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Feet | Beastiality | Crying
Matt pushed Andrew onto the sofa and hovered over him. He caught a glimpse of hazel eyes before he was kissing the blond boy hard, pushing him down into the plush cushions. Andrew canted his hips, groaning into Matt's mouth as he tried to find friction.
Matt stilled his hips with a hand flat on his abdomen, happy to kiss him senseless. Andrew whined his complaints and Matt pulled away.
“Okay?” Matt asked. Andrew glared at him, which would have been terrifying if he wasn’t pinned under matt's body, lips kissed a pretty red.
“Are we gonna fuck or not, Boyd?” Andrew snarled. Matt smiled and leaned down for another quick kiss. Andrew bit his lip hard and Matt pulled away to roll his eyes.
“You’re so demanding,” Matt chided, hooking his arms under Andrew’s thighs and easily lifting him off the sofa. Andrew eagerly wrapped his legs around Matt’s middle and worked his mouth over the sensitive spot on Matt's neck. Matt hissed and hurried to the bedroom, throwing Andrew on the bottom bunk and climbing on top of him. Andrew’s hands went down to his own jeans, trying to unbuckle them and push them down. Matt helped him push them away, throwing them on the floor and running his hands up the smooth thighs on show. Andrew shivered, cock twitching in his dark boxers. Matt leaned forwards and licked at the wet patch spreading across the front.
Andrew whined, and Matt grinned against his bulge. He pushed a hand up Andrew’s shirt, stroking a hand over his soft stomach. Matt pinched the hem of his shirt and tugged.
“Can this come off?” he asked gently, placing a little kiss on Andrew’s bare hipbone. Andrew nodded and sat up, raising his arms over his head so Matt could whip his shirt off. Matt didn’t do what Andrew wanted, lifting his shirt slowly, worshipping the revealed bits of skin one at a time.
“Get a move on,” Andrew ground out, jaw clenched. Matt took the rest of his shirt off and let it fall onto the floor.
“What about these?” Matt tapped Andrew’s armbands. Andrew rolled his eyes and shucked them off, throwing them down to join his shirt.
“If you don’t hurry up-“ Andrew started. Matt rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. If you insist.” Matt yanked his boxers away and swallowed Andrew down to the hilt. Andrew let out a surprised moan, hips bucking up into Matt's mouth. Matt hollowed his cheeks and bobbed, running his tongue over the head. Andrew whined, hands scrabbling for purchase in Matt's curls. Matt reached down to palm himself through his pants, trying to ease some of the pressure.
“Matt,” Andrew whined, “I’m gonna-“ Matt pulled off with a pop before Andrew could finish his sentence. Andrew let out a sob and pulled Matt’s hair hard.
“Not yet,” Matt said with a sly grin making Andrew whine again. “It’s my turn.” Matt shifted, pulling his cock out of his jeans, shifting up until he was pressing the head against Andrew’s lips. Andrew opened up eagerly, letting Matt slip inside. Matt moaned, fucking a little deeper into Andrew’s hot, wet mouth. Matt watched as tears formed in the corners of Andrew’s eyes, slowly dripping out as Matt fucked his mouth.
“You look so good,” Matt praised, voice hoarse. Andrew blubbered wetly and Matt reached out to wipe the tears away. Andrew sucked hard, milking Matt’s cock until Matt had to pull away, lest he come too early.
Andrew flopped back onto the pillows, letting Matt reach over him and grab lube and a condom from his bedside drawer. Andrew tossed the condom away and looked up at Matt with dark watery eyes. Matt couldn’t help himself, he leaned down and kissed Andrew hard. His cheeks were wet with tears.
Matt pulled back and slicked up two of his fingers, pushing them in gently. It never took too long- that was one of the best parts about having a hypersexual boyfriend; they were having sex so often that Matt barely needed to stretch him.
Matt roughly fingered Andrew for a few moments, ignoring his cries and complaints when Matt barely brushed his prostate.
“Shh,” Matt said, gently kissing the spot just underneath his balls, “just a little more, keep being good for me.” Andrew’s thighs shook either side of his head as he pushed a third finger in to join the other two. Andrew chanted Matt’s name above him, any worries about their neighbours overhearing lost in his pleasure.
“Matt!” Andrew cried, “I’m ready, hurry up!” Matt pulled his fingers out and leaned back. Matt ripped his shirt over his head before pushing down his pants and underwear, keeping his eyes on Andrew’s tear streaked and flushed face.
Andrew wasn’t actually upset by what they were doing as he’d had to tell Matt a million times. It was an uncontrollable reaction for him to cry and Matt had gained some kind of Pavlovian response to seeing Andrew cry. It made him so hard and the nights where Andrew would sob uncontrollably were the best.
Matt lubed up his cock and pushed into Andrew’s tight hole, breathing quietly so he could hear the slick sound of his first thrust. Andrew practically wailed as Matt fully seated himself inside him. Matt leaned forwards, practically pushing Andrew’s knees to his chest. Andrew bit his lip to stop the noise, hard enough to draw blood. Matt kissed the little wound better, thrusting shallowly.
“It’s okay,” Matt whispered against his lips, “you can cry.” Andrew’s chest heaved with a broken little sob and Matt had to take a deep breath so he didn’t come instantly.
“Go,” Andrew said, voice too shaky to be demanding. Matt kissed him again before pulling out and thrusting back in hard. Andrew gasped so Matt did it again and again. Skin slapped against skin hard enough to give Andrew bruises to cherish the next day. Andrew tried to muffle his cries against Matt’s lips, filling Matt’s mouth with the salty taste of tears.
“Fucking hell,” Matt hissed, when another one of Andrew’s sobs made him clench around him, “Not gonna last much longer.” Andrew kissed him hard, twirling their tongues together and sniffling.
Matt wrapped a hand around Andrew’s cock and started roughly jerking him off. Andrew came with a cry, cum splattering across his and Matt's stomachs.
Matt cursed a few times before he followed Andrew over the edge, spilling inside him with a moan. Andrew gave a watery gasp, hands digging into the muscles across Matt’s back.
Matt pulled out slowly and Andrew winced at the sensation of his cum dribbling out. He climbed off the bed and fetched a warm washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning Andrew up and dressing him in one of his T-shirts. It was long enough on Andrew for it to be a nightgown, and Matt smiled as he gathered the blond boy into his arms and wiped his face with a stray tissue.
“That was good,” Matt said with a hum, kissing Andrew lightly on the top of the head. Andrew wiggled in his arms.
“I hate you.”