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Rafael and Wyatt had been dating for a few weeks now, and each day felt like a new adventure. Their relationship was unlike anything either of them had experienced before. Gone were the days of one-sided affections or relationships that fizzled out due to a lack of real connection. With Wyatt, Rafael felt seen, cherished, and alive in a way he hadn’t thought possible. And for Wyatt, Rafael was like a spark that ignited parts of him he hadn’t even realized had gone dim. They were learning knew things about each other and themselves every day, discovering a rhythm that felt natural and exciting all at once.
One rainy morning, the sound of raindrops tapping softly against the windows filled the room. The gray light filtering through the curtains gave the apartment a cozy, serene vibe. Rafael stirred under the covers, feeling the cool air outside the warmth of his blankets. The smell of fresh coffee and sizzling bacon reached him, tugging him from sleep. He stretched lazily, letting out a contented sigh as the faint hum of Wyatt’s voice floated in from the kitchen. The sound of Wyatt humming from the kitchen reached his ears—a cheerful, off-tune rendition of some pop song they’d been listening to about earlier that week.
Curious and charmed, Rafael padded barefoot into the kitchen, the wooden floor cool under his feet. Padding into the kitchen, he spotted Wyatt at the stove, his movements fluid and precise as he flipped a pancake with practiced ease, his hair adorably mussed and his apron covering his naked body, the strings tied just above his round, juicy butt. Wyatt, of course, was fully in his element.
Wyatt turned, his face lighting up when he saw Rafael. “Morning, sexy,” he greeted with a grin.
“Is it bad that I might’ve started dating you just for your pancakes?” Rafael teased as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips.
Wyatt turned, a spatula in one hand and a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. Breakfast is my love language, babe.”
Rafael chuckled, stepping closer to peer at the griddle. “Hey, I’m not complaining. As long as it’s edible, you’re already way ahead of me.”
Wyatt laughed, reaching out to pull Rafael closer by the waist. “Then consider yourself lucky to have me.” He pressed a kiss to Rafael’s temple before turning back to the stove. “Coffee’s on the counter. Help yourself, but don’t drink it all—this masterpiece takes fuel.”
Rafael grabbed a mug, pouring the steaming coffee and taking a long, satisfied sip. The rain continued to patter against the windows, adding a soothing rhythm to the morning. Watching Wyatt cook, his perky butt poking out, Rafael couldn't help himself. He got behind Wyatt, slipping a finger into his tight, pink hole.
"Fuck," Wyatt moaned, pushing his ass back into Rafael’s hand. He tried to concentrate on what he was doing, but Wyatt just couldn't resist Rafael. Rafael let his finger slide back out to circle his rim before slowly fucking him with one finger. He hadn't been fucked in a good while, so his hole was still nice and tight as Rafael slid in.
“Mmm, oh yeah,” Wyatt groaned, moving his hips against Rafael’s finger.
Rafael slipped his finger out and grabbed the back of his head to pull him in for a kiss. He slid his tongue into his mouth and felt Wyatt's breath against his cheek.
"You're so fucking sexy in the morning," Rafael moaned into Wyatt's mouth, his hand trailing down Wyatt's back.
He pulled back and bent Wyatt over the counter. Wyatt's cock was already hard, his pre-cum dripping down onto the apron, leaving little droplets of liquid to soak through. He pressed up against Wyatt's ass, rubbing his cock up and down against the crack.
"Fuck me already," Wyatt groaned, his cheek pressing into the counter, his breath coming in short pants.
"You know I love it when you beg," Rafael growled, licking his fingers. He spit onto his cock and rubbed it against Wyatt's hole, spreading the saliva around and getting a good coat on his cock. "You look so hot bent over the kitchen counter with your naked ass in the air. My sexy little chef," he groaned.
