“You take a single step away from the bed and I’ll dye everything you own pink!”
Harlow made a choking noise, before bursting into laughter. “I thought you didn’t need it, brat?”
“I don’t! But I WANT it,” Foxx snarled.
He wouldn’t die without getting dicked down, but he would definitely be fucking miserable!
Still laughing, Harlow began to move his hips. Foxx laid there whimpering in frustration as Harlow slowly fucked into him—his tightness not letting the man move too fast. And with his feet dangling, he had no way to hurry the human along.
“Hurry up,” Foxx whined.
“Do you want me to tear you?”
Foxx hmphed, pouting.
“Brat,” Harlow ground out, before hissing, “Fuck, you’re tight. Hold on just a moment…”
“No!” he cried when the man pulled out and walked away. “I’m going to dye everything!”
“You touch my shit and I’ll move everything in your craft room around,” Harlow snorted while getting lube from the nightstand.
His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t dare!” Foxx flinched as cold lube dripped onto him and slid down his ass crack.
“You know I would,” Harlow drawled breathily, the man roughly pressing the lube inside him.
Foxx moaned and fought the daze that tried to drag him under. Mainly as he was determined to figure out how to escalate things if Harlow dared to move anything in his craft room.
The thought went out of the window, his mind going willingly into a bliss filled daze when a now lube coated cock pressed into him—this time with much less resistance. There was no slowness involved in what came next.
Harlow slid in fully, and started to fuck hard into him without pausing. Foxx moaned and whimpered, his body spasming as the man ground forward into his prostate each time he bottomed out. Every time Harlow slammed forward, his pinned cock would rub roughly into the mattress.
“More,” he whined.
Growling in response, the next time Harlow thrusted in there was the sound of the bed frame hitting the wall. Foxx cried out, again and again, as the man kept it up. He tensed like a string about to snap as the pleasure built and built. His cock was throbbing painfully, his balls tight against his body. And then that string snapped.
Foxx screamed while his orgasm plowed through him. His voice started going hoarse as he kept screaming. He pressed into the mess he was making on the bed, while his dick kept jerking, adding more and more as Harlow continued to fuck into him.
With a breathless gasp, he shuddered hard one more time before his muscles went lax.
Foxx whimpered while the human kept pegging his prostate, sending seemingly endless trembles through his body.
Minutes later, as Foxx’s mind floated, Harlow finally shouted out his release, the man's seed filling him.
He winced when Harlow pulled out. Still on his stomach and breathing heavily, he glanced over when he felt the bed dipping and found Harlow laying on his side looking at him.
The human smirked, and reached. Harlow tussled Foxx’s curls, before just resting his hand on top of his head. “Give me a few seconds…” The man’s smirk widened. “And I’ll have you purring again in no time, kitten.”
Foxx hissed.
“Well, a hiss is close enough, I suppose,” Harlow chuckled.
The man gripped his hair, and used his hold to pull Foxx into a kiss. Despite being annoyed by the comment, Foxx didn’t tug away. Instead, he…bit—his fang chomping right down on Harlow’s bottom lip.
The human jerked back with a laugh and licked the blood off. “Brat.”
“Stupid old man.” Foxx stuck his tongue out.
Foxx hadn’t started off hatingMy Boy Lollipop… In fact, he actually had, at one point, found the song catchy… But as he laid there, face buried into Harlow’s chest, while the lyrics pierced his sleep deprived brain, he wanted to chuck it, and the thing it was coming out of, into a blender.
