My Mafia Host Family
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
7,415
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 7
A moan escaped Vestige's mouth as his eyes drifted down to this groan. "Hard is fucking right..." he mumbled distractedly.
Pazhar couldn't help but agree. Hard really was the way to go. With a light grin, he pumped harder and brought his fingers inside Vestige to brush against the sweet spot.
The purple-haired youngster almost went limp, keeping himself standing by wrapping his free arm firmly around Pazhar. They were both fully erect as they kept stroking each other. "No more teasing," Vestige demanded in a murmur, "get started fucking me already!"
The Fendarian smirked. "I can't wait..." He pulled his hands back, then gently pushed Vestige down on his back on the bed. As he climbed on to straddle the smaller guy's legs, he squeezed more lubricant out to put on is manhood.
Spreading his legs impatiently, Vestige stretched up to ignite another kiss. Their tongues exchanged fervent caresses as Pazhar positioned himself against his companion's opening.
When the kiss ended, the Fendarian met Vestige's gaze. "You ready?" He asked softly.
"I was ready yesterday..." Vestige insisted. "Put it in me."
Pazhar brushed some stray purple hair back with a smirk, then shifted his hands down to Vestige's hips. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He said mildly, then started pushing his erection inside Vestige.
The purple-haired guy let out a pained gasp. "That... that'll never happen." He forced out.
A loud moan forced itself out. The Fendarian's hormones were running wild with the tightness around his manhood, and his eyes drifted momentarily closed. He stopped there for a few moments, then forced his eyelids back up so that he could gaze at Vestige's face. Using his grip around the hips as counterweight, he pushed his manhood deeper.
"Fucking... fuck." The smaller guy panted up at him. Pazhar's hand drifted up to wrap around his companion's erection, giving it an intent stroke before he started pumping.
Pazhar stopped there, forcing a smirk. Things had certainly worked out easier this time than the last time he came to a foreign country! He gazed gratefully at the hot young man beneath him. "You're so hot..." He purred softly.
"Uh huh. You're not so bad yourself." Vestige said in a tone that radiated impatience.
"Thanks." The Fendarian placed a peck on his lover's lips, then came through on the unspoken request and pushed further in until he reached the inner ring.
Vestige moaned contently. His hand drifted to Pazhar's neck, grazing it absentmindedly. The hormones were obviously running wild through the small frame, but wasn't there something else in that gaze too?
Pazhar thought about it for a couple of moments, then shook it off. His mind was way too muddled by the pleasure for him to figure anything like that out. Instead, he took a tighter grip around Vestige's manhood. He could feel it throb in appreciation with every pump.
The purple-haired guy's gaze drifted down to where they were joined. "Don't tell me that's all you got..." He murmured in a half-assed threat.
"It isn't." Pazhar chuckled, but it broke off in a moan almost immediately. He started a subtle rocking motion, careful to make sure it was synchronised with his pumping.
"Good..." Vestige panted, shifting a little. The smaller guy started moving on his own to counter Pazhar's movements.
"This is what all roommates do in this country, right?" Pazhar joked.
"Sure." Vestige nodded. "As long as they're sizzling hot like you, I can't imagine anyone resisting..." He reached up to entwine his fingers in Pazhar's black hair, then moved up to determinedly claim the Fendarian's lips.
The kiss was too good to end. Their tongues exchanged fervent caresses while Pazhar gradually fucked Vestige harder. When the purple-haired guy finally pulled back, the Fendarian quirked a brow. "Want it all the way now?" He forced out between two lustful moans.
Instead of answering the question, Vestige simply re-ignited the kiss with renewed fervor. Pazhar smirked through it, taking care to match the passion and force. He was determined not to be dominated in any aspect of this. After all, he was the top.
When their lips parted again, Pazhar claimed eye-contact and forced himself past the inner ring. A muffled sound - perhaps a yelp - escaped Vestige's lips, and his brows furrowed momentarily in the pain. However, the next moment, the purple-haired guy moaned loudly and jerked himself further onto Pazhar's erection, burrowing it inside him all the way to the hilt.
Well, if that wasn't a demand, Pazhar didn't know what was. With a distracted grin, he intensified his pumping. He aimed his manhood carefully at the sweet spot, then started fucking Vestige unrelentingly.
Their moans echoed off the walls for the next minute, or perhaps several minutes; Pazhar had little recollection about how much time passed during their steaming intercourse. When they finally both released with loud, satisfied groans, he collapsed down next to the smaller guy and kissed him insistently.
"Holy fucking shit..." Vestige panted once he broke free from the kiss. "I'm going to expect a lot of repeats of this. You know that, right?"
Pazhar smiled, running a hand over the purple hair. "Yeah, I know. Me too." He shifted to wrap both his arms around the smaller frame. "Want me to sleep here tonight?"
"Uh huh." Vestige said firmly, then gazed down at their stomaches. "We're a bit messy, but I ain't getting up to clean that shit off now."
"It can wait." Pazhar said calmly, leaning in and placing a kiss on Vestige's cheek.
"Damn right it can." Vestige mumbled sleepily, then rested his head exhaustedly against Pazhar's chest.
Less than a minute later, Pazhar fell asleep. The night was filled with calm, happy dreams of him and a certain purple-haired cyber goth enjoying each other's company.
~~~~~
Lisa: I originally didn't intend to write out this sex scene, but then I figured that since you wanted it and you were my only steady recent reviewer (4 of the last 5 reviews), I didn't want to move on until I had gotten properly inspired for it and written it out. It took a while, but now it's done and I'll go back to the plan! Next chapter will be longer and be up soon, and I promise there'll be another sex scene written out soon :)
Pazhar couldn't help but agree. Hard really was the way to go. With a light grin, he pumped harder and brought his fingers inside Vestige to brush against the sweet spot.