Wyatt reached back, guiding Rafael’s cock to his ass. Rafael ran his hand through Wyatt's hair, tugging on it gently. Rafael pressed the tip of his cock against Wyatt's opening and pushed slowly into him, groaning as he felt his hole wrap tight around his cockhead. Wyatt pushed back against Rafael’s cock with a moan. He groaned loudly as Rafael’s thick cock started to spread his tight ass open around it. His hole clamped around Rafael's dickhead. Rafael pushed in slowly, trying to go slow, but Wyatt was too eager. He pushed his ass back against Rafael's cock and took him inside all at once. Rafael gasped. "Oh my god Wyatt!"
The sudden heat of Wyatt’s ass clenched around his cock, making it hard not to lose it. "Fuck!" Wyatt cried out, his body tensing up around him. Rafael bottomed out inside him, his balls smacking into Wyatt's ass as he drove into him. "God, that feels so good," he groaned, his hands gripping the counter and his forehead pressed into the countertop.
"Ohh... fuck," Rafael panted, struggling to keep himself from fucking Wyatt like a wild animal.
He pulled out and shoved it back in, sliding it back and forth inside Wyatt’s asshole. Wyatt's hand gripped the counter so tightly his knuckles turned white. Rafael fucked him harder, thrusting faster and faster, his hands pulling Wyatt's hips back to meet every thrust. Rafael slammed his cock into Wyatt over and over until he could feel the sweat dripping down his brow. Rafael's hands tightened on Wyatt's hips as he fucked him, slamming him into the counter.
"Uggghhh... you're so big... Fuck!" Wyatt moaned as his ass was stretched wide. He gasped in pain and pleasure as Rafael’s shaft filled him. He could feel his ass was being stretched open real wide. He bounced down on Rafael’s shaft, his hole squeezing tight around the big cock.
"Like that?" Rafael asked.
"Yessss!" Wyatt replied. "Fuck yeah... fuck that hole!" Wyatt’s body slammed back against Rafael’s cock with each thrust, their sweaty bodies making a wet slap with each slam. The friction of the hot walls of Wyatt's ass was too much for Rafael, and he groaned as he fucked his boyfriend hard, pumping his ass full of cock over and over. Their bodies moved together like a well-practiced dance. Wyatt cried out as Rafael nailed his prostate with each thrust. He bounced against Wyatt’s ass with each thrust. The slap of Rafael’s balls against Wyatt’s ass echoed through the kitchen.
Rafael slid his cock back and forth between Wyatt’s cheeks, fucking him deeper with each thrust. "Yeah, that’s what I need, that big dick inside me again," Wyatt growled into the counter.
"You look so sexy with my cock buried deep in your ass," Rafael moaned. "I love fucking you," Rafael panted as he thrust into him again and again. Rafael reached out to grab onto Wyatt's hip with one hand and started fucking him deep, slowly at first then picking up speed as Wyatt's ass relaxed and welcomed him in. His thrusts were slow but deep, giving Wyatt no break as he pushed his cock deeper and deeper inside Wyatt’s hole.
"Yeah... yeah... just like that!" Wyatt yelled, his body slamming into Rafael's cock as it nailed his spot again. His cock throbbed as Rafael hit his prostate again, but he knew not to cum yet.
"Fuck!" Rafael grunted. "You’re such a dirty whore, aren’t you? You’re just a sexy little fuckslut, aren’t you?" Rafael's hands tightened around his hips. "Answer me, boy!" Rafael growled.
"YESS!" Wyatt screamed. "I’m your fucktoy, Rafael! I love taking your cock!" Rafael fucked him faster and faster. His dick felt so good, it made Wyatt forget where he was. It was like they were in their own little world, the only thing that existed in it was the hot cock filling him and the thrusting of their bodies together.
Rafael slammed his cock into him again and again, fucking his tight hole with his big dick. His sweaty body bounced against Wyatt as he fucked into his ass, his balls slapping against him with each thrust. Wyatt screamed out in pleasure, his eyes rolling back into his head. Rafael fucked him faster. He felt Wyatt's asshole clench and clamp down tight around his dick, then slowly release it. His hands tightened on Wyatt’s hips, pulling him back against his cock with each deep thrust. Rafael’s breathing was ragged as he fucked Wyatt's tight hole. Their bodies slammed into each other hard, the slapping of their skin echoing through the kitchen with each thrust. Wyatt could feel Rafael's balls slapping into his ass with each thrust, the head of his cock pressing against his prostate again and again with each thrust. Their rhythm picked up, getting more and more frantic as Rafael fucked his boyfriend’s tight hole.
