BL ONESHOTS NO.3

⁵⁰⁰🥵Gram x White⁰⁰⁵

< Ghostship >

Gram, the confident and dominant top, walked into the club with a smirk on his face. He was known for his rough and passionate ways in the bedroom, and tonight, he was on the prowl for a new conquest. As he scanned the room, his eyes fell on a handsome man dancing in the corner. He had a lean build with a hint of sass in his movements. Gram had found his target.

Walking over to the man, who introduced himself as White, Gram wasted no time in making his intentions clear. He whispered in White's ear, "I want to fuck you. Hard." White's eyes widened in surprise, but he couldn't deny the sudden rush of desire that coursed through his body.

Without a word, Gram took White by the hand and led him to a private room in the back. As soon as the door closed, Gram pushed White against the wall and pinned him there with his muscular body. White's heart raced with excitement as Gram's hot breath fanned across his neck.

"You want me to fuck you, baby?" Gram growled, his voice dripping with lust.

White's response was a needy moan, fueling Gram's desire even further. He wasted no time in pulling off White's shirt, revealing his toned chest and abs. Gram's hands roamed over every inch of White's body, memorizing every curve and dip.

"I want you to beg for it," Gram commanded, his hands reaching for White's pants. With a swift movement, he pulled them down, revealing White's arousal. Gram couldn't help but let out a low growl, admiring the sight before him.

As he lifted White up and pinned him against the wall again, their lips met in a passionate and hungry kiss. Their tongues danced together as Gram's hands roamed over White's body, sending electric shocks through him.

White couldn't believe how turned on he was by Gram's dominance and strength. He had always been a bottom, but Gram made him feel like he was on top of the world. White felt like putty in Gram's hands, willing to do anything for him.

And as Gram entered him, the moans and screams that escaped White's lips only fueled Gram's passion. He picked up his pace, thrusting into White with the force of a raging bull. White could feel himself losing control, his body shaking with pleasure.

As they both reached their climax, they collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and satisfied. They lay there, tangled in each other's arms, catching their breath.

"I...I've never felt...so good," White managed to say between breaths.

Gram smirked, his tone still filled with dominance. "I told you, I was going to fuck you good. And I did."

White couldn't help but laugh, grateful for the amazing experience he had just had with Gram. They spent the rest of the night together, exploring each other's bodies and desires.

From that night on, Gram and White were inseparable. They had found a connection and a passion that they had never experienced before. And every time they whispered, "Fuck me," to each other, it was more than just a physical act - it was a declaration of their intense and unbreakable bond.

[No.50. Hope you like it. Bye now.]