nearly numb, and as soon as I feel the hot sensation of cum on my hip, I grip his hair tightly, my mouth opening in pure awe as I cum harder than I have in months. I roll my eyes back and vaguely register his hand on my dick as he rides me out, each wave of pleasure crashing into me with ridiculous intensity. I pant sharply, coming down from it all slowly.

After several minutes, I drag Kaz down onto me, his head dropping onto my chest. He gladly obliges.

"Wow," I mutter. He laughs, exhaustion dripping from his body.

I turn to check the clock: 4:56. The sun shines dimly from outside the window. I glance down at his content expression, arm draped across my chest.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I asked, not expecting a response as he looked barely conscious enough to do so. He rarely relays his problems after the fact anyways, and that's okay with me.

"Nah," he says softly, the rasp evaporated from his voice, leaving only love and adoration. I smile softly, a hand resting in his tangled hair.