Wyatt pushed himself back against Rafael’s cock, fucking himself on it. He groaned desperately as Rafael’s cock went deep, his ass flexing around Rafael’s shaft. He wanted Rafael to fuck him so bad, he wanted his cum in him so badly. His ass felt so hot and warm around Rafael’s dick, his rim clamping tight around it like a hug. Rafael fucked him, pounding his cock deep in his hole. Wyatt moaned as Rafael fucked into him, feeling his ass clench around his cock. Wyatt gasped as Rafael's cock hit his spot again, his hips bucking back into him with a whimper. Rafael felt Wyatt’s prostate rub against his cock again, feeling Wyatt’s asshole tighten around him as he fucked into him. Wyatt could feel Rafael’s cock pulsating inside him, his ass clenched tight around it.
"Oh shit!" Wyatt cried out. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" Rafael reached around and jacked off Wyatt's cock, stroking him to climax.
"Yeah! Take my fat cock!" Rafael growled. His eyes were dark and filled with lust. "I wanna see you fucking cum for me, Wyatt!"
"I'm cumming, Fuck, I'm fucking cumming!!" Wyatt yelled, his ass clenching around Rafael's shaft. "AGGGHHHH!!! Fuck me, Raf! Fuck the fucking cum out of me!" His cum exploded from his cock, shooting white ribbons of cum through the apron and out onto the counter. Rafael felt Wyatt's ass grip tight around him, feeling the walls of his hole flex as Wyatt's dick shot its load out onto the counter.
Rafael's fingers slipped over it to coat his hand with cum. Wyatt was panting loudly, moaning and trying not to collapse onto the counter. The 25-year old studs grinded against each other in a rough, passionate pounding.
Rafael leaned in close to speak into Wyatt’s ear. "I'm gonna fuck your ass until I cum in you," Rafael growled into his ear, fucking Wyatt’s hole with a faster pace, bouncing him against his cock like a toy. He slipped his fingers up to Wyatt's mouth and held them up to his lips. Wyatt groaned and opened his mouth, licking Rafael’s fingers clean. He tasted his salty cum on Rafael’s fingers as he sucked them clean. Rafael kept fucking him, nailing his prostate again and again as Wyatt’s mouth worked around Rafael’s fingers. His tongue flicked over them, feeling the cum dripping from his lips. Rafael felt his cock throbbing in Wyatt’s ass as his boyfriend licked his fingers clean.
Rafael fucked him deep, feeling his cock rubbing against Wyatt’s prostate again. Wyatt moaned and writhed back against his cock as he fucked him. Rafael groaned loudly, his hips slapping into Wyatt’s ass as he fucked him deeper. Wyatt's hole squeezed tight around Rafael's cock, milking it with each thrust, desperate to feel it explode inside him. He wanted to feel Rafael’s cum filling his hole, covering his insides. Rafael pulled his fingers from Wyatt’s mouth. His hand snaked around and wrapped around Wyatt’s throat. Rafael fucked Wyatt harder, feeling his cock start to pulse. He knew he wouldn't last much longer.
"Yeah, fuck me!" Wyatt gasped, his hole squeezing tight, his whole body shaking with each thrust. Their bodies moved faster and harder. Wyatt’s fingers curled into the countertop, and his forehead pressed into it, panting desperately. Rafael felt his balls drawing up tight to his body. His cock swelled inside Wyatt’s ass and Rafael’s groan echoed through the room. "Ah fuck!" Rafael moaned.
