Milo was rather overheated. He squeezed Jack with his thighs again, gently knocking their foreheads together and nuzzling him. While Jack barely had a few inches on him in height, and Milo was pretty damn fit, the other still definitely outdid him in thickness. In all the senses of the word. Milo wasn't a blatantly sexual person in the slightest- nowhere near it in most situations- but he was, however, an extremely blunt one. And he damn well enjoyed his sensual thrills, be it a good kill or being full and fucked. He loved a cock in him, and he loved things thorough. Jack seemed ready to oblige on both accounts.
Milo let out a gasp, then drew it out and melted into the couch as he was fucked. He curled his arms around Jack's shoulders and held on for dear life, especially when the thrusts got harder. He bit down on his lip, muffled groans putting a nice vibration in his already pounding chest. "Aw, shit, fuck," he slurred, half of his words now strings of curses. "Ah! Jack, just, hhn, k-keep all of this up, I--" a pause to shake and cling, "S'feelsogood. Ahhh. You're killin' me. Fuuuuck me, wow."
He embraced Jack and squirmed. "Can we-- more than once? I wanna- I gotta--" he brushed he lips against Jack's ear, grazing his teeth a bit. "I'm gonna ride you," Milo stated, voice husky, nearly a growl. He pulled back to look at Jack intently, then catch him in an aggressive kiss. Mmmgod. They were both fucking tough grown men, this was fine, wasn't it? Milo just knew he wanted it. He'd always thought that he wouldn't mind a bit of roughhousing with Jack, keep himself on his toes and energetic, manly bonding or whatever. He hadn't had this in mind. It worked, though. It really did.
He cupped Jack's face, claiming and peppering him with kisses. "Mmfh. I can- I can go a while, Jack... I'm hoping you don't have anywhere else to be, and you're just as skilled, if not better, in endurance. You don't have to say yes. I'd like it if you said yes." Please say yes.
Milo let out a gasp, then drew it out and melted into the couch as he was fucked. He curled his arms around Jack's shoulders and held on for dear life, especially when the thrusts got harder. He bit down on his lip, muffled groans putting a nice vibration in his already pounding chest. "Aw, shit, fuck," he slurred, half of his words now strings of curses. "Ah! Jack, just, hhn, k-keep all of this up, I--" a pause to shake and cling, "S'feelsogood. Ahhh. You're killin' me. Fuuuuck me, wow."
He embraced Jack and squirmed. "Can we-- more than once? I wanna- I gotta--" he brushed he lips against Jack's ear, grazing his teeth a bit. "I'm gonna ride you," Milo stated, voice husky, nearly a growl. He pulled back to look at Jack intently, then catch him in an aggressive kiss. Mmmgod. They were both fucking tough grown men, this was fine, wasn't it? Milo just knew he wanted it. He'd always thought that he wouldn't mind a bit of roughhousing with Jack, keep himself on his toes and energetic, manly bonding or whatever. He hadn't had this in mind. It worked, though. It really did.
He cupped Jack's face, claiming and peppering him with kisses. "Mmfh. I can- I can go a while, Jack... I'm hoping you don't have anywhere else to be, and you're just as skilled, if not better, in endurance. You don't have to say yes. I'd like it if you said yes." Please say yes.