5sos Smut

Cashton-Centerfold

Calum's abandoned his tea for Ashton's bed, lost his panties and ended up on the older mans lap, hands flush to his chest and lips on his throat.

It's Tuesday, an abnormal day for Ashton to pull Calum to his room and fuck him into the sheets. He's not complaining, couldn't if he tried. The once sharp scrapes of his teeth over Ashton's bobbing Adam's apple has dissipated into breathy noises and lips barely brushing the man's skin.

"You're so good," Ashton hums, squeezing Calum's hips and rolling his hips up. There's a terrible friction between the two, Ashton hasn't even fully taken his boxers off but continues to grind his cock against Calum's, pulling a bittersweet need from deep within Calum's tummy.

Calum mewls, struggling to sit up. He's not worth much when Ashton has him in his bed, just broken gasps and needy hands. "Sh-hit," Calum groans, head tipping back as he rocks forward. The head of Ashton's cock pushes snug between Calum's cheeks, and the boy whines out, nearly collapsing forward onto Ashton's chest. Ashton thrusts up, let's his cock rub over Calum's hole, presses the most delicious friction he's ever felt onto the boy's body, and reaches back to spread his cheeks.

"Bet you look so good right now." Ashton slaps the boys right asscheek, squeezing the other in his palm. "You're so fucking needy, aren't you bunny?"

The pet name hits hard and Calum twitches, preening under the affection. He nods quickly, has no control over his body as Ashton gives a testing thrust up, beginning to bury his cock in the boys tight warmth. Calum drops down, burying his face in Ashton's neck as the man pushes deeper into him, seeming to grow rowdier with the noises falling from Calum's parted lips.

"Ooohh," Calum breathes, back arching as Ashton fills him. He grits his teeth, eyes squeezed shut tightly. It's so hard to grow accustomed to Ashton's size, he's never fucked enough -always has to share with the other Bunnies. The thought swirls through his mind seconds before Ashton's hand cracks down on his ass for the second time that night.

Ashton moves slowly, thrusts hard but controlled. He knows Calum's body by now, knows that the boy's delicate in the hardest of ways; that he needs time to adjust, and time to adjust to the adjusting. Knows what sets Calum off, how to make him cum with just a flick of his wrist and the softest touch on his inner thigh.

"Please," it's a whimper, pliant and soft -exactly how Ashton wants Calum to be. How he wanted all of his Bunnies to be. Calum mouths over Ashton's collarbone, whines
pathetically before kissing the skin, lips ghosting over the man's bone. He rocks back, choking on a cry and digging his blunt nails into Ashton's chest, scraping and scratching, marking him up. There'll be consequences for that despite the thick groan that tears from Ashton's throat; scratches aren't allowed and hickies stay to a minimum - absolutely none ever color the Māori boy's skin.

He'll take the punishment though, Ashton will be marked up from Calum for days, and it'll be known how good Ashton fücked his favorite Bunny.

Favorite.

Calum mouths at Ashton's neck, sucks hard at the man's skin and rolls his hips down, meeting Ashton's with the slap of skin on skin. He's so full, absolutely filled up with Ashton's thick cock, can feel him pulsing within him; warm and hard. His own cock is heavy, leaking pre-cum from the tip and flushed an angry red.

"You're so tight," Ashton grunts. He's found a steady pace, fingers digging into Calum's ass tightly and holding him tightly as he fücks up into the boy. Calum whines, breathing heavily in the crook of Ashton's neck and jerks forward, ruts against Ashton's tummy, nearly nutting from the slight friction he receives.

Calum whines, struggling to sit up. He can barely hold his head up, arms wobbling beneath him as he attempts to ride the man, pull an orgasm from himself from the steady pressure of Ashton's cock prodding his prostate. It's there, swelling deep in his tummy and leaving him panting out desperate noises that only seem to egg Ashton on to fuck up into him harder. Calum's thighs shake as he comes, collapsing down on Ashton and whining against his neck. He's an absolute mess, can only reel in how impatient Ashton seems to be to reach his own orgasm.

"You're so pretty, Bunny." Ashton groans, grunting right after. He squeezes Calum's ass cheeks once again and fucks up harder, body drilling as he cums, filling the condom up, a throaty groan falling from his lips.

Calum can't bring himself to sit up, to roll over or even open his eyes. Ashton's cock is still buried within him, slowly softening but still noticeable. He shifts, curls his legs up closer to his chest, whining when Ashton moves within him. The man pulls out slowly, petting Calum's cheek softly and rolls him onto his back, letting him flop down on the sheets with a huff.

"Always so good for me."

Ashton climbs out of the bed, stretching his arms wide and yawning before picking up the discarded panties Calum had thrown prior to their intense session. He tosses them on Calum's legs, smiling, and then disappears into the bathroom.

Calum sighs, willing his racing pulse to slow and for his breath to even out. He's not supposed to leave, not yet at least. Ashton hasn't kissed him goodnight and Calum is an absolute sucker for Ashton's kisses. He picks the panties up and pulls them on, tucking himself into the thin, lacy white material. His brown skin always seems to glow post sex and the soft white panties only add to the effect.

"Martha's probably up if you still want tea," Ashton remarks stepping from the bathroom. He's cleaned his stomach off and pulled a pair of boxers on. "You have a shoot tomorrow, don't forget." He cocks an eyebrow as Calum sits up, arms still a bit shaky. "And I'll see you in here when you're finished." He crosses his arms and leans against the door frame.

Calum slides from the bed sheepishly, nearly bouncing over to Ashton. He pecks the man on the lips quickly. "Goodnight, Ashton."

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