AGALMATOPHILIA

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"Fuck, fuck! Harder! Harder!"

"Shut the actual fuck up," Josh hisses, wrapping a hand firmly over his lovers loud mouth, doing a terrible job at silencing him considering Brendon still screams out past the hand.

Tugging to hold him closer, Brendon wraps his limbs around Josh, cuddling him.

The wall behind them begins to thump once again as Josh adjusts his position and returns to ploughing into Brendon with a rage filled energy roughly into the drywall.

His hips slap loud against bare thighs, Brendon's tiny blue skirt rolled up and around his waist with a pair of tiny pale blue panties dangling from his ankle, dangerously close to flying off and landing somewhere in the store room.

As the two pant together the air becomes hotter and heavier, the stuffy climate sending electric shivers down Brendon's spine, clawing desperately at Josh's hand to try and pry it from his lips.

He obliges but instantly pulls the twink's head forward, pressing his mouth tight to his and holds himself there as he fucks Brendon so hard against the wall a few cans of paint and pots fall from the shelf beside them and clatter to the floor.

Josh, now guiding Brendon's kiss with his delicate tongue, shifts so his feet are further apart for extra support, and lifts Brendon's hips higher before pulling them down and closer into his own pelvis.

"You like that baby-boy? Feel good?" The panted mumble rolls from his quivering lip which he promptly sinks those tiger like teeth into, the brunette only groans and lets his eyes roll back to find something to hold onto within himself to stop himself from going insane.

With an expert touch Josh cups Brendon's crotch and massages vigorously, but careful not to push too hard and hurt him.

The bottom claws his painted nails down, into the dress shirt still covering Josh's body.

He had learned long ago that if they were to do any sort of sexual activity, Joshs shirt would remain on his body until the lights had been shut off.

The static buzz and low glow of the storeroom light dangling from the ceiling above was still enough for Josh to hide the horrific scarring across his torso, so Brendon swallows back a lump of anger, swiftly locking lips with his lover once again and chomping down on his swollen up bottom lip.

The pair move in sync with Brendon rolling his hips harshly against Josh's hand and cock while the top pushed further up and worked himself deeper and deeper.

"I'm gonna cum Josh I-" Brendon all but growls, slamming his head back into the wall.

"Don't you dare, not yet," the grumbled response is enough for Brendon to climax but he holds onto the agonising need to release.

"Please, please I need to!" Crying, literally with tears rolling down his face, Brendon pleads but receives no reply, Josh gripping his aching member tightly enough for him to yelp out in searing pain, attempting to push away.

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes!"

Moving close with lips brushing the shell of his ear, Brendon whines and writhes under the crushing feeling against himself.