Indescribable Need

John's comforter is soft against Riley's bare skin as he lays stretched out, naked in front of John for the first time. Rapturously, John trails his fingers through the peach fuzz spreading across Riley's body; trailing down from his belly button and gathering on the inside of his upper thigh.

"You must not have been on testosterone for very long." John murmurs, feeling the texture change between the new growth and Riley's coarse pubes.

"Only six months," Riley manages between soft gasps of pleasure, "It's why I can't stop fucking you." John grins, standing over the boy laid out on the edge of his bed. He's naked too. Riley's fingertips trace marvels onto the skin of his hip.

"Is that the only reason?" John asks, hand wandering along the new bruises forming on Riley's deep brown skin. It had only been an hour, maybe two, since the parking lot where John's crushing grip made the marks on Riley's waist, his ass. Bite marks mar his neck and shoulders.

John's hand finds Riley's nipple, still sensitive after keyhole, the boy's voice cracking with a moan.

"And your wallet," Riley pants, nails now scratching at John's hip, needy. "Somebody has to pay for all this birth control." Even as his back arches under John's touch, Riley manages a bratty smirk.

New hunger flares in John's gut, needing to make a mess of the boy stretched out below him, he presses his weight down onto Riley's body, pinning him. "Is that all I am to you? A dildo with a wallet?" John growls into Riley's ear, his balls resting on the boy's wet cunt, cock pressed between their stomachs.

"And so what if you are?" Riley breathes out, eyes rolling back as he slowly grinds himself against John's hardened length. "You couldn't stop cumming in me if you wanted to." At this, John catches both of Riley's hands in one of his own, restraining them. His other hand presses against the full length of Riley's face, pushing their noses together.

"Is that all you have to say to me?" He murmurs. Just as Riley opens his mouth to respond, John drags the flat of his tongue across the side of Riley's face, reducing the boy into a moaning mess as the leisurely grind of his hips accelerates into desperate humping.

"There we go honey, that's more like it." John whispers; lips brushing the shell of Riley's ear, breaking the boy's voice further. "Now show me your tongue." Trembling, desperately sliding his own dick along the fat cock imprinting itself on his stomach, Riley sticks his tongue out, unable to wipe away any of the spit covering his cheeks and chin.

Without notice or care for the desperation burning below him, John slides two of his fingers into the back of Riley's throat, luxuriating in it gagging around him.

"Tight here too" he remarks with approval, slowly removing his fingers from the whimpering boy's throat, letting them rest on the extended tongue instead. Riley's eyes shine with tears, every part of him exposed, overpowered, pinned down. The complete domination makes a river of his cunt, John's composure humiliating him, compounding his need.

"You're gonna make yourself cum like this aren't you? You're gonna cum yourself stupid just from begging me to fuck you." John croons into Riley's ear, tender now.

Riley knows he's right. Part of him can't take the indignity, John is supposed to be the needy mess, on his knees, bathing in the glory of Riley's cunt. But the man's control is undoing him, heavy fingers holding his tongue on display, exploring his mouth like it's a pussy. Riley humps faster, panting, t-dick rubbing towards a roaring orgasm along the bottom of John's unmoving cock. It blows through him, pressing him up into John, burning as close he can to the man, needing to be consumed.

Then John is getting up, perfunctorily removing his body from Riley's grip, leaving the boy unweighted, suddenly cold.

"If I really am just a dildo to you, then you won't mind me getting a condom." John says, painfully casual from across the room. Shaking with the sudden distance and now cold mess between his legs, tears start falling down Riley's face, confusion and embarrassment thick in his now empty mouth.

"What...? But, why?" A barrier between them, preventing skin from touching skin, would break Riley's heart. Before anything could make sense, John was climbing onto the middle of the bed, avoiding the boy entirely in favor of stretching out on his back, cock pointed at the ceiling. He turns his face to Riley, his upbeat smile not quite concealing the intensity in his eyes.

"I'm your dildo aren't I? I'll just lay here while you take what you need from me." Riley, half turned toward him, continues to stare in confusion. Fat teardrops fall onto the bed. John reached out to wipe Riley's face, reassuring. "It's okay, I'll enjoy the show."

"It's not like that." The words are glue in Riley's swollen mouth. He tries again, "I didn't mean it like that." He's staring at the stitching in John's comforter, unwilling to look at the man. Unwilling to pull away from the hand on his cheek.

"Like what?"

"Like I don't care about you. Like I don't want you." Riley's voice is a hoarse whisper. He notices a loose thread, pulled free from the rest of the pattern.

"So you do like me?" Riley can hear the easy grin in John's voice. He nods, silently, twirling the thread in his fingers.

"Then prove it." Riley's eyes snap up, meeting John's.

"How?" He asks, unthinking, before the strangeness of the situation, the vulnerability, occurs to him.

"I'll take off the condom if you promise not to take the Plan B." John isn't quite smiling anymore, the intensity in his eyes infecting the rest of his face. This man will devour him, if Riley allows it.

Everything is getting hot again. Nobody is breathing.

Then, quietly, Riley asks, "What if I get pregnant?" Their breath is getting closer, bodies turning.

John answers with utter sincerity, "I'll do anything you ask of me, if you take everything I give you."

The condom is gone, cock raw in his cunt, everything is moving, bed squeaking, skin slapping, every muscle in Riley gripping the cock inside of him, "Your mine, your mine, yourmineyourmine. GOD FUCK ME," He yanks John's hair, forcing eye contact, "Never come outside of me again, never fucking waste your cum on the world again. I don't care if I wake up with you inside me every day, your cum is just for me, got it?"

"FuuuuuuuuuuCK yesyeysyesyes," John cries, fucking into Riley fast, bruising him inside and out, "I'm yours, I'm yours, I want every part of you, FUCK" Wetting his fingers in the mess between them, John slides his digits between Riley's quaking ass cheeks, pulling them wide with one hand as the other presses into the boy's second hole. Still riding hard, Riley's eyes go wide as the first fingers pops inside, taking the full length without warning, then suddenly the second as John puppeteers him from behind, forcing Riley to bounce faster.

Fingers pressing into Riley's internal wall, John feels his cock twitch, and then his balls pull tight, thick ropes of cum hitting Riley's womb hard enough for John to feel it in his fingers, ecstatic screams erupting from both mouths as orgasms take them together. Riley, doubly impaled, sinks to John's base, wrapping his legs tight around the older man's waist, skin touching every place skin can touch, cleaving them together.

They stay like that for a long time. Inside and outside of each other. One beast of two flesh, entwined.