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“So you wouldn’t escape.”
Anthony’s palms clenched into fists, and I readied myself to react in case of violence. “I waited like a puppy for you to call or stop by. I barely made any plans so they wouldn’t get in your way. You think I would’ve escaped you?”
Chris shook his head. “I don’t have a logical explanation. You’re not the only one who lost himself to what we did.”
“I don’t want to fuck you because you feel guilty.”
Chris spread his legs further. “This is not just about me. I should have let you fuck me a long time ago.”
Anthony nodded. “Fine, but I’m doing this my way.”
“Okay.”
I grabbed the lube and handed it to Anthony. He squirted some on his palm but didn’t rub any on Chris’s asshole, just on his own cock. He leaned forward above Chris, his hips moving forward until two loud gasps filled the quiet room.
Chris hurried to grab Anthony’s arms. “Fuck, that’s big.”
“You can take it.” Anthony pushed deeper while Chris was biting his lips, his eyes shut tight.
When Anthony started to thrust, it looked mechanical; waist slapping against an ass with zero eye contact.
“Ant, relax,” Chris said.
“Don’t tell me what to do. I don’t—”
Chris raised his head and kissed him. When Anthony tried to pull away, Chris held on to his head and forced him to stay down.
I watched quietly as the tension left Anthony’s face. He kissed Chris back and kept pumping.
How long have you been waiting for this moment, big guy?
The kiss went on for a long time, and when Anthony broke it, he immediately moved to Chris’s neck. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but based on the way Chris’s eyes rolled back, I gathered teeth and lips were involved.
Anthony was pumping with force, rocking the bed like an earthquake. He was a wild beast out of his cage, wreaking havoc. With every deep thrust, Chris moaned louder, mouth hanging open and eyes rolling back.
The smell of sex spread throughout the room, reaching my nostrils and swirling in my brain.
Anthony suddenly pulled out of Chris and got off the bed. “Get up.”
Chris started to push himself up. “Where are we going?”
Without answering, Anthony held Chris’s arm and pushed him toward the closet on the side of the room.The way he was fucked that first time.
It wasn’t clear to me whether Anthony was overly excited or just careless, but he shoved Chris too hard and slammed him against the closet, his bruised cheek hitting the wood with force. He cried out in pain.
“Shit. Shit, I’m sorry. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I think.”
“It played better in my head.”
Chris chuckled. “It usually does.”
“Do you need a break?”
“Anthony, Jesus.”
Five seconds later, they were back at it. Anthony’s body seemed to be trying to consume Chris’s, to absorb him. Their moans grew louder than before.
