Silent Moans/Loud Moans
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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3,971
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2
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Part 2
PART II
“Dad?”
The both of them freeze as the door opens and closes. “You know better to not fuck anyone when mom is picking me.... up.... Hank?!!” the blonde's son says. Blinking as he sees a kid from many of his classes under his father.
Abruptly, the blonde pulls out of Hank and stands, putting his clothes back on. “John. You can't tell anyone. Please.” he says, only to get glared at by his son. “Just get out dad. Mom bought you beer.” John just glares as his father leaves before looking back at the other teen that isn't looking at him.
Damn he hated it. Why did his father have to fuck the cute emo kid? The thought passed through his mind as his eyes landed on the rope still hanging off of the headboard and then to the naked body laying there.
“Why did you have to do it with my dad Hank?” John asks. “Look at me.” he adds and smirks as Hank timidly looks at him and blushes.
'Huh... Well ain't that something...' John thinks, noticing the blush. “I thought emo kids were too depressed to have sex.” he says.
Pouting, Hank looks at John again and notes the football uniform the dirty blonde was wearing. “I-I'm not emo.” the brunet whispers, pouting, wondering why there weren't any blankets on the bed. Deciding to look for a blanket, Hank gets up and starts looking.
Looking at the brunet as he searches for a blanket, John glares at the cum covering Hank's thighs. Though, the glare then turns into a smirk as he starts to take off his gear and then his clothes. Smiling at the triumphant look on the teens face before standing behind him and pulling him against him. “Can I have you emo boy?” he whispers into the brunets ear, enjoying the shiver.
“I... I'm not emo...” Hank stutters, nearly dropping the blanket as he notices the teen behind him is naked. Naked and hard.
“Fine then. Can I have you Hank?” John asks, but doesn't wait for an answer as he turns Hank around and kisses him. Grinning inwardly as Hank kisses him back, he pulls away and sits down on the bed, his back against the headboard. Smirking at a panting, blushing and hard Hank, John pats his lap and says “Come over here.”
Biting his lip, Hank timidly walks towards the bed. “I won't bite. I'll make you feel good. Promise. Better than you did with the old man.” John smiles, offering his hand to Hank.
Timidly, Hank takes the hand and crawls onto the bed. “Wha-what do I do?” he timidly asks, looking nervously at John. “Just sit on my lap, facing me... I think you can understand the rest.” the blonde says, winking.
Nodding, Hank gets up on his knees before a thought comes to his mind. “But... Your... uhm... You didn't use lube on yourself.” he says, blushing deeply.
Looking down, John smirks and kisses Hank. “Then just lick it.” Brushing his fingers through Hank's hair, John leans towards his ear and nibbles on it, eliciting a moan from Hank.
“You said you wouldn't bite.” he pouts. Deciding to not wait for John's reply though, he leans down and timidly lick the head of John's cock. Hearing a gasp, Hank licks the cock again and again, making sure every bit has saliva on it. About to move away, instead he, out of curiosity, takes the head of the cock in his mouth. But before he could do anything else, John pulls his head up.
“Do anymore and you won't get your fuck. Now on my lap...” the blonde teen says, voice husky. Nodding slowly, trying to understand before blushing. Slowly, the brunette straddles John's lap.
Placing his hands on Hank's waist, he lowers him down onto his cock, biting his lip as his cock is hugged by Hank's anus. Slowly, he takes a deep breath once he's fully sheathed inside Hank and kisses the other teen. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah... I'm good... Wh-what do I do though?” Hank says, placing his hands on John's shoulders. “Well...” licking his lips, John pretends to think for a moment. “All I want you to do is enjoy yourself. And moan as loud as you want.” Making sure he has a good grip on Hank's waist, John slowly lifts him up, off his cock before lowering him. “Okay?”
“Yes~” the brunette moans. “You can... keep going you know...” he adds, blushing deeply. “Oh?” the blonde says tauntingly. Lifting Hank up again, instead of letting him back down, he thrusts up and smirks as a loud moan fills the room. “Would you like it slow or fast then?”
