Hearts Out of Bounds

Chapter 8: Moment Of Passion

JC and Clint tiptoed through the hallway, sneaking into Clint's room, laughing quietly as they slipped through the door. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow from the bathroom spilling into the space. Clint grinned at JC, motioning toward the bathroom, where the jacuzzi was already bubbling.

"Come on," Clint whispered mischievously, pulling JC along.

Once inside the bathroom, Clint began undressing, his body silhouetted against the soft light. JC, watching with a playful smirk, couldn't resist teasing. "Your ass looks good... I'd love to ram it hard," he joked, his tone dripping with flirtation.

Clint chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped into the jacuzzi. "You're so talkative, JC. Maybe I should shut you up by putting my dick in your mouth," Clint teased back, his voice low and suggestive. "Would you like to gag on it? Maybe even taste my warm cum?"

JC, always quick with a retort, shot back, "Are you even a virgin? I bet you want to feel my hard cock in your hole."

Clint raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "I've got a bigger dick than you," he shot back confidently, his tone playful but challenging. "And I'd love to fuck that tight ass of yours."

The tension between them crackled, their teasing growing hotter. Clint stood up, his fully erect cock standing proudly, and moved closer to JC. JC, caught off guard by the sudden display, felt a rush of arousal as Clint positioned himself right in front of him.

Without a word, JC opened his mouth, taking Clint's cock inside, sucking slowly at first, savoring every inch. Clint moaned, his head tilting back as JC's tongue swirled around him. The sensation was incredible, the slow, teasing movements pushing Clint closer to the edge. JC grinned up at him, knowing exactly what he was doing, keeping Clint right on the precipice of pleasure before taking him deeper, feeling the pulse of Clint's hard dick in his mouth.

Clint's moans filled the air, but just as he was about to lose control, they moved to the shower. Clint pushed JC against the wall, spreading his legs and rubbing his throbbing cock against JC's ass cheeks. The sensation sent shivers down JC's spine, but what came next shocked him even more.

Clint dropped to his knees, his hands gripping JC's hips, and without warning, he began licking JC's butthole. JC gasped, his body trembling as Clint's tongue worked its way around him, exploring, teasing. It was JC's first time being rimmed, and the unexpected pleasure was overwhelming.

Clint paused for a moment, his voice thick with lust. "You like that?" he asked, his breath hot against JC's skin.

"Yes," JC moaned in response, his body betraying just how much he loved it.

Clint then pulled JC to face him, surprising him with a sudden, hungry blowjob. Despite his inexperience, Clint was focused, determined to make JC feel as good as possible. His lips wrapped tightly around JC's cock, and as JC's moans grew louder, Clint only went deeper, more intense, using his tongue and lips to drive JC wild.

JC was completely lost in the pleasure, moaning uncontrollably as Clint took him to the brink of climax. Just as he was about to cum, Clint stopped, gripping JC's shaft tightly to keep him from finishing. JC let out a frustrated groan, but Clint had other plans.

Without a word, Clint moved JC to the beautiful sink with the mirror. He positioned JC in a squat, facing the mirror, while Clint stood behind him. JC was about to say something, but before he could, Clint pushed him into position, opening JC's legs and guiding his cock to JC's entrance.

The feeling of Clint's hard cock sliding inside him sent JC into a frenzy. He could feel every inch of Clint filling him, and it was glorious. Clint began thrusting, his rhythm slow and steady, but with every movement, JC could feel the pulsing of Clint's cock inside him.

"Don't cum until I tell you," Clint ordered, his voice low and commanding.

JC gripped the edge of the sink, his knuckles white, as Clint's thrusts became more intense. Each one pushed him closer to the edge, his body trembling with the need to release. "I'm going to cum," JC moaned, his voice desperate. "Please, let me cum."

Clint, however, was in control. "Not yet," he growled, his breath hot against JC's neck as he pounded harder, deeper. JC's moans grew louder, filling the bathroom as Clint's cock moved in perfect rhythm.

"Fuck, you're so big," JC gasped, barely able to catch his breath.

"Do you want to cum?" Clint moaned in response, his voice thick with desire.

"Yes, babe... make me cum, please," JC begged, his whole body aching with the need for release.

Clint's thrusts became harder, faster, his breath ragged as he felt his own climax approaching. "Cum now, babe," Clint growled, his voice strained as he gave one final, powerful thrust.

JC's body convulsed as he came hard, his cum splattering across the floor. Clint wasn't far behind, his own orgasm hitting him with an overwhelming force. But as JC felt Clint's cock twitch inside him, he panicked. "No, don't cum inside me, bro," JC moaned, trying to pull away.

But Clint was too far gone. He pumped fast, holding JC tightly as he shot his load deep inside him, moaning loudly as his body shook with pleasure.

They stayed like that for a moment, both of them panting, their bodies slick with sweat. Finally, Clint pulled out, and they collapsed against each other, sharing a long, slow kiss as the steam from the shower surrounded them.

After a few minutes, they rinsed off, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. As they stepped out of the shower, drying off, Clint pulled JC close, whispering softly, "I love you."

JC smiled, his heart full. "I love you too."

They climbed into bed, exhausted but content, falling asleep in each other's arms, knowing that whatever came next, they had each other.