"You sure?" he asked, one last time to be sure, because this was it. He pressed and pushed the tip into Ty, waiting to be sure it was okay.
Harvey Dent Charles's fingers left him and Tyler arched, feeling his dick there instead, just barely inside him, driving him crazy. The slight press made the blond moan and grasp at Charles's shoulders desperately, trying to pull him closer.
"God, fuck, yes /do/ it-" he snapped, unsure /when/ he started to sound like a begging slut, but he couldn't help it. Charles made him do it, he made him want what he thought he'd never, ever allow.
"God dammit, Tyler... you feel so fucking /good/," he moaned.
Harvey Dent Tyler was writhing everywhere but his hips, which Charles held perfectly still. He felt split open by Charles's cock, impaled and exposed, every nerve inside him alive and screaming with pleasure when he hit that /spot/ inside him.
The tall blond almost shouted, breathing roughly and digging his nails into Charles's back, clawing at him to try and deal with the pleasure. He'd never had anyone /inside/ him before, and it was making him unravel fast and hard.
He didn't want to be treated gently like this, like he was breakable because he wasn't, he could take anything Charles could dish out, not because he was too weak to say no, but because he was strong enough to handle it all and fucking like it the next day when he could barely walk.
"Yeah," he growled, darkly, nearly unable to speak, "more." He glared up at Charles, fierce with shocked ecstasy in his black eyes, "c'mon, harder."
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He leaned and licked some of the blood off Ty's hips, fingering him even still, in and out, scissoring his entrance until he /felt/ good an ready to be fucked. Then, with the moaning giving him a cue to go ahead, he pulled them out and replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.
"You sure?" he asked, one last time to be sure, because this was it. He pressed and pushed the tip into Ty, waiting to be sure it was okay.
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Charles's fingers left him and Tyler arched, feeling his dick there instead, just barely inside him, driving him crazy. The slight press made the blond moan and grasp at Charles's shoulders desperately, trying to pull him closer.
"God, fuck, yes /do/ it-" he snapped, unsure /when/ he started to sound like a begging slut, but he couldn't help it. Charles made him do it, he made him want what he thought he'd never, ever allow.
"Fuck me."
Bruce Wayné Again, not gently, Charles pressed into the Blond, slowly at first but then just slammed into him, pressing hard against his prostate, pulling back and doing it again. He did this over and over, holding Tyler's hips, pushing in hard, bucking, waiting until the blond seemed /comfortable/ enough to let him ravage the shit out of him.
"God dammit, Tyler... you feel so fucking /good/," he moaned.
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Tyler was writhing everywhere but his hips, which Charles held perfectly still. He felt split open by Charles's cock, impaled and exposed, every nerve inside him alive and screaming with pleasure when he hit that /spot/ inside him.
The tall blond almost shouted, breathing roughly and digging his nails into Charles's back, clawing at him to try and deal with the pleasure. He'd never had anyone /inside/ him before, and it was making him unravel fast and hard.
He didn't want to be treated gently like this, like he was breakable because he wasn't, he could take anything Charles could dish out, not because he was too weak to say no, but because he was strong enough to handle it all and fucking like it the next day when he could barely walk.
"Yeah," he growled, darkly, nearly unable to speak, "more." He glared up at Charles, fierce with shocked ecstasy in his black eyes, "c'mon, harder."