“F-fast?” Hank says before yelping as he's pushed down onto the bed with John on top of him. “What- Oh yes!” he screams out. His legs being held up as John pounds into him as if their lives depended on it.
If he cared at the moment, he would've thought that he had just heard his mother outside of the room. But he didn't really care at the moment. Putting his all into fucking the brunette under him. The one moaning and crying out his name. His, no one else's. As that thought passed through John's mind, he moved a hand to Hank's cock.
That was all it took, after one stroke, muscles around his cock tightened around him like a vice as Hank cums. After one more thrust, he himself was done for. Filling Hank even more. Looking down at an extremely exhausted looking Hank, John opens his mouth before blinking. Britney Spears music coming from the floor, and Hank's face resembling a tomato as his hand grabs his pants from the side of the bed. Removing his cell phone, he starts to resemble a radish now.
“Hi... hi mom...” Hank says, trying to sound normal as he speaks into the phone. “Er... I was jogging. Huh? Oh... I'm just at... a friends house. A new friend. Okay. Bye” turning off his phone, Hank looks up at John. “I'm sorry!”
He couldn't help it, John started laughing. Pulling out of Hank, he lays next to Hank. “Since when do emo kids listen to Britney Spears?!”
“I'm not emo!” Hank pouts, throwing his phone and pants back on the floor. “I need a bath.” “And I need a date. Go on a date with me Hank.” John says, smiling at the brunette.
“Wh-what? But your a jock.” Hank blinks, confused. Scoffing, John rolls his eyes. “Is that a yes or no?” “Fine... but... Wait! What are you doing?” suddenly nervous, not liking the predatory gleam in John's eyes. Trying to move away, Hank is instead pinned to the bed. But then he feels lips on his neck and moans before realizing what John was doing. By the time John moved away, Hank had two hickeys. One on each side. And he wouldn't be able to hide either of them. “I'm going to go get you a wash cloth.” John says before running off with a grin.
-The end
“Dad?”
The both of them freeze as the door opens and closes. “You know better to not fuck anyone when mom is picking me.... up.... Hank?!!” the blonde's son says. Blinking as he sees a kid from many of his classes under his father.
Abruptly, the blonde pulls out of Hank and stands, putting his clothes back on. “John. You can't tell anyone. Please.” he says, only to get glared at by his son. “Just get out dad. Mom bought you beer.” John just glares as his father leaves before looking back at the other teen that isn't looking at him.
Damn he hated it. Why did his father have to fuck the cute emo kid? The thought passed through his mind as his eyes landed on the rope still hanging off of the headboard and then to the naked body laying there.
“Why did you have to do it with my dad Hank?” John asks. “Look at me.” he adds and smirks as Hank timidly looks at him and blushes.
'Huh... Well ain't that something...' John thinks, noticing the blush. “I thought emo kids were too depressed to have sex.” he says.
Pouting, Hank looks at John again and notes the football uniform the dirty blonde was wearing. “I-I'm not emo.” the brunet whispers, pouting, wondering why there weren't any blankets on the bed. Deciding to look for a blanket, Hank gets up and starts looking.
Looking at the brunet as he searches for a blanket, John glares at the cum covering Hank's thighs. Though, the glare then turns into a smirk as he starts to take off his gear and then his clothes. Smiling at the triumphant look on the teens face before standing behind him and pulling him against him. “Can I have you emo boy?” he whispers into the brunets ear, enjoying the shiver.
“I... I'm not emo...” Hank stutters, nearly dropping the blanket as he notices the teen behind him is naked. Naked and hard.
“Fine then. Can I have you Hank?” John asks, but doesn't wait for an answer as he turns Hank around and kisses him. Grinning inwardly as Hank kisses him back, he pulls away and sits down on the bed, his back against the headboard. Smirking at a panting, blushing and hard Hank, John pats his lap and says “Come over here.”