Rafael let go of his throat and pulled back from his ear to fuck Wyatt fast. "Oh fuck... Wyatt!!" Rafael grunted. He slammed deep into Wyatt's ass one last time and let out a long moan as his body tensed up, feeling his balls release. "AGGGGHHH! FUCK YEAH! HOLY FUCKIN' SHIIITTTT!" Rafael came, and he held Wyatt’s hips tight against him. He pressed himself deep into Wyatt’s hole as he emptied his balls deep inside him. Hot ropes of cum shot from his cock deep into Wyatt’s hole. "Oh god, oh god... oh fuck..." Rafael growled as he shot his load inside Wyatt’s ass. The warm jizz filling Wyatt’s insides made Wyatt groan out, too, his ass clenching around Rafael's cock. Rafael held himself deep in Wyatt’s ass, emptying himself inside his boyfriend. Wyatt felt Rafael’s warm jizz fill him, dripping down from his ass to cover his balls. Rafael gave a final thrust and groaned loudly. He shot his last ropes of cum deep in Wyatt’s ass. His hips gave one more buck as he emptied the last of his load.
Rafael collapsed against Wyatt, both of them gasping in desperate breaths. His arms wrapped around Wyatt's waist, holding him tightly against his chest. His cock was still buried inside Wyatt’s tight ass, still throbbing with each pulse of cum. His lips pressed a kiss into Wyatt’s neck. "Fuck... you’re such a sexy little stud," Rafael growled in his ear. "You take my cock so good." Rafael could feel his cum leaking out of Wyatt's spasming fuckhole.
"That was fucking hot," Wyatt panted. "You were so deep inside me, I could feel your cock slamming into my stomach."
Rafael gave his boyfriend a kiss. "You wanna fuck me next?" Rafael asked him.
"Fuck yeah," Wyatt smirked. "You know how much I love your tight little ass. I love fucking it, feeling you clench around my cock." He pulled out of Wyatt’s hole with a grunt and stood up, pulling Wyatt with him. "I wanna nail you into the kitchen sink." Rafael nodded, turning around to grab onto the edge of the sink. He bent forward, sticking his ass up into the air.
Wyatt grinned at the sight in front of him, but the sound of a timer brought him to his senses. "As much as I wanna fuck you, maybe we should wait until after breakfast," he grinned, slapping Rafael hard on the ass.
Rafael groaned, shooting Wyatt puppydog eyes as he pushed his ass out and spread his cheeks open, showing his tight fuckhole, but Wyatt just glared at him. "Man, you never let me have any fun," he whined. Reluctantly, he pulled his pants up and sat down at the table.
***
As they were eating breakfast, Wyatt cleared his throat, his usual carefree grin tinged with a hint of nervousness. “So,” he began, twirling his fork between his fingers. “We’ve been dating for a few weeks now, and I really, really like where things are going.”
Rafael arched an eyebrow, setting his coffee mug down as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Oh shit. "This is the 'I wanna change everything about you' speech, isn't it? Well, it was nice while it lasted."
Wyatt burst out laughing mid-sip of orange juice, sending the liquid shooting out of his nose. “No, dude!” he choked out between giggles, wiping his face with a napkin. “It’s nothing like that!” he snorted once more.
Rafael leaned back in his chair, feigning relief. “Oh, thank God. For a second, I thought you were about to tell me I’m not perfect.”
Wyatt, still giggling, rolled his eyes. Wyatt finally caught his breath, orange juice still dripping from his nose as he giggled. He sat up slightly, his expression turning earnest. “No, it’s just... I like you, Raf. I really like you. So…” He hesitated, his grin softening into something more sincere. “I want to introduce you to my parents.”
Rafael froze, his fork halfway to his mouth. His eyes widened in mock horror. staring at Wyatt like he’d just suggested they join a cult. “Oh no. It’s even worse!”
Wyatt let out another uncontrollable laugh, letting more juice run out his nose, and light hitting Rafael’s arm. “I promise babe, it's nothing to worry about. We’d go over for a few days during the holidays. No big deal.”
Rafael mimed tying a noose around his neck, and Wyatt choked on another laugh, wisely putting his glass down before anything else came out of his nose. “Relax, Raf! They just really want to meet you. In fact…” Wyatt hesitated, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “They, uh, kind of insisted. They’ve been dying to meet the guy their ‘little boy’ has apparently fallen head over heels for.”
