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“shit, give it a break, will you?” simon shudders on a moan, head tilting back lazily as johnny thrusts in again, cum leaking out from simon’s puffy pussy with the intrusion.
simon looks good enough to eat, like this. all fucked out from several orgasms, cunt pink and wet and full of johnny’s cum. the blush high on his cheeks spreads down his neck and chest, only broken up by the scars under his pecs and on his body. he gets so fucking pliant after he gets fucked hard and filled up, all sweet whimpers and twitching hips— and it makes something hot and possessive coil in johnny’s gut.
he was made for this, johnny thinks hungrily, hips never stilling as he gently jerks simon off with his fingers— made to be fucked full of cum, hanging off johnny’s cock, eyes hazy with pleasure. bred like a good little wife.
his.
“fuck,” simon sighs, and the sound is rough with arousal as he shifts, pussy clenching around the thick of johnny’s cock. he’s so hot and wet inside, wrapping around his cock so perfectly. “felt you twitch, you bastard, what’re you thinking about?”
“nothing,” johnny mutters, leaning forward to kiss him. he tastes like salt and heat, like his, and it drives him mad.
“you’re clearly thinking about something,” simon rolls his hips down with a valiant effort, and johnny muffles his groan in the sweat-slick curve of simon’s neck.
“c’mon. first time i’m givin’ you credit for using your head and you’re denying it?”
“shut it,” he scrapes his teeth on simon’s shoulder and revels in the way he practically submits, tilting his head to the side even more in invitation. he grinds deeper, pelvis pressing against simon’s cock, balls flush to his perineum as he growls, “should keep you on my dick all day. keep you full. fuck you pregnant.”
simon laughs, and it’s affectionate, laced with something that clues johnny into realising that the idea clearly affects him just as much, too. he traces the curve of johnny’s back with a palm, hand trailing up along his neck and curling in his hair. “fuckin’ perv.”