The Betrothed (BoyxBoy)

XXVII.

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Hunter's POV

I found it quite hot to see Tyler dominating me. As much I love taking the lead, it was even sexier to have Tyler do all of these things to me. It was a different sight, but I could get used to it. All I had to do was lay back and enjoy being played with, but it did get frustrating that I couldn't touch him.

I wanted my hand all over him - everywhere around his body. I wanted to caress and feel every inch of skin on Tyler and give him pleasure. Right now though, he was giving me intense pleasure and I got rid of any thoughts of stopping him because I knew Tyler was enjoying it too.

The way Tyler lowered himself on me and rode me out until he got tired made me lust for him even more. I enjoyed seeing the look on his face as my length entered him in one swift movement. The constant rocking of the mattress as Tyler bounced on my crotch was both pleasurable and relaxing. I was glad we were alone in the house. Why?

All I could hear was Tyler's cries of pleasure, my own moans, the mattess' creaking and and the sharp sound of skin slapping on skin. I watched as Tyler's face scrunched up and he continued to bounce. His hair was getting damp from the sweat that was forming on his head, his bang falling to obstruct his eyes.

Our eyes never lost contact with each other. It made our intimate time together more special because it felt like I was looking into his soul as I made love to him. I got lost in his chocolate brown eyes as my shaft scraped along his walls. The lube we had used wasn't doing a good enough job that it dried out quickly, increasing the friction. Our pleasurable sensations were instantly intensified, causing Tyler's moans to become more animalistic and desperate.

Then his pace slowed down. I can feel him slowly lifting himself up off of me, my tip gritting against his walls painfully slowly and our eyes were still connected. I saw him bite down n his lower lip as his grip on my hands got tighter and tighter, but his pace was slow and consistent.

The heat that he transferred on to my rock-hard member created mind-blowing sensations as it contradicted the chill sensations that the contact inside his entrance sent through my shaft while our privates rubbed against each other. His pace increasingly got faster and faster - his hands curling tighter between mine.

I heard him gasp as bead of sweat dripped down from his head and on to my chest as he continued to impale himself on my shaft. All I could do was lay back and watch with my lips slightly parted, my breath coming out in pants with his pace. But then his body gave up and his upper body fell on my chest. I heard him whimper, but I knew what he meant.

He was giving me permission to take charge once again. He didn't want the sensations to end and neither did I.

I wrapped my arms around his back, pressing him closer to my chest. My hips started to rock back and forth and with each movement I made inside him, I felt his body shiver, so I started off slowly while I gave his neck butterfly kisses.

As I increased my pace, I felt him start to lift his knees upward, giving me easier access to his entrance. Damn, Tyler. I thought to myself as I began to pound away into him. When he hooked his arm around my neck and moaned loudly, I knew he was close, so my thrusts became harder and faster to bring him to the edge - to bring us both to the edge.

He came. And a soon as he came, his ring contracted, tightening around my shaft and giving me the most intense sensations ever as I spilled myself inside him. I heard him cry out, but inside my head, I was chanting 'I love you Tyler' over and over again. Tyler lifted his head from the crook of my neck and kissed me on the lips.