Summary: " Hold your breath for me, gorgeous."
Corbyn's POV
Looming shadows drifted towards the edges of his vision, easily blocking what little light the room had. The ocean furious ocean of ecstasy calming, waves lapping sweetly at numbing nerves.
A distant, defending ring approached. Sharp and persistent, never ending, rattling his very brain. Muscles grew weak, shaking with each slow bounce
Spine arching, barely holding up his torso.
" Breathe."
Color exploded, light bathing his world once more. The ache of desperate lungs lessening, even if only slightly. Heavy pants carrying a quiet whistle.
The smaller boy collapsed into his warm chest. Allowing his hips to be led through each slow thrust. Thick, moist clouds escaping him.
" Such a good boy for me," hot breath bathed his ear. A whimper passing between constantly parted lips. Never truly getting enough air.
" Don't stop, Daddy. Please, I want you on top."
Gentle hands held his baby's hips, loving pressing him to their mattress. Rhythm steady, but rough.
Weak hands gripped the upper helm of his shirt, pulling gently. They met for a breathless kiss. Jack easily invading Corbyn's awaiting mouth. Their tongues danced together, twirling and twineing as saliva shifted between them.
Jack pressed flush to his love. Thighs nuzzling against Corbyn's plump ass cheeks, forcing his legs apart. His cock buried fully into him, surrounded by soft, hot walls. Swallowing the pathetic noises he released.
They pulled away slow, Corbyn's tongue still hanging from his mouth, lips gleaming with his boyfriend's saliva. Thick, dark lashes fluttering, shuddering hard beneath him. Struggling to keep his incoming daze at bay. Jack's as just too good sometimes.
He tucked his face into the older's shoulder, nibbling at his skin in a silent plea, penis weeping pre-cum between their bellies.
A hot palm seared against his chest, pinning him gently to the sheets below. Jack gazing down at him, milk chocolate obscured with heavy shadows, glowing despite the dark. A single corner of his mouth quirked north.
" Hold your breath, Baby boy."
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What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots
RomanceFrom high school drama to jealousy With a bit of angst sprinkled in for variety A few smutty chapters every now and again Not to mention stories of true best friends With fluff to spare and most shots Corbyn centered If you're okay with a little ga...
