Cow-t 10. NSFW. M2. Prompt: Mitologia Greca e Romana
Ila was a vision down on his knees, his beautiful body barely covered by a piece of cloth, he didn’t bother covering himself while he was waiting for Eracle. He had been away for a long time fighting a monster and it had been since forever that they didn’t have the chance to enjoy their intimacy.
But the news of his return arrived Ila got overly excited and wanted to make sure to be ready him.
He opened himself and used the wooden dick Eracle got him to keep his body soft.
Eracle was big, not only in the strength but also in the body. Even with the best efforts he could only take the tip and not much more inside his mouth without choking. He worked the rest with his hands, trying to make up for it while the wood in his ass made him all aroused.
Eracle shuddered hard as the head of his cock disappeared Ila’s mouth. He slid one hand down to cup the back of Ila’s head, fighting the urge to hold his lover there and just thrust away. He always had to keep his strength in check when they were together, he would never forgive himself if he hurt the boy blinded by passion.
He also must have been pent up by the way he was working him up in a hurry.
Not that that took long – his dick was always happy to see Ila. He carded his fingers through his mate’s long hair and ground his crotch up against that pretty face as he started to get into it. It had been too long since last time he got to have some release.
He suddenly decided he couldn’t wait anymore. He took out his cock from the boy’s mouth helping him on his feet before claiming his lips.
The boy melted against his body, his pink mouth opening to his tongue.
Ila whimpered in the kiss: he was being lifted up, and his legs wrapped around Eracle’s middle automatically. The hero took some steps until he felt the wall against his back, not that he needed help, he felt light as a feather in the strong arms, safely held by the big hands under his butt.
Fingers met the wood, and Eracle went down kissing his neck working the wood out of him.
His hard cock met the entrance pressing forward and Ila’ moans filled the room. He had to start slowly, making the soft body accept the intrusion, picking up sped only when he relaxed.
Ila screamed coming between them. It was normal, their lovemaking was so intense on his mortal body that it wasn’t unusual for him coming multiple times before Eracle reached his own climax.
The hero kept going at it pleasure driving him crazy.
“More,” he panted into his ear, “I want more.” Ila braced himself thrust reaching too deep.
Ila wondered mildly how one could possibly give more than this until his lover answered the question for him by hefting Ila’s legs up over each shoulder and baring down on him at an impossible angle that bent the smaller body nearly in half. He shifts his hips, changing the angle just so that makes it that extra inch better. He resumed pounding into him groaning hard until Ila suddenly freezes up and came again even harder than the first time.
All he could do was wrap his arms around Eracle’s neck and hold on to him for dear life as the pleasure spiralled ever higher within him with each hard thrust; he couldn’t speak, could hardly breathe, could barely draw breath to moan out Eracle’s name.
Eracle was grunting against his skin, pace becoming erratic as his orgasm built up inside him.
His hips have lost their rhythm and he’s slamming into Ila’s ass with no restraint, just taking his pleasure, until he finally freezes in place and grips Ila’s thighs so hard that there’s going to be bruised.
The boy can literally feel his pleasure filling him, over and over until he is stuffed full, Eracles’ sperm dripping on the floor.
Eracle stood there, buried in Ila, until he caught his breath, pulling out of the blonde once he had finished.
He took them to the bed, helping him distending his legs. There are marks on his body, as anyone his still missing who he belonged.
Eracle rested his head on his small chest and Ila hugged him kissing his hair.
“Welcome home.” He murmured.