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Arven stifled a groan, even through his pants and through his lovers shorts, he could feel just how fucking wet and warm his cunt was. It wasn't like him to think like this; all dirty and inappropriate, but fuck, he couldn't help it. When put in a situation like this? With a cute boy sat on top of him, grinding down onto his cock? What do you expect out of the poor man? Before his current lover, he was a complete virgin in all regards; little to no interest in romance, let alone sex, but spending all that time with this boy... definitely did something to him. He supposes that kind, and charming men with a kick ass arsenal of pokemon are his type.
And also, boys who aren't afraid to pin Arven down when he gets too nervous to act.
"Hah...fuck...please, stop teasing me..." He mutters into the boy's shoulder, Arven's nails digging into his hips, holding him in place, letting the boy grind down even more onto his raging fucking boner. "Please, please...i..." He trails off, too embarrassed to continue. It happens often, dirty talk isn't his strong suit, even if his boyfriend says otherwise.
"Please what?" Arven hears from his lover, his voice now breathy and scratchy with arousal. "Come on, you can tell me. No one else is around." Arven's boyfriend leans down, kissing Arven's neck, just how he likes it. Arven whines, not just from the extra stimulation, but also being forced into talking. Not that he's angry at his lover, he could never be, but man, he's having a tough time talking.
"I...I want to...be inside...you..." He says, his voice slowly turning into a quiet muttering as he buries his flushed face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. Arven runs his hands from his darling's hips up to his chest, feeling him up. Normally, he would be shaking from the prospect of having to even touch someone's shoulder, but he fucking loves touching this dumb boy. He loves feeling him up, he loves kissing him, and he fucking loves screwing him.
"Hm? What was that? You want to...be inside me?" Arven's boyfriend teases, taking his hands off of Arven's shoulders to undo Arven's shirt. Arven nods, holding back a groan in his throat. He's almost certain now there's gonna be wet stain on his pants. He shimmies off his shirt, now really wanting to see his boyfriend do the same. "Hm...alright. Though, i want you to really ask. Come on, beg. You've done it before, what's one more time love?" Arven whines, kissing his boyfriend's neck.
"Ah...please? Please, I...mgh...can, can I please fuck you? Please?" Arven looks up at his boyfriend, staring into his beautiful eyes, pushing away a chunk of his own creme and brown hair to get a even better look at him.
"Hm, alright. That's sufficient, what a good boy." Arven nods profusely. He watches in awe as his lover slowly takes off his shirt, revealing his chest, Arven wants to dive in, kiss over every scar and mole, over every square inch. "Well? Aren't you gonna help me undress?" His darling asks, gesturing to his pants.
Arven breathes out shakily, getting up with his lover and getting him out of his shorts. God, he can fucking see the slick on his boyfriend's undergarments; how long has he wanted this? Arven also makes sure to undo his own pants, his erection even more obvious through his thin boxers. He shutters as his lover runs a hand over his clothed cock, just a light tease. Arven can't fucking wait, he's alight with excitement. He takes his boxers off, sitting back down on the couch in his boyfriend's dorm, thanking the lord's this college is good quality and the walls are nice and thick, otherwise his ass would have been kicked out ages ago, along with his darling.
He watches reverently as his boy friend straddles him, Arven's cock pressed up against his lover's clit, and god he can already feel how warm his lover is. He can't wait any longer, glad that his lover prepared ahead of time, and the thought of that makes him even needy-er; the thought of this beautiful boy whining fingering himself to the thought of Arven.
Well, he doesn't have to settle for his fingers any longer.
"Are you ready?" His lover asks, his voice still breathy with excitement. Arven nods profusely, again, finding it hard to talk. He watches intently, trying to internally prepare himself, as he feels his cock rub up against his lover's slit. He wants to buck up into him and fuck him, but he needs to control himself; ignoring the small voice saying 'why? Why do you need to?' for his darling, of course.
He groans, pressing his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, feeling his cock finally slip in; with barely any resistance, might he add, his lover's pussy so wet it takes Arven like nothing, or almost like nothing, as no matter how much they stretch him, he never seems completely ready to take Arven. Which is like a mini confidence boost for Arven, one of the few he gets. He feels himself bottom out in his boyfriend's cunt, and he can't help it when his hips buck up slightly, making his lover gasp in shock. "Mmmmssorry, sorry, I couldn't help it..." He breathes into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. He feels a hand run through his long hair, a simple 'its okay, i accept your apology.'
He groans as he feels his lover start to move, up and down, slowly, just adjusting to the feeling, Arven as well. He doesn't want to finish so fast, but god, his darling makes it hard. It's not his fault, and he fucking loves it, but it's hard to handle all the overwhelming feelings sometimes. "God, god i love you..." He whimpers, rubbing circles into his lovers back as a way of comforting yet encouraging him. "God, i cant believe–have you gotten tighter?" He says, a small chuckle thrown in there, but quickly overshadowed by a shaky moan.
"Hm, I don't think so, but maybe. Is that one of the effects pokemon can have?"
"I hope not, that'd be practically beastiality." The two laugh, the joking helping to adjust both to the feeling. Arven leans in, kissing his boyfriend's collarbones and neck, as he slowly starts to grind up, matching his boyfriend's pace. Arven kisses his lovers neck again then leans back, placing his thumb over his boyfriend's clit, rubbing him, feeling him tighten up impossibly more and hearing him moan.
"Arven, Arven...no you can't, I'll...hah... you're gonna ruin me, Arven..." His boyfriend precious moans have grown in intensity, and how close Arven is grows as well. He gently grabs his lover's jaw, pulling him for a kiss as he fucks up into his pussy a little harder, rubs him a little harder, and kisses him a little harder. With how tight his lover has gotten, he's done for.
"Fuck...fuck, I'm close, I'm close..."
"Inside, Arven, You can come inside me," his lover moans, now suddenly gaining the vigor to bounce up and down on Arven's cock more intensely, both bringing them closer and closer to coming. Arven whines, grabbing his lover's hips and guiding him, gods, he's so close, he's gonna cum...
He hears his lover gasp out, a quick "c-coming!-" breathes into his neck before Arven can't fucking take it anymore with how perfect his lover's cunt feels, and cums, digging his nails into his darling's hips. He whimpers and shakes through it, barely able to keep his eyes open to watch his lover gasp as he feels Arven cum inside him.
It's fucking perfect, as always, and when they finally come down from their highs, Arven feels so soft and light. He wants to pepper his darling in kisses and love, but first, cleaning up, if possible. He grabs a wash rag to get rid of any cum on his cock and any that leaked out his lover, and gets dressed in one of the shirts and pair of boxers he keeps at his boyfriend's dorm, similar to what his boyfriend's does; keeping his clothes in Arven's. After his boyfriend returns from the bathroom, having taken a piss, Arven welcomes him into his own bed. "Care to cuddle with me, darling?" He asks, even if he knows the answer very well.
"Of course."