Tom Holland X Male Celebrities

Oliver Jackson-Cohen

Oliver pushed Tom up against the walls so that he could feel the cold of the stone seep through the multiple layers of his clothing. Oliver kindled their lips, pushing his tongue into Tom's mouth and letting it roam around, grazing across his teeth and gums, savouring the flavour of Tom's spit. His hands began to explore the younger man's body, slipping beneath his tight fitted t-shirt so that his fingers could trace along the accented lines of Tom's muscles.

The taller man's delicate touch caused Tom's body to become hazed with heat, making it feel as if an insatiable fire was spreading across his skin, its tongues licking greedily at the pale canvas, colouring it in black. Tom let a soft moan escape his mouth as he felt the man's fingers softly flit across his stomach, arching his back as if it would make the man touch him more.

Tom's skin was soft and warm, smooth beneath his finger tips until he moved them down the line of hair leading into Tom's jeans and instantly the previously undisturbed tapestry become studded with goosebumps. It caused Oliver to laugh, softly and seductively, a sound that reduced Tom's knees to jelly.

Oliver detached their lips, pulling back and bringing his hand up to Tom's face to cup his cheek within his palm and run his thumb across the younger man's red bottom lip, wondering how it would look wrapped around his erection. Pushing his thumb past Tom's teeth, feeling the warm and wet expanse of the man's tongue press up against his finger as he began to suck on it, Oliver deftly unbuckle his belt one-handed, unable to exile the image of his penis embedded inside Tom's mouth from his mind. His erection pained, yearning for relieve.

The two men had kept eye contact while Oliver unbuckled and once the belt was undone, removing his thumb from Tom's mouth, he pulled his pants and underwear down so that his 9 inch erection attentively sprung up. He brought his face towards Tom's, rekindling their kiss for a few blissful seconds while he stroked his erection, he then placed a hand on the shorter man's shoulder and guided him to his knees. Once there, he grab a clump of Tom's soft curly hair, entangling his fingers amongst the brown strands, he fed his lengthy erection into Tom's open mouth, reviling in the sensation as his penis was enveloped by warmth and plushy wetness.

Oliver began to slowly thrust his hips backwards and forwards while he keep his eyes focused on Tom's that gradually began to redden and fill with tears. It excited Oliver, seeing the man like that, his erection stroking in and out of Tom's mouth making a debauched sight. "Shit." he groaned, laying his head back, holding his shirt up with his hand that was not tied in Tom's hair, exposing his muscled, flat abdomen.

Chills raced up Tom's spine as he watched the pleasure unfolding upon the attractive man, the pleasure he was responsible for.

"You're so pretty." Oliver commented, biting his lip to punctuate the sentence while he swept his thumb across Tom's soft, smooth cheek as his penis continued to stroke into Tom's mouth, the tip knocking against the back of his palate.

"Shit, shit, baby." Oliver groaned, gritting his teeth, placing his hands tightly on the both sides of Tom's head and inclining the speed of his thrusts, causing Tom to choke, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks, leaving little sparkling tracks. "Fuck, fuck." Oliver groaned before he began to whimper, his posturing began to dissolve as his hips twitched. "Shit-" and then semen rushed into Tom's mouth, the salty taste washing across his tongue.

Tom swallowed the gooey substance and was helped back up from his knees. Instantly, Oliver's lips was back on his, the man's tongue pushing into his mouth while his fingers hurriedly worked to unbuckle Tom's belt. Once it was finally undone, he brought his mouth to Tom's ear while his hands moved down his back to clasp around his plump butt cheeks, "I'm going to fuck you so hard." Oliver whispered in a lascivious tone before pulling back and spinning Tom around, bending him over the edge of the bed.

Dropping to his knees, Oliver hastily pulled Tom's jeans down so that he was only left in his underwear. He began to scatter a few soft kisses across his butt before he removed Tom of his boxers as well, spreading his cheeks so that he could bury his tongue within Tom's hole, listening, satisfied, to the sounds it caused Tom to produce. He flicked his tongue before he ringed it around the rim of his hole, then pushing it back in, moving the back of Tom's shirt up so that he could see the muscles move and flex across his back, little bumps, valleys and ridges forming before dissolving beneath his skin.

After a minute or two, listening to Tom moan and groan in pleasure, his body withering with arousal, Oliver straightened up, slapping his penis against Tom's butt a few times to get the blood flowing back to it. He then spat into the palm of his hand, stroking it onto his erection before he could finally gently ease it into Tom's body, watching as the younger man's body went stiff, the muscles in his back flexing as the erection began to fill him.

He watched his erection disappear inside Tom's body before it reappeared as he thrust his hips into the younger man, relishing in the pleasure it ignited in his body. "You like that, baby?" he asked, playfully smacking Tom's butt.

A whimper escaped Tom's mouth that almost caused Oliver's body to dilapidate with pleasure. Tom nodded his head before he spoke, wrapping his fist around clumps of the bedsheet, the veins bulging on the backs of his hands, "Yes, fuck." his voice was uneven and jittery as pleasure swirled freely within his veins, causing his limbs to go limp as well as twitch each time the tip of Oliver's 9 inches made contact with Tom's prostate.

"Fuck." Oliver grunted, his trusts merciless and rough, coming in a quick succession, causing the bed to creak to the rhythm of his thrusts, his body beginning to glitter with sweat. "Holy shit, Tom." he moaned, spreading his hand across the back of Tom's head, fanning out his fingers before he retracted them, taking along strands of Tom's hair so that the older man could pull his head back.

The pain caused by this only seemed to add to Tom's pleasure. His moans and whimpers continued, arching his back so that he was sure he wasn't obscuring Oliver's path into his body. It felt fucking amazing, he thought to himself as his mouth hung ajar, sweat starting to bead his forward, then trickling down his nose and into his eyes.

"Huh, you like that?" Oliver asked, the muscles in his midriff flexing as he sent his erection barreling into Tom's body as he quickly neared his climax.

His heart throbbed in his ears as his thrusts continued at a rough pace, his hips moving swift and intently into Tom until his seed eventually spilled over into Tom's body.