Josh follows Tyler into their bedroom, leaving the mess in the basement to clean up later. Josh has the knife in one hand, the camera in the other; he's recording Tyler's ass as they walk down the dark hallway. A light flicks on when they reach the bedroom, a soft yellow hue falling over the two of them.
Tyler lays on the bed, his head hanging off the edge as he looks up at Josh. Josh is grinning as he sets the knife down to remove his shirt, followed by his jeans and boxers.
Tyler's mouth is open, he's waiting. His head tilts backwards over the edge of the bed, Josh appearing to be upside down. The camera is focused on Tyler as Josh's hand grips his own cock. He strokes it a few times before tapping it against Tyler's open mouth.
Tyler laughs, and his tongue protrudes past his lips. Josh takes it as the perfect opportunity to shove his cock down Tyler's throat. Tyler's gagging; his eyes grow wet even though they're shut tight. Josh zooms in on the scene, filming the way Tyler's neck bulges out every time Josh thrusts into his throat.
"Look at that," Josh groans. "Such a good boy."
Tyler can feel Josh deep in his throat and it's hard to breathe but he pushes through it, wanting to make Josh feel amazing. Josh suddenly stops, he pulls out and crawls onto the bed with Tyler.
"I know what you want," Josh smirks, placing the handle to the knife in Tyler's palms.
Tyler eyes the knife hungrily. He glances to Josh whose holding his hand out for the boy. Tyler's excited; he sits up and takes Josh's hand. Carefully, he drags the serrated edge across Josh's palm, thick blood instantly spilling out.
They both get goosebumps; Tyler because he loves the sight of Josh's blood and Josh because he loves the mischievous glint in Tyler's eyes. Tyler tilts his head back, and Josh gets the message. He takes his bloody hand to Tyler's throat and wraps his fingers around his pretty neck.
Tyler moans, feeling the warm blood against his neck. Josh is choking him, but it's nothing Tyler can't handle. He knows the safeword, but it's not like he would ever use it. Josh lets go, squeezes his fingers against his palm, and lets his blood drip over Tyler's collar bones and down his chest.
"Fuck, baby," he groans, his dick throbbing from lack of touch. "Hands and knees."
Tyler obeys the order, swaying his ass back and forth in the air. Josh brings his hand down against Tyler's ass. It stings both of them, and it leaves a bloody handprint on the boy's cheek. Josh hands Tyler the camera.
"Film yourself. I want to see how you look when I watch this back."
Tyler nods, and turns the viewfinder around so he can see himself. His lips look swollen, cheeks a red hue, and neck covered in dark blood. Josh, with his now free hands, spreads Tyler's ass open and pushes his warm tongue inside the boy's hole.
Tyler gasps. He pushes his ass back against Josh's face, wanting more. Josh buries his face in Tyler, flicking his tongue inside of him. Tyler has his eyes open so he can see himself while he moans. He looks hot and he knows it, he's proud he looks so good for Josh.
A finger slips inside of Tyler, and it almost goes unnoticed until Josh starts curling it inside the brunette. Tyler's moans grow loud and he can't help his eyes from rolling into the back of his head.
Everything stops for a moment, but Josh's finger is quickly replaced with something much bigger. Josh pushes his entire length into Tyler, listening to the squealing boy.
"That's my boy," he cooes, running his non-bloody hand through Tyler's hair in a comforting manner.
"Make it hurt, Josh," Tyler whines, looking at the man in the viewfinder.
Josh wraps his bloody fingers around Tyler's throat. He holds himself up with his other hand and starts slamming into the boy, giving him no time to adjust.
Tyler tries to moan from the pleasurable pain, but thanks to the tight grip on his neck it comes out as more of a squeak than anything. Josh is pounding into him, going so fast that Tyler's head spins. Josh lets go of his neck and grips his hair instead, not caring if he gets it bloody anymore. Josh tilts Tyler's head back by his hair; he leans forward and presses his lips against Tyler's ear.
"You're doin' such a great job. You always do so well for me, baby."
Tyler cums unannounced and untouched, making Josh chuckle. He couldn't help it, Josh's words just turn him on so much. The camera is taken away from him. Josh doesn't pull out, but instead moves himself inside Tyler at a painfully slow pace. He films his cock going in and out of Tyler's tight hole, the boy clenched around him as he was still coming down from his high.
Josh bites his lip, knowing he won't last much longer. He pulls out finally, giving Tyler a second to catch his breath. Josh sets the camera up on a dresser, pointing it at the bed.
He lays on his back, hands placed behind his head. Tyler gets the hint and straddles Josh's waist, his backside facing Josh. Tyler's squatting on his toes; he lifts himself up and places Josh's cock inside of him.
They're both moaning instantly, and Josh wants to see more of his blood on his boyfriend. He finds the knife that got tossed somewhere on the bed and cuts his clean hand open. Blood is smeared between his two hands before he grabs Tyler's hips.
Things are slippery, and Josh can barely hold on while Tyler bounces up and down on his dick. Josh watches Tyler's ass jiggle, listens to his pretty moans. He's moaning himself, feeling Tyler tighten around him. He assumes Tyler came again, because the boy loses his quick pace and his bounces are more sloppy. Josh is impatient, wanting to cum already.
His hands place over Tyler sides, gripping onto his skin. Josh takes control and thrusts up into Tyler hard and fast. Tyler's head falls back as he moans; it all becomes too much for Josh and he cums inside Tyler.
Tyler squeaks as he feels his ass get filled up with Josh's hot cum. He lifts himself off the man and collapses next to him. They're both panting, both looking into each other's eyes. Tyler smiles, takes one of Josh's hands, and softly licks at the blood on his palm.
It tickles Josh. It gives him chills but it also just makes him want to fuck Tyler again. He pulls his hand away, much to Tyler distaste. The boy lets out a little whine.
"Let's take a shower, baby. We gotta clean up."
"Please, Josh, just one more time..."
"In the shower," Josh promises.
He rolls away from Tyler and retrieves the camera. He stops it from recording and smiles at his boyfriend.
"That was the best one yet."
