His words made Treycore push forward even more. That ass felt so good, and as it resisted, Treycore continued forcing his entry anyway.
Kid screamed, but Treycore clamped down on his throat, restricting his ability to articulate his pain. He clung on tight, Kid’s face turning red, his body trembling beneath him.
Treycore could hear his body in a way he couldn’t describe, he could feel a part of Kid he seemed to only have access to when they fucked. It was what had bonded them, some connection that was so much more profound than anything they could communicate with words.
He couldn’t get much in, but it was enough that he could start working his cock in and out of Kid, slowly, letting that hole adjust to his girth. As Kid’s face became so red he looked like he might pass out, Treycore let him catch some air but forced his face toward him to kiss him. He could feel how much Kid needed him as he lapped up each kiss.
Treycore fucked him the only way he knew how…giving and taking from Kid, watching him squirm and writhe about in agony and pleasure. When he could tell Kid had found his rhythm, Treycore rose steadily to his feet, pulling Kid up with him before shoving him up against the wall.
Keep in control, he reminded himself as he resisted the impulse to slam his dick into that tight yet now inviting hole.
Treycore snatched Kid’s hair and shoved his face up against the wall. Kid’s eyes were closed as he took the blow to the head the way he took that cock—eagerly, absorbing the pain, enduring. He scratched his fingers across the wall, arching his back, like he wanted Treycore to know that ass was his to do with as he wished.
Treycore petted one hand up and down Kid’s back, enjoying the dip of his spine and the curvature of his ass, delighting in those things he hadn’t had time to appreciate before when they were in such a fucking hurry in the Nest.
Treycore rested his chest against Kid’s back and grabbed his throat once again. As he clamped down to restrain his breath, he whispered into Kid’s ear, “Tell me I have your life, all of it. Tell me you trust me to give you what you need when you need it.”
Treycore didn’t know why he needed that from Kid, why he required those words from him, but he did. As he let up his hold, Kid obeyed. “I trust you with all of me.” And hearing those words made Treycore feel so good.
He grabbed Kid’s face and pulled it to him, forcing his lips against him, feeling that needy bottom’s tongue sliding between his lips. As always, Treycore could feel with every bit of his being that as much as Kid demanded to be dominated, it was Kid who was dominating him, totally possessing him in a way he’d never experienced with another. He was there to serve Kid, be his fucking bitch in whatever way he needed.
His words made Treycore push forward too much, and Kid whimpered, but Treycore couldn’t stop himself. He enjoyed it, and he could tell Kid did too.
“Fuck!” Kid called out, screaming into Treycore’s mouth as Treycore licked up the middle of his lips, restricting his breath once again.
Treycore pulled out of Kid and spun him around. He squatted and hooked an arm around him. Kid wrapped his arms around Treycore’s neck and allowed him to pick him up before clinging to him with his legs.
Treycore loved how in sync they were, how Kid always seemed to know what he wanted, what he was about to do before he did it. Fucking together was a seamless dance for them, even when it was its most chaotic.
Sliding back into his Kid, they shared more sloppy kisses as Treycore slammed Kid’s back against the wall. Kid moaned but gritted his teeth, like he was pissed at himself for experiencing the pain. Like he was somehow letting Treycore down because of it. Treycore rested his hand on the side of Kid’s now sweat-covered face, running his thumb up and down as he shoved deeper within him.
Kid pulled back and endured a fit of spasms, jerking about wildly, as it was clearly too much for him. Treycore started to pull back out when Kid cried, “Don’t you dare fucking stop!”
Tears rushed from his eyes. He was in pain. He was hurting. Yet Treycore knew he needed that. And he gave it to him, pushing in even more.
As Kid screamed some more, Trey was furious that he was the only one in pain, so he fell onto his back, but when he felt the sting, his cock pushed deeper into Kid, who pulled back and bashed his fist into Treycore’s chest, his face red, the veins in his neck pushing forward.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Kid lied.
Despite Kid saying that, Treycore pulled his cock out a little, allowing Kid to catch his breath and adjust.
Treycore put his hand back against Kid’s face. “Why do you need it like this?” he asked.
Kid panted before replying, “I don’t know. I need so much of you. And it’s never enough. I’m so hungry for it. And not having that cock hurting inside is so much more painful than when it does.”
He kissed Treycore, and they got lost in their passion once again, Treycore’s body seizing control before he rolled so that Kid was beneath him, Treycore’s cock still inside him, a few delicious inches.
Treycore reached his arms under Kid’s and lifted him into the air as he fucked him.
Kid’s eyes rolled back and closed. “Deeper,” he begged, though Treycore already had several inches within him. “Please.”
And he couldn’t help himself. He shoved back, and Kid shot his load, his cum spraying across his body. It was too much for Treycore, who pulled his cock out and jerked off on Kid’s hole, which Kid kept positioned for him as he shot on it, and then he shoved his cock back inside Kid’s body. He knew it was too fast, especially as Kid cried out, and he went even deeper than he knew he should, screaming, “Sorry, sorry, sorry.”
Kid’s face was beet red, and he hollered, cried out in agony as Treycore struggled to pull out, and as he did, Kid’s expression shifted from pain to satisfaction, like he had desperately wanted it to hurt that much. He took deep, shaky breaths.
Treycore pulled out and lay alongside him, wrapping his arm around him and pulling Kid so he faced him, his body pressed tight against his so that Kid’s cum stuck to him.
They kissed, made out, couldn’t keep their hands off one another any more than they had ever been able to.
