What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 21: In The Dark- Jarbyn

Based off an old Slavic tradition
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Summary: How do you typically spend your Christmas? Well, Corbyn spends his holidays like all the other kids in the neighborhood, locked in a dark house for hours while their parents pray the person they lose their virginity to is rich

Corbyn's POV
The wet squish of a thrusting penis shook the almost silent air, heavy breaths mixing with desperate cries, creating a symphony of pleasure. A sound alike to that of grinding sandpaper followed every thrust. His body bouncing against the wall. The quiet thump of his head smacking smacking drywall a steady bass to their song.

Shadows laced their every move. The world blind to their sinful actions, and them to each other.

The man's firm erection pulsed within him, saliva barely combating searing friction. Burning pleasure sludging through him, blood carrying fire through his veins.

Corbyn had absolutely no idea who was fucking him, but God dammit he was good.

Deep grunts washed over painted skin, the tense body of his partner pressing flush to his own, muttering under his breath.

Corbyn sank his teeth into his bottom lip, flexing his lower stomach. Working his walls around his swelling penis, sucking it in.

A larger vessel fell atop his own, heavy breaths fanning hotly across his neck. A hungry tongue lapping at tingling skin, nibbling obsessively.

The engorged head ghosted over his prostate. Hips jerking down instinctually, searching for him. The wall creaked quietly, flesh flattening out, spreading, covering more than ever before. A low, rough growl rumbling in his dominate's throat, a clear warning to know your place.

" Go a little to the right, please," whine muffled against firm bone, face tucked into his shoulder. Hips reangled slowly, steadily nearing his spot. Euphoria washed over, a tsunami drenching what had once been dry land. Drool running down his tongue, dripping off the tip.

" I'm so close~"

" Then cum for me. I wanna hear you scream," his groan echoed through thin canals, bouncing around his skull. His cock forced deeper into his moist, fleshy cavern. Breathy swears passing between barely parted lip.

" Such a little slut. Taking it from someone you can't even see," his whimper sharp, anus caving in, plush insides caressing his aching length.

" Says the guy fucking someone he can't see," warm skin melted in his mouth, getting pulled tight. A fat tongue dragging across bruising flesh.

His low chuckle made crimson skin tremble. Pelvis pressing flush to his ass cheeks, hips grinding up and into him. Head hanging, swinging gently, neck craning to support it.

" I'm gonna cum. C-can I do it inside?"

" Fuck, please. Please don't pull out. I want you to fill me up. Please fill me, daddy," the words moaned into his ear, swollen lips nuzzled to flexible cartilage. Hot breath leaving a thin shein of evaporated saliva. Desire leaking from the corner of his mouth, running down his neck.

Milky hips snapped forward, snake burying itself into its fleshy cave, coating pink walls in heavy cream. The stranger's sperm was warm and thick, heating him to his very core.

Corbyn's back arched off the wall, his entire body shaking with the intense force of his orgasm. Painting their stomachs white, the fluid sliding off in globs, plopping to the floor.

Neither moved afterward, chests heaving with each strenuous breath. Ice-blue gazing lazily at his companion's ominous outline, solid black, even dark than the shadows that surrounded.

His body seemed lean, barely taller than the teen he was holding. He didn't appear to be anything special and Corbyn found himself wondering if he was even handsome.

He could fuck, that Corbyn knew for sure. A part of him knowing it truly didn't matter if he was attractive because there was no way in hell he was letting this cock go. He was waaaay too good to give up.

The stranger's deep chuckle shook the air closest to his lips. Corbyn unable to help the burn of his cheeks, afraid he had been caught staring. Or... at least trying to.

His rough tone fell to the ground, gravel bubbling from his throat, still husky with lingering lust.

" What's your name?"

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