
Don t call it boyfriend
Morning light sliced the room. Blade woke first, Aragorn’s heavy arm across his chest, his date from last nights thick cock already hard and pressed against his hip. Blade’s own was rigid, aching from the action of last night. Aragorn’s eyes opened. He gave not a word. He rolled Blade onto his back, shoved his thighs apart, diving in with his tounge. Having caressed his hole deep he got up, set the tip of his cock and pushed in with one deep stroke. Blade’s breath punched out. Aragorn started fucking him hard—long, powerful thrusts that rocked the bed. Thier bodies slapped together in harmony. Aragorn drove deeper, faster, hands pinning Blade’s wrists. Blade met every stroke, legs locked around him, pulling him in.
