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fakhri’s breath hitched when he felt a pair of hot lips latched onto his skin, teeth eagerly making their way to taste him. he held the elder’s hips steadily, making sure the other didn’t slide off. kahar bit fakhri’s shoulder blades hungrily, liking how the younger one tasted in his mouth. he ran his tongue along the collarbones, leaving a trail of wet kisses.
as kahar nibbled on fakhri’s adam’s apple gently, he let one of his hands make its way to his ass. spreading his hole, kahar started fingering himself. he threw his head back due to the sensation, vacant hand went to grip the younger’s shoulder for support. fakhri took the opportunity to suck on his neck, his hands busily stroking the elder’s twitching cock.
their moans and grunts filled the restroom, not even bothering to cover up a bit. it was currently 3am, no one would notice. although it was eerily quiet, they decided it’s better that way so no one would accidentally stumble upon them messing each other up. like last week; it may be a coincidence that someone just so happened to want to use the bathroom, but it pissed kahar off so bad for cock blocking his fun.
now, they’re going to go all the way, with no one interrupting.
kahar thrusted his fingers deeper inside, whining whenever it would hit his sweet spot. the pleasure was too much, especially with fakhri twirling his finger around the tip of his aching dick. he watched as the younger tried to restrain himself from touching his own throbbing length; watching kahar loosen up his ass was too much for fakhri.
“fakh–fakhri, dalam poket seluar aku,” the elder managed to mumble out, fingers still in his ass. he made sure to prepare fully, wanting to feel good. the latter nodded and bent down to grab a packet of condom from the pocket of kahar’s pants. he ripped them open hastily, putting them on his red hot dick. the shiny plastic wrapped around his length perfectly and kahar felt proud for choosing the exact size.
he took out his fingers and positioned himself on the other’s cock, taking a deep breath. as desperate as he is, fakhri let the elder take his time; even though his mind was telling him to shove his cock up kahar’s ass without warning. he shook the thoughts away and placed butterfly kisses down the latter’s neckline.
kahar slid the tip inside, breath hitching when he felt it went in his hole. he groaned, dick now twitching. mentally, he cursed the younger out for being too big for his size but at the same time he’s excited to be filled with fakhri’s cock. slowly, kahar placed himself on the latter’s length fully, trying to adjust to the size. the position he’s in made it go in deeper, imprinting the shaft on his stomach.
fakhri moaned softly, resting his head on the nook of kahar’s neck. the elder felt so good, the way his warm velvet walls sucked his cock in so perfectly, fakhri felt like going berserk. he held one hand on the other’s waist, waiting for kahar to finish adjusting to his length. he pumped the elder’s dick to help him ease down the overwhelming feeling, making kahar’s breath hitched. soft groans can be heard escaping his lips, hips now moving carefully.
after a few seconds, kahar picked up his pace. he cried out messy moans, hands now tight on the younger’s shoulders. kahar felt insane, his head was up in the clouds. each thrust was deep, he could feel the tip of the latter’s cock jab his spot every time, abusing his hole thoroughly. his thighs started getting numb from the sensation, waist close to giving up.
fakhri took the hint and stood up, immediately pushing his dick deeper inside. he rested the elder’s back on the wall and wrapped the latter’s legs around his waist. kahar choked up his moans, holding on to fakhri for dear life. he greenlit the younger to have his ways, fingers now clenching harshly on fakhri’s shoulder blades due to sensitivity.
the younger started thrusting, and kahar felt his back jolt. he cried out again, lips now dripping with saliva. salty tears began pouring down, and fakhri’s name being mixed with his moans provoked the younger more. “sial–” fakhri groaned, hands holding on the elder tightly. each thrust got heavier and faster, almost ballistic. skin slapping can be heard, the both of them was in their own haven.
kahar felt a knot forming in his stomach, the immense pleasure caused him to leave scratches behind the younger’s back. he couldn’t take it, every touch coming from fakhri made his heart jump. kahar wanted to burst. “da–dalam sangat, fakhri–”
“fuck,” he heard fakhri moaned, his pace quickening. kahar’s hole was clenching hard on his dick, signalling that the elder was close to cumming. fakhri left another kiss on the latter’s face, starting from his beauty mark, his cheek, and the tip of his nose. kahar’s face flushed, he cried as his stomach tightened, feeling full from the younger’s cock filling him.
he shot his cum on fakhri’s stomach, chest heaving up and down, feeling glad from being able to release. he went and bit the younger’s neck again, trailing up to reach his lips. kahar latched his mouth to the other, kissing him longingly. fakhri returned the kiss instantly, his pace now decreasing. he came inside, milking his dick for a while before pulling out.
fakhri rested his forehead on kahar’s, their eyes now focused on each other. still catching up their breaths, kahar stifled a laugh. “barai siot.” his heart was beating fast from the adrenaline, both of them covered in cum and sweat.
the elder scanned fakhri’s body, admiring his work. teeth marks were almost everywhere, love bites and bruises were also visible. the scratches behind the younger’s back were proof how good kahar was feeling and fakhri wasn’t complaining.
the younger scoffed and put kahar down on the toilet seat. he continued to replace the cum filled condom on his length with a new one; kahar felt a lump forming in his throat.
“malam masih muda kan, kapla?”
“fuck sial.”
kahar cursed out, knowing this is how fakhri get back at him for destroying the younger’s skin. suddenly, he desperately wished that someone was there to interrupt them.