The purple-haired youngster almost went limp, keeping himself standing by wrapping his free arm firmly around Pazhar. They were both fully erect as they kept stroking each other. "No more teasing," Vestige demanded in a murmur, "get started fucking me already!"
The Fendarian smirked. "I can't wait..." He pulled his hands back, then gently pushed Vestige down on his back on the bed. As he climbed on to straddle the smaller guy's legs, he squeezed more lubricant out to put on is manhood.
Spreading his legs impatiently, Vestige stretched up to ignite another kiss. Their tongues exchanged fervent caresses as Pazhar positioned himself against his companion's opening.
When the kiss ended, the Fendarian met Vestige's gaze. "You ready?" He asked softly.
"I was ready yesterday..." Vestige insisted. "Put it in me."
Pazhar brushed some stray purple hair back with a smirk, then shifted his hands down to Vestige's hips. "Tell me if you want me to stop." He said mildly, then started pushing his erection inside Vestige.
The purple-haired guy let out a pained gasp. "That... that'll never happen." He forced out.
A loud moan forced itself out. The Fendarian's hormones were running wild with the tightness around his manhood, and his eyes drifted momentarily closed. He stopped there for a few moments, then forced his eyelids back up so that he could gaze at Vestige's face. Using his grip around the hips as counterweight, he pushed his manhood deeper.
"Fucking... fuck." The smaller guy panted up at him. Pazhar's hand drifted up to wrap around his companion's erection, giving it an intent stroke before he started pumping.
Pazhar stopped there, forcing a smirk. Things had certainly worked out easier this time than the last time he came to a foreign country! He gazed gratefully at the hot young man beneath him. "You're so hot..." He purred softly.
"Uh huh. You're not so bad yourself." Vestige said in a tone that radiated impatience.
"Thanks." The Fendarian placed a peck on his lover's lips, then came through on the unspoken request and pushed further in until he reached the inner ring.
Vestige moaned contently. His hand drifted to Pazhar's neck, grazing it absentmindedly. The hormones were obviously running wild through the small frame, but wasn't there something else in that gaze too?
Pazhar thought about it for a couple of moments, then shook it off. His mind was way too muddled by the pleasure for him to figure anything like that out. Instead, he took a tighter grip around Vestige's manhood. He could feel it throb in appreciation with every pump.
The purple-haired guy's gaze drifted down to where they were joined. "Don't tell me that's all you got..." He murmured in a half-assed threat.
"It isn't." Pazhar chuckled, but it broke off in a moan almost immediately. He started a subtle rocking motion, careful to make sure it was synchronised with his pumping.
"Good..." Vestige panted, shifting a little. The smaller guy started moving on his own to counter Pazhar's movements.
"This is what all roommates do in this country, right?" Pazhar joked.
"Sure." Vestige nodded. "As long as they're sizzling hot like you, I can't imagine anyone resisting..." He reached up to entwine his fingers in Pazhar's black hair, then moved up to determinedly claim the Fendarian's lips.
The kiss was too good to end. Their tongues exchanged fervent caresses while Pazhar gradually fucked Vestige harder. When the purple-haired guy finally pulled back, the Fendarian quirked a brow. "Want it all the way now?" He forced out between two lustful moans.
Instead of answering the question, Vestige simply re-ignited the kiss with renewed fervor. Pazhar smirked through it, taking care to match the passion and force. He was determined not to be dominated in any aspect of this. After all, he was the top.
When their lips parted again, Pazhar claimed eye-contact and forced himself past the inner ring. A muffled sound - perhaps a yelp - escaped Vestige's lips, and his brows furrowed momentarily in the pain. However, the next moment, the purple-haired guy moaned loudly and jerked himself further onto Pazhar's erection, burrowing it inside him all the way to the hilt.
Well, if that wasn't a demand, Pazhar didn't know what was. With a distracted grin, he intensified his pumping. He aimed his manhood carefully at the sweet spot, then started fucking Vestige unrelentingly.
Their moans echoed off the walls for the next minute, or perhaps several minutes; Pazhar had little recollection about how much time passed during their steaming intercourse. When they finally both released with loud, satisfied groans, he collapsed down next to the smaller guy and kissed him insistently.
"Holy fucking shit..." Vestige panted once he broke free from the kiss. "I'm going to expect a lot of repeats of this. You know that, right?"
Pazhar smiled, running a hand over the purple hair. "Yeah, I know. Me too." He shifted to wrap both his arms around the smaller frame. "Want me to sleep here tonight?"
"Uh huh." Vestige said firmly, then gazed down at their stomaches. "We're a bit messy, but I ain't getting up to clean that shit off now."
"It can wait." Pazhar said calmly, leaning in and placing a kiss on Vestige's cheek.
"Damn right it can." Vestige mumbled sleepily, then rested his head exhaustedly against Pazhar's chest.
Less than a minute later, Pazhar fell asleep. The night was filled with calm, happy dreams of him and a certain purple-haired cyber goth enjoying each other's company.
~~~~~
Lisa: I originally didn't intend to write out this sex scene, but then I figured that since you wanted it and you were my only steady recent reviewer (4 of the last 5 reviews), I didn't want to move on until I had gotten properly inspired for it and written it out. It took a while, but now it's done and I'll go back to the plan! Next chapter will be longer and be up soon, and I promise there'll be another sex scene written out soon :)