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Pierre grunted softly, his eyes closed as he felt Kent’s large hand palm his crotch. Kent quickly shifted the smaller man onto his lap, his hand moving away from Pierre’s area.
“G-grinding?” Pierre cringed slightly, “how’s that going to wo- CHRIST!” Pierre immediately shut up as he was met with a wave of pleasure down towards his stomach.
“For a used to be married man who was secretly gay” Kent thrusted gently against Pierre, creating friction between to the two of them, “I would’ve thought you had a secret - ugh - stash of porn somewhere lying around”
Pierre desperately wanted to answer, he really did, but the amount of friction and pleasure coming from the movements they were making made him feel like he was jello. Pierre chuckled before quickly (and sloppily) unbuttoning his pants, his free hand pushing against Kent’s chest, motioning him to stop.
“You wanna get to something much friskier?” Kent joked as he did the same, sliding the French man off of his lap. The army man glanced up at the other, seeing that he was removing everything except for his black briefs and black undershirt.
Pierre’s form was well-built, normal for a man who claimed he swam on a weekly basis at the baths. Kent sighed in relief and slowly slid down his jeans and belt, his boner had gotten a bit too comfortable in the enclosed prison.
Pierre’s turned around as he finished folding his clothes, his eyes instantly meeting with Kent’s large bulge.
“Is… are you sure that’s not going to make me bleed?” Pierre asked softly, his eyes settling near Kent’s.
“Don’t worry, I’ve done this multiple times… you’re in good hands, my sweet Pierre,”
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“Oh, mon dieu! Please, Kent!” Pierre cried, his eyes rolling back into his head. His back was sticking against the wooden wall, his knees resting up on Kent’s shoulders as the army man thrusted into him.
Pierre could tell he was never going to have a feeling like this ever in his life time again, his mouth leaving a trail of drool down his neck. Kent choked out a laugh before groaning as he slowly pulled out of the French man.
“H-hey! You didn’t- I-“ Pierre pouted at the other man, his eyes filling with confusion as Kent carried him somewhere.
“I don’t want your back to be fucked up in the morning, you still got to go to work y’know,” Kent replied as he slowly dragged his fingers down the side of the slim man. Pierre shivered in response, his lips curling up into a dopey smile.
“However, I do love it when I see a man with glasses get his brains fucked out,”
“You really wish to go there?” Pierre’s asked, his hand stroking the other’s cock.
“You bet,” Kent whispered, “I’d want to see you shivering and crying for my name,” Pierre flushed red the instant the other man said that, he didn’t even know how to respond except squeeze the other man’s cock a bit.
Kent beamed softly; while his mouth spoke with such ease and innocence, his eyes spoke with an overwhelming amount of lust. His calloused hands had made their way to Pierre’s hips, gripping them hard enough to hoist the little man around his waist.
As they both made their way to the bedroom, Pierre placed small pepper kisses along the side of Kent’s neck. The army man chuckled before flopping the French man down on the large king sized bed.
“Where do you keep your lube?” Kent asked as he searched around Pierre’s drawers.
“In the small basket underneath the big black box,” Pierre answered, looking over to the American. Kent fumbled around there for a little while before retrieving the bottle he was looking for. Kent sighed as he settled down near Pierre, ushering the French man to lay down.
Pierre groaned in annoyance at how slow this was going, his hands already at his sides to taking off his underwear and undershirt.
How much longer is this going to take? I knew I was slow and gentle with Caroline but this is a new slow-
Pierre was sucked out of his thoughts as he felt a cold, slimy finger push against his bottom. He looked at the other man besides him as the finger began to go knuckle deep, the bundles of nerve being hit were indescribable. Pierre groaned at the feeling, his eye rolling behind his head again.
……
Kent grunted, his hands gripping the bed before him tightly as the thrusted harshly into Pierre. Each thrust was like heaven for the both of them; pulling out slowly, Kent went all the way out before slamming back into the French man.
Pierre was a goddamn mess; his hair was unkempt, glasses askew while his upper body was covered in cum. His eyes were screwed shut, arching his back as more deep ended thrusts hit him like a freight train. Pierre whimpered harshly as he felt his prostate be hit, his head being thrown back as he moaned.
“Oh, baise moi! Kent!” Pierre moaned, “please, please please, fuck me! I- I can’t be left off without an ending to this, please!”
Kent chuckled before slowing down his thrusts, bending down right next to Pierre’s ear. He thrusted one last time, his climax hitting him like a tsunami as he groaned.
Both of their breaths were ragged and labored, their faces red as hell and their eyes glossy. Pierre let out a meek moan as Kent came closer.
“I knew I would break you eventually,” Kent said, “my sweet Pierre.” The French man sighed huskily as he reached out and hugged the American. Kent softly smirked and did the same, his muscles flexing as he did.
“I really like your muscles…” Pierre murmured, his eyes laying on Kent’s bicep while his fingers traced the jutting muscles. Kent sighed softly, pulling out of the smaller man with a loud “POP”.
“Thank you, I really like your hair,” Kent replied back. his eyes dimming a bit once he saw Pierre’s gentle, subtle frown, “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never… Never had sex like this since… well, high school. Nevertheless with another guy,” Pierre shivered as he warped himself into a hug, “it’s feels like my parents are still watching my every move. I want to be with you but…”
“You feel like you are lying to yourself about your feelings?” Kent asked, his face falling short. Pierre nodded before quickly hugging the American.
The end :)