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Raw and Tender~ Basically x Wildcat SMUT

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"Hey Tyler!" Marcel shouted obnoxiously, even though Tyler was within talking distance. Tyler rolled his eyes at his tall friend, smiling still. Tyler had gone through a bad break up, and Marcel was there for him. Her grown a soft spot for him.

"Hey Marcel. Shut the fuck up." Tyler laughed. Marcel laughed with him, slinging his arm across Tyler's shoulders after they collected their bags. They had agreed to share a room together during the convention, and Marcel was ecstatic. He'd been attracted to Tyler for quite a while, and the fact that they were both now single only grew his hunger for his loudmouth friend. He couldn't help but picture Tyler sweating and moaning beneath him, being the one to bring him to orgasm. Marcel stopped his thoughts before they got too far. "What the fuck? Why is there only one bed?"

"I meant to tell you, the hotel called after we made reservations and they said this was all they had. If it makes you feel any better, I'll sleep on the floor, whiny bitch." Marcel teased. For some reason, Tyler blushed, shaking his head. "You don't have to."

"Good, then I'm taking a nap." Marcel threw himself on the bed and shut his eyes. When he awoke, he groaned at the obvious tent in his now-tight jeans. He noticed Tyler wasn't in the room. Slowly, he massaged his hard-on, groaning softly as he thought back to his dream. In it, he was completely dominating Tyler, who became utterly submissive for him. Moaning and pleading. "F-fuck.." he gasped as he rubbed the outside of his jeans harder. The water running in the bathroom halted his actions. He acted before he could chicken out.

Stripping his clothes, he quietly slipped into the bathroom. Marcel could see Tyler showering from the glass shower door. His mouth watered, watching Tyler's hands roam as water rolled off him. Seemingly unnoticed, he stepped into the shower and spun Tyler around.

"Marcel! What the fu-" Tyler froze as Marcel's lush lips smashed against his, teeth clashing, Marcel's tongue invading his mouth without permission. He tried to protest, pushing back on Marcel only to be held tighter. He could feel Marcel's large member on his thigh, eyes widening. The length he felt erupted something indescribable in his stomach. For the first time, he pictured Marcel pleasuring him, fucking him senseless. And it'd definitely be possible with his size.

By now, Marcel was attacking Tyler's neck. Tyler was moaning, long since given up the fight to stop him. It felt too good. Marcel's hands lit his skin on fire as they touched every bare inch of his body. "I've wanted this for so long." Marcel whispered in his ear, nibbling the lobe softly. Tyler was going weak, and Marcel hadn't even fucked him yet.

"You h-have?" Tyler managed to force out. Marcel nodded, kissing him again before resuming the attack on his neck.  "S-so good.." Tyler whispered. Marcel smiled. It made him happy to please Tyler. Tyler tensed when he felt Marcel teasing his tight hole. He nearly screamed as Marcel shoved two fingers in. Marcel's free hand shot up to cover Tyler's mouth as he worked his fingers inside him. Tyler's tears mixed with the water from the shower as his walls were being stretched. Marcel's fingers brushed something that made Tyler clench and gasp. 

"Easy Tyler.. Relax." Marcel moved his hand from Tyler's mouth to his neck, pulling him into a slow kiss. Tyler felt his body relaxing. Marcel's tender kiss distracted him from the three fingers stretching him. Carefully removing his fingers and pulling back, Marcel smiled at a breathless Tyler. "Turn around, hands on the wall." He instructed when Tyler whined for more. Nervously, Tyler did as he was told. There was no doubt in his mind this would hurt. Marcel was huge. Marcel gently massaged Tyler's hip, the other hand moving up to rake through Tyler's wet hair.

"Fuck, damn, you're so tight!" He groaned, slowly pushing himself into Tyler. Tears fell from Tyler's eyes as he held back sobs. It definitely hurt. Marcel pulled all the way out, making Tyler scream as he slammed back in. Marcel free hand was quick to cover Tyler's mouth and muffle his screams. "Shhhh, baby, it'll feel good soon. I promise." Marcel mumbled. He kissed Tyler's shoulder as he continued to mumble soothing words, slowly rocking in and out.

"Fuck, this hurts." Tyler gasped, his forehead resting on the cold tiled wall. He could feel Marcel's thick girth spreading him in ways he didn't think possible. "Can... can you s-stop a second?" Marcel stopped as asked, buried deep inside Tyler. So deep, his pelvis was pressed against Tyler's backside. Deciding Tyler needed a moment, Marcel wrapped his arms around Tyler's waist, laying against his back. Tyler could feel Marcel's aching cock throbbing inside him, but he needed a minute to get used to the size.
Marcel distracted himself by gently beginning to stroke Tyler's erection. Tyler gasped, slowly rocking his hips back on Marcel as Marcel pumped him. Moaning quietly, Marcel started to move again, thrusting in and out in time with his jerking hand.

"Mmm, fuck." Marcel huffed, Tyler's tight walls surrounding his cock. Tyler began to see stars, his screams turning silent as he was overcome with pleasure. His arms gave out and he let Marcel slam him into the wall with each hard thrust, gaining speed. Tyler's hips would be bruised from hitting the tile wall, but he didn't care.  Both men didn't hold back, letting their sounds of pleasure fill the steamy shower. A few more thrusts and Tyler was a goner, his body convulsing with an orgasm as he released onto the shower floor, clenching around Marcel. He shut his eyes as Marcel's hot seed filled him up and dribbled down his legs. 

When Marcel pulled out, he slid down the shower wall, curling up as his weak body still shook from the intense orgasm. Marcel sank down next to him, spooning Tyler. Tyler melted into his hold. Unfazed by the fact that he'd just been fucked into bliss by his best friend, who was now holding him on a shower floor. He was utterly exhausted.

"C'mon baby." Marcel urged, standing up and helping Tyler up as well. Tyler collapsed into him, his legs weak and shaky. Marcel helped him out of the shower and dried them both off. "Do you want clothes?" Tyler just shook his head, leaning into Marcel's chest. This was probably the weakest he'd ever been, and he didn't mind it one bit. Smiling, Marcel helped him into bed, sliding in beside him.

"Mmm, sleep." Tyler mumbled, burying his face in Marcel's neck. Marcel wasn't at all tired, weak but not tired. Instead, he opted for gently pushing his fingers through Tyler's short hair as he breathed into his neck, their bodies intertwined.

"Night, bottom bitch." Marcel teased. Tyler rolled his eyes, smiling at the man who fucked him so raw but was now holding him just as tenderly.

"Don'even care."