Rafael leaned back, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes in mock suspicion. “If only they knew the kinds of things their ‘little boy’ has done with me…some of it quite literally on his heels,” he added with a devilish smirk.
“Stop it!” Wyatt burst out laughing, clutching his stomach and nearly sliding out of his chair.
When Wyatt had told his parents about Rafael, they were certainly surprised, but immediately accepting. They quickly expressed their desire to meet Rafael.
Wyatt seemed to sense his nervousness, masked by the jokes, and reached over, taking Rafael’s hand in his. His thumb gently stroked over Rafael’s knuckles, grounding him. “Hey,” he said softly, his eyes full of reassurance. “I promise it’s gonna be okay. They’re really excited to meet you, Raf. They’ve already told me how happy they are for us. Trust me, they’ll love you. Almost as much as I do.” Rafael's nerves eased at Wyatt's words, and a smile started to grow on his face.
“I don’t know, Wyatt,” he said, smirking but clearly nervous beneath the bravado. “What if they hate me? What if I accidentally say something stupid? What if they bring out embarrassing baby pictures of you, and I can’t stop laughing?”
Wyatt leaned forward, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Well, if you do, they’ll probably just love you more. I mean, you already got me wrapped around your finger, so why not them too?”
Rafael’s smile turned into a playful smirk. “So what exactly did you tell them about me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Wyatt grinned mischievously. “Oh, you know. That you’re this incredibly sexy, devilishly funny finance guy who’s totally out of my league. They were a little surprised at first, but they’re totally on board. I mean, they just want me to be happy, and you...” He squeezed Rafael’s hand, his smile growing tender. “You make me happier than I’ve ever been.”
Rafael couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. “I can’t tell if you’re flattering me or preparing me for disaster.”
Wyatt chuckled, lifting Rafael’s hand to his lips for a soft kiss. “I promise, babe, it'll be great!" Wyatt said, grinning ear to ear. “Now, finish your pancakes before they get cold. You’re gonna need your strength before I rail the ever-loving fuck out of you!”
***
Rafael and Wyatt pulled into the driveway of Wyatt’s parents’ large suburban home, the car tires crunching over gravel as they parked. A warm glow spilled from the windows, and faint laughter and chatter could already be heard from inside. The house was decorated with twinkling Hanukkah lights, a festive menorah proudly displayed in the front window. Rafael took a deep breath, trying to steady the butterflies in his stomach.
“You ready?” Wyatt asked, turning to Rafael with a grin that didn’t quite mask his own nerves.
“As I’ll ever be,” Rafael replied, though his smile softened when Wyatt reached over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
Inside the house, the sounds of laughter and the smell of freshly cooked latkes greeted them as Wyatt opened the door. His mom was the first to appear, her face lighting up as she rushed toward them.
“Wyatt!” she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug before turning her gaze to Rafael. “And you must be Rafael!”
Rafael nodded, offering his hand, but Wyatt’s mom waved it away, pulling him into a warm hug instead. “It’s so nice to finally meet you! We’ve heard so much about you.”
“Good things, I hope,” Rafael said, chuckling nervously.
“All good things,” she assured him with a wink.
Wyatt’s dad appeared next, a tall man with an easy smile and the same twinkle in his eye as Wyatt. He shook Rafael’s hand firmly. “Welcome, Rafael. We’re glad you could join us this week.”
As they moved further into the house, Rafael was introduced to Wyatt’s three brothers. His youngest brother, Ethan, an energetic and sarcastic 18-year-old, greeted Rafael with a smirk.
“So, you’re the guy who’s got Wyatt all googly-eyed lately,” Ethan said, folding his arms.
“Ethan!” their mom scolded, but Rafael laughed, quickly getting the sense that Ethan enjoyed stirring the pot.
“Well not as googly as he makes my eyes, I think,” Rafael said with a grin.
