“Wonderful.” The word rolled off the Fox’s tongue like poison. Or, at least, that’s what it sounded like to Leonardo. Something like betrayal, regret—FUCK! Those fingers returned again, three of them now, pressing into his body deeper, stretching him out. The burn returned with full vigor as Leonardo was fucked over and over. His hands clawed at the table top, blunt nails finding all the cracks he could for some form of support. His chest felt heavy with all the panting and groaning. God damn, he couldn’t breathe!
Leonardo closed his eyes tight and just felt it. Felt the stretch of his inner walls, felt the man above him smirk, the hot breath making the air feel all too warm. Then those fingers bent and crooked inside of him, hitting his prostate enough to send his spine arching off the table, bending in a way he knew anatomically was not appropriate, but right now his body didn’t care because he was all out of oxygen from that moan and his head was swimming in the darkness.
“P-please!” He muttered out, trying to find his voice again. “F-fuck me!” His eyes came open only enough so he could manage groping around to find that monster fill fully erect and waiting. His hand came up, wrapping around it. His fingers didn’t connect on the other side. He groaned, thinking about how that stretch would feel. “I need you, inside me, now.” He panted out, stroking La Volpe’s cock a few times. “Please.”
Those dark eyes were smiling at him and in a second, the older man moved fast enough that he couldn’t see it all with the dark combined with his current lust intoxicated state, but all of a sudden his arms were pinned above his head and that huge cock was pressed at his entrance. “As you wish, Maestro.” No other warning came before La Volpe thrust forward, fully sheathing himself inside Leonardo’s ass.
The artist didn’t have time to struggle. His voice and all air was quickly stolen from him when that dick forced it’s way all the way in to him, leaving him eyes wide and gasping. He could feel it, all of it, in him, stretching his insides to their limits and then some. Never had he felt such a sensation of being filled. The length, the girth, it was going to tear him apart and Leonardo couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Three seconds were given for adjustment before La Volpe pulled out all the way and snapped his hips back, ramming into Leonardo with gusto. Again and again until Leonardo was left withering and squirming with slutty moan after moan leaving his mouth, precome drooling from his own prick, bobbing up and down with the force of the assassin’s thrust. He groaned, throwing his head back and scream when that dick smashed into those nerve endings for the first time, making him see stars over and over again.
“Harder!” His voice was broken and wanton, trying to get in every syllable before the next hip thrust came and the air was pressed out of him once more. “Faster! Just—oh god, your cock is so—ah!” That sentence was never finished as the thought was stolen from him. He only heard a loud chuckle of a reply right before the pounding grew harder, just as he requested. It was intoxicating. There was always a low throb of pain every time that monster cock rammed back into him, but even so it only made the pleasure of the whole thing almost too much to bear. Already the warmth started to pool in his stomach, Leonardo’s climax coming up fast.
Re: Size Matters [6/?]
Leonardo closed his eyes tight and just felt it. Felt the stretch of his inner walls, felt the man above him smirk, the hot breath making the air feel all too warm. Then those fingers bent and crooked inside of him, hitting his prostate enough to send his spine arching off the table, bending in a way he knew anatomically was not appropriate, but right now his body didn’t care because he was all out of oxygen from that moan and his head was swimming in the darkness.
“P-please!” He muttered out, trying to find his voice again. “F-fuck me!” His eyes came open only enough so he could manage groping around to find that monster fill fully erect and waiting. His hand came up, wrapping around it. His fingers didn’t connect on the other side. He groaned, thinking about how that stretch would feel. “I need you, inside me, now.” He panted out, stroking La Volpe’s cock a few times. “Please.”
Those dark eyes were smiling at him and in a second, the older man moved fast enough that he couldn’t see it all with the dark combined with his current lust intoxicated state, but all of a sudden his arms were pinned above his head and that huge cock was pressed at his entrance. “As you wish, Maestro.” No other warning came before La Volpe thrust forward, fully sheathing himself inside Leonardo’s ass.
The artist didn’t have time to struggle. His voice and all air was quickly stolen from him when that dick forced it’s way all the way in to him, leaving him eyes wide and gasping. He could feel it, all of it, in him, stretching his insides to their limits and then some. Never had he felt such a sensation of being filled. The length, the girth, it was going to tear him apart and Leonardo couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Three seconds were given for adjustment before La Volpe pulled out all the way and snapped his hips back, ramming into Leonardo with gusto. Again and again until Leonardo was left withering and squirming with slutty moan after moan leaving his mouth, precome drooling from his own prick, bobbing up and down with the force of the assassin’s thrust. He groaned, throwing his head back and scream when that dick smashed into those nerve endings for the first time, making him see stars over and over again.
“Harder!” His voice was broken and wanton, trying to get in every syllable before the next hip thrust came and the air was pressed out of him once more. “Faster! Just—oh god, your cock is so—ah!” That sentence was never finished as the thought was stolen from him. He only heard a loud chuckle of a reply right before the pounding grew harder, just as he requested. It was intoxicating. There was always a low throb of pain every time that monster cock rammed back into him, but even so it only made the pleasure of the whole thing almost too much to bear. Already the warmth started to pool in his stomach, Leonardo’s climax coming up fast.
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A/N: I suck at writing sex scenes...