Biting his lip, Hank timidly walks towards the bed. “I won't bite. I'll make you feel good. Promise. Better than you did with the old man.” John smiles, offering his hand to Hank.
Timidly, Hank takes the hand and crawls onto the bed. “Wha-what do I do?” he timidly asks, looking nervously at John. “Just sit on my lap, facing me... I think you can understand the rest.” the blonde says, winking.
Nodding, Hank gets up on his knees before a thought comes to his mind. “But... Your... uhm... You didn't use lube on yourself.” he says, blushing deeply.
Looking down, John smirks and kisses Hank. “Then just lick it.” Brushing his fingers through Hank's hair, John leans towards his ear and nibbles on it, eliciting a moan from Hank.
“You said you wouldn't bite.” he pouts. Deciding to not wait for John's reply though, he leans down and timidly lick the head of John's cock. Hearing a gasp, Hank licks the cock again and again, making sure every bit has saliva on it. About to move away, instead he, out of curiosity, takes the head of the cock in his mouth. But before he could do anything else, John pulls his head up.
“Do anymore and you won't get your fuck. Now on my lap...” the blonde teen says, voice husky. Nodding slowly, trying to understand before blushing. Slowly, the brunette straddles John's lap.
Placing his hands on Hank's waist, he lowers him down onto his cock, biting his lip as his cock is hugged by Hank's anus. Slowly, he takes a deep breath once he's fully sheathed inside Hank and kisses the other teen. “You okay?”
“Y-yeah... I'm good... Wh-what do I do though?” Hank says, placing his hands on John's shoulders. “Well...” licking his lips, John pretends to think for a moment. “All I want you to do is enjoy yourself. And moan as loud as you want.” Making sure he has a good grip on Hank's waist, John slowly lifts him up, off his cock before lowering him. “Okay?”
“Yes~” the brunette moans. “You can... keep going you know...” he adds, blushing deeply. “Oh?” the blonde says tauntingly. Lifting Hank up again, instead of letting him back down, he thrusts up and smirks as a loud moan fills the room. “Would you like it slow or fast then?”
“F-fast?” Hank says before yelping as he's pushed down onto the bed with John on top of him. “What- Oh yes!” he screams out. His legs being held up as John pounds into him as if their lives depended on it.
If he cared at the moment, he would've thought that he had just heard his mother outside of the room. But he didn't really care at the moment. Putting his all into fucking the brunette under him. The one moaning and crying out his name. His, no one else's. As that thought passed through John's mind, he moved a hand to Hank's cock.
That was all it took, after one stroke, muscles around his cock tightened around him like a vice as Hank cums. After one more thrust, he himself was done for. Filling Hank even more. Looking down at an extremely exhausted looking Hank, John opens his mouth before blinking. Britney Spears music coming from the floor, and Hank's face resembling a tomato as his hand grabs his pants from the side of the bed. Removing his cell phone, he starts to resemble a radish now.
“Hi... hi mom...” Hank says, trying to sound normal as he speaks into the phone. “Er... I was jogging. Huh? Oh... I'm just at... a friends house. A new friend. Okay. Bye” turning off his phone, Hank looks up at John. “I'm sorry!”
He couldn't help it, John started laughing. Pulling out of Hank, he lays next to Hank. “Since when do emo kids listen to Britney Spears?!”
“I'm not emo!” Hank pouts, throwing his phone and pants back on the floor. “I need a bath.” “And I need a date. Go on a date with me Hank.” John says, smiling at the brunette.
“Wh-what? But your a jock.” Hank blinks, confused. Scoffing, John rolls his eyes. “Is that a yes or no?” “Fine... but... Wait! What are you doing?” suddenly nervous, not liking the predatory gleam in John's eyes. Trying to move away, Hank is instead pinned to the bed. But then he feels lips on his neck and moans before realizing what John was doing. By the time John moved away, Hank had two hickeys. One on each side. And he wouldn't be able to hide either of them. “I'm going to go get you a wash cloth.” John says before running off with a grin.
-The end