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"L-Lance! Pleasepleaseplease, right...right there-ahhh! More! More!"
"You like that baby? You like my fat cock filling up this tight little hole?"
Squirming beneath him, Pietro was the picture of debauched - soft, milky white skin flushed, pupils blown, and puffy pink lips parted with mewls and gasps. Lance's rhythm was starting to become erratic, thrusts rough and deep, as he got closer and closer to his orgasm.
Lance tightened his grip on Pietro's hips, squeezing and flexing his fingers into the soft skin and curve of muscle.
"Getting close, sweetheart. Gonna fill you up", he groaned, gasping open mouthed against Pietro's cheek. Pietro had his arms flung around Lance's neck, clinging to his shoulders with blunt nails digging into sweaty skin.
The evidence of Pietro's first release was sticky between them, wet and slick, but he was already hard again, cock leaking and desperately seeking friction.
"Lance! Ah! I need..unh..please touch me", Pietro begged, so close to cumming a second time.
"Nuh-uh, baby", teasing between grunts, "Gonna cum on my cock like a good boy, gonna pound your sweet little hole until you do". If there were two things Lance couldn't get enough of, it was being inside Pietro, and watching Pietro fall apart because of it. His favourite, especially, was when Pietro would come just from the feeling of Lance's cock moving inside him.
Shifting Pietro's knees higher and bending him almost in half, Lance adjusted his angle and started hammering into his sweet spot.
"Unhhhh", Pietro cried loudly. "Pleasepleasepleasedontstop. Lance! Lance!". His face was flushed pink, blush spilling down his neck and onto his chest and rosy nipples.
Lance couldn't help himself, bending his head and sucking on one of those pert little nubs. He loved when Pietro lost control like this, his usual cool and composed facade falling away as his body responded.
He was close though, and couldn't keep this up for much longer. Laving a wet path across Pietro's chest with his tongue, Lance closed his teeth on the hardened nipple, biting and sucking roughly before repeating the action on it's twin.
Pietro's thighs were trembling and his toes flexing. The blunt nails he had clutching Lance's back were starting to gouge tracks up and along his shoulder blades. Pietro was so close as well and Lance was sure he could push him over the edge before finding his own release.
"That's it, baby. C'mon sweetheart. Come on daddy's big cock", Lance rasped, feral smirk falling away as his jaw slackened and he moaned his own pleasure. "Gonna come inside you..ungh".
The hard pounding his prostate had taken, coupled with Lance's urging, was enough to send Pietro over the edge. With his muscles seizing up, and his hole clenching around the thick cock inside him, he pulled Lance along as well. Lance bottomed out, digging his fingertips into the curve of Pietro's hips and ass and he unloaded into him seconds later.
As usual, Lance felt boneless following his release. Trying to keep as much weight off Pietro as he could, he nuzzled and pressed open mouthed kisses into the crook of Pietro's neck.
"You feel so good baby, made me feel so good" he murmured, rubbing his nose up and down along the pale column of throat. Lance's eyes were hooded and he was quickly nearing his usual dip into a good post-nut nap.
"Always the wordsmith, aren't you, Lance? I've never been wooed quite like you", grouched Pietro, his wits coming back to him. But he was still flushed and loose limbed, and there wasn't the usual snip to his words. "You're squashing me".
"Sorry..unh", Lance pulled out with a wet sound. "Here, let me just.." he rolled off of Pietro and onto his side, pulling Pietro along and cuddling him with the speedsters face tucked under his chin. Once they were nestled together, Lance peppered kisses in Pietro's hair, then nuzzled his face into Pietro's neck and resumed the wet kisses, sucking for good measure. There were already a number of hickies, but he knew Pietro wouldn't mind too much; his fast healing would fade them by morning.
His eyes drifting closed, Lance mumbled softly to Pietro, ready to doze off. Pietro himself was atypically still, comfortable in his lover's arms. He would likely be up long before Lance woke, but, if he was in a good enough mood, Pietro may decide to take his lover into his mouth while he was still asleep and see how long it took for Lance to "get up".