In Love with a Lunatic (joshler)

36. Eli*

(*smut)

Friday
October 17

Tyler moans loudly, arms wrapped around Dallon's shoulders while his knees hook around the bigger man's biceps as he's fucked harshly against the shower wall.

He whimpers as Dallon kisses his neck, the man's hand pressing securely into his back. Tyler turns his head slightly toward his boyfriend, earning a pained grunt from him.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Tyler gasps, feeling Dallon's body tense. He lifts the man's head carefully, cupping his cheeks and looking at his bruised face. He continues to pant, trying to catch his breath, "I'm so sorry, baby."

"It's okay," Dallon breathes softly, eyes screwed shut while he waits for the sting to subside.

"The pills wore off already?"

"I haven't taken them yet."

"Dallon, you're supposed to take them with breakfast," Tyler states.

"I forgot, I'm sorry," Dallon sighs, opening his eyes again. "I'll take them when we get out."

Tyler sighs but whimpers as the man grips his hair and latches onto his neck again, assuring he couldn't turn his head. Letting his leg wrap around the elder's waist, the smaller boy lies his head back, Dallon's hand tightening slightly as he begins to move his hips again.

"Mmhm!" Tyler whines loudly as his boyfriend bumps his sweet spot, his legs constricting around his body.

Dallon glances over at a sudden loud crash beside them, laughing slightly as he sees the shampoo and body wash bottles lying on the floor, Tyler's arm in their previous place on the shelf. He peers up at the brunette's face, biting his lip gently at the gorgeous scene.

Pulling the man's head forward, he presses their lips together. Tyler pulls away with a gasp, "I'm gonna cum."

"Go ahead," Dallon mutters. "But I'm not done yet."

Jaw dropping, his eyes squeezing shut as he tilts his head back again. He lets out a gasping moan as his back arches slightly, releasing onto his and Dallon's abdomens.

As promised, Dallon doesn't slow his pace, making Tyler tighten his grip on the man's shoulders, sensitive euphoria filling his mind.
With every thrust and bump inside of him, Tyler's words become more lost. Hugging his boyfriend, he feels tears fill his eyes until they're streaming down over his pudgy cheeks.

Try as he might, he can't form words coherent enough to help his boyfriend finish quicker. He taps Dallon's shoulder three times, making the man stop, "Are you okay?"

"I..." Tyler gulps. He pants for a moment, "I just..."

"Need a minute?" Dallon finishes for him.

Tyler nods. "I'm sorry," he whispers, finally catching his breath enough to speak.

"No," Dallon shakes his head. "It's why we have the safe words, babydoll."

"It's too much," Tyler breathes quietly.

"Okay," Dallon nods softly. "It's okay. Hey, look at me."

Tyler lifts his head carefully and looks at the taller man.

"I'm not upset. You shouldn't be either. I'm not gonna keep going if you're not enjoying it," Dallon states, wiping the brunette's red face before kissing his forehead.

"I'll suck you off," Tyler offers.

"You don't have to, I'm content."

"I want to."