Anonymous of Jacksonville gritted his teeth, inhaling sharply. Even prepared, TN the Tripscoundrel was almost unbearably tight, warm and slick and absolutely wonderful. He could feel every bit of muscle clench as the tripfiend's anal walls expanded to accommodate his girth, and could feel the tripscoundrel's hot breath rush past his forehead. It spurred Anonymous of Jacksonville on, made him crane his neck upward to capture the slender man's lips in a searing kiss, made him draw his hips back, withdrawing his cock until naught but the tip remained, only to thrust right back in.
It felt good, better than he had ever dared to imagine, and TN the Tripscoundrel broke lip contact to cry out something that was half-sob, half-moan, and sounded suspiciously like the tripfriend's given name, so Anonymous of Jacksonville did it again. It was great, he mused, how he was able to go even deeper every time.
In and out, and the tripfiend's slender frame arching with each re-descent. Anonymous of Jacksonville pressing TN the Tripscoundrel's right hip down and outward until it lay flat against the futon, then hooking the man's left leg over his shoulder to get a better angle. TN the Tripscoundrel, conveying his appreciation for the tripfriend's efforts by pulling him down for another kiss, fingers frantically raking across Anonymous of Jacksonville's back.
In and out, and finally TN the Tripscoundrel went still, then shuddered beneath him as he climaxed, anal muscles contracting involuntarily around Anonymous of Jacksonville's cock. Anonymous of Jacksonville soon followed, burying himself as deep as he could in the welcome heat of TN the Tripscoundrel's body.