“Don’t rush me.” Anonymous rasped, cinnamon eyes closing as he attempted to regain his composure. “I’ll hurt you.” Cirno groaned in impatience, but did as asked. It was hard not to listen to someone with more experience. “Last chance.”
“Damnit, Anon!” He growled and shifted his hips roughly, impaling his ass on the rigid phallus. Pain tore through his mind and he gritted his teeth, head thrown back. He tried to pull away, but Anonymous followed him down, not going deeper but not allowing his cock to fall out of the home it’d found.
“Damnit, Cirno. What the hell did I tell you?” He chided, kissing the cheeks, the lips, the eyelids and nose lightly. He acted nonchalant, but his head thundered and body pulsed with need. The cavern was hot and tight, clutching and rejecting him alternately. He wanted to be buried in the scalding heat, to taste the mouth below him as he spilled his seed. “Would it be so bad to listen for once?”
He received a glare for his words, the tripfriend not pleased. Anonymous teased the lips open with his tongue, distracting his randy urges with the sweet taste of Cirno. He waited for the shorter boy to quiet and pulled away just enough to look down at his black little eyes.