into the light

}[>the incident<]{

steven ran one hand up robert's sweat soaked, trembling side and curled his fingers inside of robert, prompting a strained mewl from his lover as he pressed them directly against his prostate. he carefully pulled them back a bit, then slipped in a third, stretching his friends strained hole even wider around his strong digits. robert's back arched and his spine curled as he shivered. his breathing was strained and heavy, his face buried in a pillow which he tightly clung to with his unsteady hands, wrenching them against the fabric in response to the overwhelming pleasure.

'so good steven...' he panted and tilted his hips back, which was terribly convenient for steve, who dug his spare hand into robert's fleshy hip so hard he could have almost left a bruise as he fucked his fingers in and out, he then let the hand trail back down, grazing his nails down robert's side until he reached his plump thigh, rubbing it comfortingly.

'you want more, yeah... wanna feel me even deeper?' he asked, eyeing up the bottle of lube that rested beside him on the bed. robert glanced over his shoulder and gave steve a weak nod of consent, so he picked up the bottle and applied another liberal helping of the thick gel to his hand, then slid his three fingers back in, gently spreading them even wider inside of robert before quickly slipping a fourth finger into the straining entrance.

robert cried out and slammed a fist into the mattress, curling his toes. his hole now stretched so wide around steven, wider than he could have possibly imagined. robert took him incredibly well, and his sweaty, shaking body yielded beautifully before him. steve moved his three middle fingers in and out, ever so slightly brushing robert's prostate on his inward thrusts while moving his little finger back and forth along his rim to ease it even wider. his whole entrance was impossibly gaped, it had never been so thoroughly stretched before and he clenched around steven with a squealing yowl, curling his toes and pushing his hips back. if steve pulled his hand out it would certainly leave a remaining gape behind, and oh... what a sight that would be. it gave him an idea for a photo— robert on the ground with his legs spread wide, stretching out his wrecked hole with both hands like a perverted sheela na gig. his cock twitched in his underwear at the thought, precum soaking the front of his briefs, his own fantasies fueling his actions.

'more steve- ah, please-' he breathed, and naturally steven obliged. he continued to push his four fingers in and out, savoring robert's delicious noises of ecstasy, curling them even more prominently upwards as he went in, each thrust stronger, smoother, more passionate than the last. robert's legs gave out beneath him and he whimpered, collapsing straight onto his front, but steven didn't slow down at all. he kept his rhythm, drawing deliciously primal noises from robert's throat as he slowly melted into the bed. the way robert's hole stretched and contracted again and again was almost surreal, he was pushing himself just for steve, another testament to his obedience.

robert was now utterly undone, having transformed into a whining puddle of pathetic flesh in the middle of his bed. he moaned and weakly attempted to shift his waist against the bedsheets as steven dutifully fucked him with his hand. the writhing muscles of his broad shoulders in the dim light were extraordinarily beautiful, and after a moment body of admiration, steven compulsively sat up to press a kiss to the center of his back. he was so loose, his ring of muscle showing no resistance to his hand whatsoever, the insides of his thighs and the entirety of steven's hand were absolutely drenched in lube, and before he even knew it steve had pulled his hand back and clenched the tips of all five fingers together, pushing them in once more with just as much ease as before.

'owh- oh!' robert gasped, clutching the pillow to his face even tighter as steven shoved each digit in up to his knuckles and retracted them ever so slightly again.

'relax for me now...' steve muttered, barely able to verbalise his own debauched thoughts, robert's slick hole clenched around him and he mewled— half in pleasure, half in pain— but steven had to push it further. he always had to keep pushing, for better or for worse, and he peppered feather light kisses onto robert's plump arse to comfort him. shaking with determination, he clenched his hand tighter to fold it as small as it could possibly become and pushed, his fingers slipped in like a dream but as soon as his knuckles made their way through his passage, robert cried out in pain.