Tyrelliot Smut Adventures

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Uh, basically Tyrell rides Elliot and Elliot is really fucking horny?

Elliot grabbed at the sheets, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Tyrell rolled his hips, moving up and down as he fucked himself on Elliot's cock. Shit, he could get used to this view. Tyrell's face was contorted with pleasure, his lips red and slick from biting. Ever so often praise would spill from them, either in Swedish or English–compliments about how much he loved Elliot's cock, how good it felt and other lewd mantras that flushed Elliot's face bright red and made his dick throb inside Tyrell.

"Faster," Elliot ordered with a choked out moan, his fingers digging into Tyrell's thighs, and Tyrell whimpered before he immediately complied. The sensation of being so stretched and full was all he could think of, and every time he sank down he felt a jolt of electricity light his nerves. Tyrell was the one doing all the work, and he loved every second, loved being (somewhat shyly) watched by Elliot, but he wanted to come completely undone. He wanted to lose that final ounce of control, that he knew Elliot craved beyond anything.

"N-need you," Tyrell pleaded as he caressed Elliot's chest, hands slipping at the sweat. "Fuck me more, h-harder."

Elliot's breath hitched, eyes widening in arousal. Tyrell needed to be fucked by him? Mouth suddenly dry, Elliot felt himself grow impossibly harder.

"O-okay," he gave a quick nod before he reached one hand around Tyrell's neck and pulled him down for a needy kiss. Canting his hips into the air, Elliot swallowed before he put both his hands on Tyrell's hips, stilling them. Tyrell braced himself against the wall with his elbows, arms crossed and eyes closed shut.

Tyrell's whole body was trembling in anticipation. Elliot couldn't help but notice sexy details such as his labored breathing, how his thighs shook under his touch and the heavy heat between his legs. Elliot purred internally, basking in the knowledge that Tyrell was at his complete mercy at this point.

Elliot slammed up into Tyrell, hips snapping against his ass as he buried himself to the hilt. He gave it to him just like he had wanted it, fast and hard, watching as Tyrell bit into his own knuckles from pleasure. Elliot pulled him down by the neck and held his gaze.

"Tell me you love me," Elliot licked the command against Tyrell's lips. He rolled his hips, meeting Tyrell's thrusts on the way up.

"Ngh! I... l-love... you," Tyrell cried in between kisses, shivering against Elliot.

"Shit," Elliot moaned into the kiss as he grabbed Tyrell's cock and started to jerk him off in rhythm to his own thrusts. He allowed himself the rarity to become completely engulfed in the moment, concentrating on making out every sound in the room–the lewd slapping of skin against skin, Tyrell's high-pitched, keening whimpers and his own desperate panting, the slick sounds of his dick, sliding so easily in and out...

"K-kom... Jag k-kommer..." Tyrell tried to maintain eye contact, tried to hold Elliot's heated gaze, but he couldn't, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt the complete loss of control of orgasm take him over.