cock inside Prophet, and Prophet hissed and dug his fingers into Tom’s neck. But it was a good hiss, because Prophet was attempting to push down and take Tom in, deeper and faster.
He grabbed Prophet’s hips and stopped him. Held him in place so he could drive himself inside, loved watched Prophet’s mouth drop as he entered.
Prophet was so fucking tight around him that Tom nearly stopped. But Prophet growled at him, and Tom slid in balls deep with a hard push that made them both groan loudly. Then Prophet grabbed Tom’s shoulders hard, dug in, and pushed down while resting his head against the wall.
Surrender. Acceptance. They were both there, and Tom took them and ran with them, steamrolled over them with hard thrusts that had Prophet cursing and moaning.
They were loud, but the storm outside was louder. Their own personal hurricane swirled between them until Tom’s orgasm shot through him like a rocket. He pinned Prophet with hands and cock, giving the man no quarter.
He put his hand on Prophet’s chest, felt the man tremble with exhaustion and nerves and need. Prophet unlocked his legs and lowered them on the floor, and Tom got down on his knees.
He looked up at Prophet. The hard planes of the man’s body were glistening with sweat and rain and cum from earlier. Prophet’s head was still back against the wall, his eyes closed, and Tom slid a hand around his hip, reassuring the man that he wouldn’t let him go. He licked at the light dusting of hair that led down to Prophet’s cock, letting his free hand stroke Prophet’s balls.
“Tommy.” It was barely a breath. Prophet’s body broke out in gooseflesh as Tom lapped at the head of his cock, and Prophet finally moved, putting a hand into Tom’s hair. Rubbing. Encouraging. Forcing.
How the man could move from so completely submissive to dominant with a single motion was beyond Tom, but Prophet had done it. And Tom’s cock was already half-hard again at the thought of what Prophet would do to him after this.
He took Prophet further into his mouth, sucking and humming, cupping his balls, squeezing his hip to leave another mark. He glanced up again and found Prophet staring down at him, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lazy grin.
It made Tom work harder, both to make the man smile more and to wipe it off and replace it with a grit of teeth.
A contradiction. Just like Prophet.
He moved farther down between the man’s opened thighs, mouthing one ball, then the other, sucking gently then harder.
Prophet’s legs shook.
Tom smiled.
Prophet cursed at him.
In response, Tom moved back up and swirled his tongue around the soft skin that encased the hard throb of cock, then pushed his tongue into the small opening. Prophet gasped and cursed again and held Tom’s hair tightly, to the point of pain. But that wasn’t stopping him. He speared his tongue into the entrance harder and harder, finally glancing up again to see Prophet, most definitely unsmiling, a flush spreading along his chest and neck.
“Going to . . . fucking . . . spank you . . . for this,” Prophet managed, and Tom laughed around his cock, giving a momentary respite before going back to the same torture.
And then he took Proph’s cock down as far as he could. When it touched the back of his throat, he swallowed, and Prophet jerked.
He pulled back quickly to stop Prophet from coming, licked slowly from the root upward, then curled his tongue around the top.
Prophet’s body shook. Tom took pity on him, slid the man’s cock between his lips as he palmed it as well and used mouth and fist to pump in a steady rhythm. He wouldn’t last long—and Tom was surprised he’d made it this far.
He was ready when Prophet spilled into his mouth with a violent spurt and a hoarse howl to match. Swallowed him down as Prophet’s climax jerked his body with hard shudders. Kept him in his mouth even after the orgasm stopped. Pulled back and licked and sucked gently until Prophet tugged his
He grabbed Prophet’s hips and stopped him. Held him in place so he could drive himself inside, loved watched Prophet’s mouth drop as he entered.
Prophet was so fucking tight around him that Tom nearly stopped. But Prophet growled at him, and Tom slid in balls deep with a hard push that made them both groan loudly. Then Prophet grabbed Tom’s shoulders hard, dug in, and pushed down while resting his head against the wall.
Surrender. Acceptance. They were both there, and Tom took them and ran with them, steamrolled over them with hard thrusts that had Prophet cursing and moaning.
They were loud, but the storm outside was louder. Their own personal hurricane swirled between them until Tom’s orgasm shot through him like a rocket. He pinned Prophet with hands and cock, giving the man no quarter.
He put his hand on Prophet’s chest, felt the man tremble with exhaustion and nerves and need. Prophet unlocked his legs and lowered them on the floor, and Tom got down on his knees.
He looked up at Prophet. The hard planes of the man’s body were glistening with sweat and rain and cum from earlier. Prophet’s head was still back against the wall, his eyes closed, and Tom slid a hand around his hip, reassuring the man that he wouldn’t let him go. He licked at the light dusting of hair that led down to Prophet’s cock, letting his free hand stroke Prophet’s balls.
“Tommy.” It was barely a breath. Prophet’s body broke out in gooseflesh as Tom lapped at the head of his cock, and Prophet finally moved, putting a hand into Tom’s hair. Rubbing. Encouraging. Forcing.
How the man could move from so completely submissive to dominant with a single motion was beyond Tom, but Prophet had done it. And Tom’s cock was already half-hard again at the thought of what Prophet would do to him after this.
He took Prophet further into his mouth, sucking and humming, cupping his balls, squeezing his hip to leave another mark. He glanced up again and found Prophet staring down at him, the corner of his mouth pulled into a lazy grin.
It made Tom work harder, both to make the man smile more and to wipe it off and replace it with a grit of teeth.
A contradiction. Just like Prophet.
He moved farther down between the man’s opened thighs, mouthing one ball, then the other, sucking gently then harder.
Prophet’s legs shook.
Tom smiled.
Prophet cursed at him.
In response, Tom moved back up and swirled his tongue around the soft skin that encased the hard throb of cock, then pushed his tongue into the small opening. Prophet gasped and cursed again and held Tom’s hair tightly, to the point of pain. But that wasn’t stopping him. He speared his tongue into the entrance harder and harder, finally glancing up again to see Prophet, most definitely unsmiling, a flush spreading along his chest and neck.
“Going to . . . fucking . . . spank you . . . for this,” Prophet managed, and Tom laughed around his cock, giving a momentary respite before going back to the same torture.
And then he took Proph’s cock down as far as he could. When it touched the back of his throat, he swallowed, and Prophet jerked.
He pulled back quickly to stop Prophet from coming, licked slowly from the root upward, then curled his tongue around the top.
Prophet’s body shook. Tom took pity on him, slid the man’s cock between his lips as he palmed it as well and used mouth and fist to pump in a steady rhythm. He wouldn’t last long—and Tom was surprised he’d made it this far.
He was ready when Prophet spilled into his mouth with a violent spurt and a hoarse howl to match. Swallowed him down as Prophet’s climax jerked his body with hard shudders. Kept him in his mouth even after the orgasm stopped. Pulled back and licked and sucked gently until Prophet tugged his
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