Desmond swallowed a moan, focusing on not tipping the wobbly chair back far enough to send them to the floor and trying not to blow his load like some teenager. Both were surprisingly hard to do with Kyle fucking himself on Desmond's cock like his life depended on it.
Kyle moaned like a porn star as he bounced on Desmond's lap. Eagerly taking his cock in and begging, demanding more even as his pretty blue eyes rolled into the back of his head. Desmond swore viciously as fought to stay still, to keep his body centered, as he felt the chair begin to pitch backwards again. Because stopping? Was out of the god damned question.
Desmond knew that Kyle, fucking cocktease that he was, would have no problem just walking away. Even after he'd spent their entire shift teasing the fuck out of them both. A touch here, an interesting massage when the shift got slow, and the things he did with the bottles... Desmond tightened his grip on the man's thighs holding back the urge to thrust into the tight ass at the memory.
"I love your cock," Kyle moaned out as he seated himself. Almost purring as he ground down on it. "Need a shirt for it. I heart Desmond's big hard cock. I'd wear it all the time."
"Shut up," Desmond shifted forward again as the chair wobbled. Hands holding Kyle tight enough to bruise, and he didn't really care that Kyle was stupid enough to show up at work the next day with a shirt like that. He was so close to coming that nothing else mattered except that Kyle not stop moving like that.
"With glitter," Kyle gasped, back arching and speeding up. "Rainbow glitter, pink hearts. The whole works."
"Fucking-" idiot, Desmond wanted to say, but that was the point where Kyle lost it. Came across Desmond's stomach and tightened so fucking good around him. He moaned as he came not even really feeling it when the chair tipped back sending them both to the floor with a resounding crash.
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Kyle moaned like a porn star as he bounced on Desmond's lap. Eagerly taking his cock in and begging, demanding more even as his pretty blue eyes rolled into the back of his head. Desmond swore viciously as fought to stay still, to keep his body centered, as he felt the chair begin to pitch backwards again. Because stopping? Was out of the god damned question.
Desmond knew that Kyle, fucking cocktease that he was, would have no problem just walking away. Even after he'd spent their entire shift teasing the fuck out of them both. A touch here, an interesting massage when the shift got slow, and the things he did with the bottles... Desmond tightened his grip on the man's thighs holding back the urge to thrust into the tight ass at the memory.
"I love your cock," Kyle moaned out as he seated himself. Almost purring as he ground down on it. "Need a shirt for it. I heart Desmond's big hard cock. I'd wear it all the time."
"Shut up," Desmond shifted forward again as the chair wobbled. Hands holding Kyle tight enough to bruise, and he didn't really care that Kyle was stupid enough to show up at work the next day with a shirt like that. He was so close to coming that nothing else mattered except that Kyle not stop moving like that.
"With glitter," Kyle gasped, back arching and speeding up. "Rainbow glitter, pink hearts. The whole works."
"Fucking-" idiot, Desmond wanted to say, but that was the point where Kyle lost it. Came across Desmond's stomach and tightened so fucking good around him. He moaned as he came not even really feeling it when the chair tipped back sending them both to the floor with a resounding crash.