Ricky and Chris
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Ricky laid his back against the wall, his tongue gliding against Chris’.
The pair clearly had too much to drink as they fought for dominance, forgetting they were both ‘straight’.
Chris's hand moved to Ricky's ass giving it a firm squeeze causing him to moan.
The two were desperate for each other, and the drink proved it as Chris pushed the boy against the bed, climbing between his legs.
Ricky whimpered as he pulled at Chris' shirt. The goth pulled back, removing both of their clothes. He wasted no time kissing along Ricky’s neck.
Ricky moaned running hand down Chris' bare chest. “Fuck me.” Ricky slurred, wrapping his legs around Chris’ waist.
Chris didn't need to be told twice as he grabbed the lube from the side table.
He wasted no time spreading the live along his rock-hard cock, slapping it against Ricky’s tight hole.
Ricky whimpered pushing back against Chris' cøck. “You want it, baby?” Chris slurred, forgetting where they were.
"Y-yes, daddy," Ricky whimpered.
Chris did as he was told pushing past the boy’s tight entrance.
Ricky couldn't help but moan from the stretch. He didn't realize how big Chris was.
“It’s okay, baby. So good for me.” Ricky pulled Chris' lips to his distracting him from the pain.
Chris happily kissed back, trying to coach Ricky though as their tongues glided together.
Chris slowly continued to push inside moaning at how tight Ricky was.
Ricky pulled back, grabbing Chris’ purple hair, and giving it a hard pull. “Shit…so fucking big.”
Once Chris was fully inside Ricky he allowed the boy to rest.
He was drunkenly obsessed with his guitarist, wanting to give him everything as he sucked on Ricky’s neck, creating a deep, purple mark.
"Chris," Ricky moaned wanting to feel everything Chris had to offer. “What is it, baby? Talk to Daddy.”
"Fûck me, please," Ricky whimpered.
Chris didn’t have to hear another word as he pulled out until just his tip remained before slamming back in, quickly finding a rough pace.
Ricky whimpered his nails digging into Chris' back. Chris couldn’t help but moan, loving how Ricky clenched around him.
"So good, baby," Chris grunts. “A-all yours, daddy…” "Could fück you all night," Chris moaned.
Ricky couldn't help but moan loudly as Chris shifted and each stroke went straight to his prostate.
“Please, daddy, gonna make me cum…” Ricky groaned, feeling his body betraying him already.
That encouraged Chris to work harder and faster as he felt that familiar pit in his stomach as well.
He reached over, grabbed his phone, and took a few videos as Ricky screamed his name.
"Cüm for me, baby," Chris grunts. Ricky’s entire body shook, his cock stiffening as he came over both their chest.
"That's it, baby," Chris grunts as he catches that on video. He went to put out but Ricky wrapped his legs around him. "I-inside me, Daddy,"
Chris smirked, laying his phone to the side and wrapping his hands around Ricky’s throat as he sped up, the sound of their skin slapping.