Next was Caleb, Wyatt’s 21-year-old brother, who had the easygoing demeanor of someone who was just starting to find his way in the world. “Hey, man. Good to meet you,” Caleb said, offering a fist bump. “Wyatt’s told us a lot about you. You seem pretty cool.”
Finally, there was Adam, Wyatt’s 28-year-old older brother, who stood with his wife, Jenna, and their two kids—six-year-old Sophie and four-year-old Max, both of whom were running around with boundless energy.
“Rafael, this is Adam,” Wyatt said, gesturing to his brother.
Adam shook Rafael’s hand firmly. “Welcome to the family, man. Wyatt speaks highly of you, which is rare because he mostly just complains about people from work,” Adam joked, earning a playful punch on the shoulder from Wyatt.
Jenna greeted Rafael warmly as well. “It’s great to meet you,” she said. “And don’t mind the chaos. The kids have been bouncing off the walls since they heard there’d be a new face around.”
Rafael crouched down to Sophie and Max’s level. “You must be Sophie and Max,” he said with a smile.
Max looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you Uncle Wyatt’s best friend?” he asked, a mortified look appearing on Jenna's face.
Rafael couldn’t help but laugh, though he could feel his cheeks heating up. “I sure hope so,” he replied, sneaking a glance at Wyatt, who grinned and gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up behind the kids, while struggling not to laugh.
Sophie tilted her head. “My daddy says you’re Uncle Wyatt's boyfriend. Does that mean you’re his favorite?”
Rafael chuckled. “I hope so.”
Max, ever the curious one, chimed in again. "Does that mean you share a bed like my mommy and daddy do?" he asked, his little voice both innocent and inquisitive. Rafael’s face turned a deep shade of crimson, his brain scrambling for a response.
"And if you wanna have a baby, where does it come out?" Sophie added. Wyatt was doubled over in silent laughter at this point, clutching his stomach, while Rafael stared at him with wide, pleading eyes.
“Sophie! Max!” Jenna gasped. Her face turned as red as Rafael’s. “Okay, how about we give Uncle Wyatt and Rafael some space and go play downstairs?” she said, her voice calm but carrying a distinct undercurrent of please stop talking right now.
“Oh, you’re finished,” Jenna said firmly, though her voice remained calm.
As the sound of little feet pounding down the stairs faded, Rafael let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that was... thorough.”
As soon as Jenna disappeared, Wyatt finally lost it, his laughter echoing in the room. “Oh my God,” he gasped, wiping tears from his eyes. “They’re savages. Where does it come out? I can’t.”
Rafael shot him a mock glare. “Yeah, laugh it up, stud. This is gonna be a long week if that’s the warm-up act.”
Wyatt was still laughing, wiping tears from his eyes. “Are you kidding? That was gold. Don't worry Raf, if you can survive them, I think this week going to be a breeze.”
Rafael rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “You’re lucky I like you,” he said, teasing but affectionate.
***
Wyatt led the way down the hallway and up the stairs, past family photos and a few faded posters from his teenage years. Finally, he stopped in front of a door with a small sign that read Wyatt’s Room in bold, blocky letters—a relic of childhood that made Rafael smirk.
Wyatt pushed the door open, revealing a cozy, modestly decorated bedroom that looked like it had been frozen in time. Posters of classic rock bands adorned the walls, along with a corkboard full of pinned photos, ticket stubs, and notes that Rafael guessed were at least a decade old. A small double bed sat in the corner, neatly made with a simple blue comforter and a couple of pillows stacked at the head. It wasn’t large, but Rafael could tell it would just barely fit the two of them—if they didn’t mind being close.
“Well, here we are,” Wyatt said, stepping aside to let Rafael take it all in.
Rafael scanned the room, his eyes lingering on the shelves packed with books and the model car collection lined up neatly along one wall. “This is cute,” he said, a small smile playing on his lips. “Very you.”
Wyatt grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, it hasn’t changed much since I left for college. My mom’s been threatening to turn it into a craft room for years, but I guess she’s sentimental.”
Rafael chuckled, walking inside and looking around. “It’s cute. Feels very... Wyatt.” He picked up a framed photo from the dresser, squinting at a younger version of Wyatt holding up a science fair trophy with a toothy grin, braces shining, hair awkwardly-styled. He gave it to Wyatt, who held it up proudly.
“This beauty? Middle school me. Peak glow-up potential.”
Rafael laughed, taking the photo and studying it. “You’re adorable. And somehow, you still look exactly the same, and just as awkward when you grin.”
“Hey!” Wyatt protested, playfully swatting at him.
Rafael smirked, sitting on the edge of the bed and testing the mattress with his hands. “Speaking of awkward... is this bed going to hold the two of us without someone ending up on the floor?”
Wyatt sat down beside him, the mattress dipping under their combined weight. “It’s a little snug, sure,” he admitted, nudging Rafael playfully with his shoulder. “But hey, more reason to cuddle, right?”
“Fair point,” Rafael said, leaning back on his hands. “Though if I wake up halfway through the night hanging off the edge, I reserve the right to steal the blankets as revenge.”
“Fine,” Wyatt replied, laughing. He reached out to tug Rafael closer. “But for the record, you know full well that I’m a world-class blanket hog, so good luck with that.”
Rafael grinned, their faces inches apart now. “Is that a challenge?”
“Always,” Wyatt murmured, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling away. “But you better be nice to me. I’m giving you the premium Wyatt childhood experience—tiny bed and all.”
Rafael rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide his smile. “How generous of you,” he teased. “Now, do I also get a tour of your childhood trophies and embarrassing high school stories, or is that reserved for the VIP package?”
“Careful what you wish for,” Wyatt said, standing up and heading toward the small bookshelf near the desk. “Because I’ve got plenty of cringey material to work with. Yearbooks, participation ribbons, the works.”
"Hmm," Rafael said, smirking. "After that drive, I think I wanna start with the tiny bed..."
Wyatt grinned, locking the door. "That can be arranged." He pushed Rafael down as he climbed into the bed, making him squeal in surprise. "Now, get comfortable."
Wyatt climbed on top of Rafael, his knees on either side of Rafael’s waist, his eyes dark and mischievous. He started unbuttoning Rafael’s shirt with a wicked smirk.
"Take off your pants," Wyatt commanded, pushing Rafael's shirt open and tracing his fingers up and down Rafael's torso. Rafael didn't need to be told twice; he hurriedly got rid of his pants, tossing them aside, his cock already stiffening with excitement. "Mmm," Wyatt said. "Much better." He ran his hands all over Rafael, enjoying the feeling of skin beneath his fingers. "What do you want, Raf? Tell me."
Rafael groaned at Wyatt’s touch. “You know what I want,” he said.
“Tell me,” Wyatt repeated, his hand wrapping around Rafael’s cock and giving it a few slow strokes.
Rafael moaned, his head tipping back. “Fuck me, please,” he breathed. “Please, Wyatt.” Wyatt stroked Rafael's cock a few more times before stopping completely. Rafael's eyes widened in protest.
"I'm not fucking you yet," Wyatt teased, waggling his eyebrows. "Not until you beg a little more."
Rafael's cock twitched at the denial, and he whimpered, lifting his hips hopefully. “Wyatt,” he moaned. “Please fuck me now, baby.”
"Are you sure? Doesn't really sound like you want it," Wyatt said, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned down to give Rafael a slow, teasing kiss, then pulled away, making Rafael chase him for more. "I gotta be sure WANT it, babe." He smirked at Rafael's protests.
Rafael's face reddened with lust and frustration. “Wyatt, fuck me,” he groaned. “Stop teasing me already. I need it. Please.” His legs spread, knees falling open, presenting his ass up like the good little bottom he was.
Wyatt's smirk widened at Rafael's compliance. He ran his fingers over Rafael's hole, then leaned down to blow a cool stream of air over it, making Rafael shudder. “Good boy,” he praised. “Tell me again.”
Rafael let out an involuntary whimper, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Please fucking fuck me already,” he growled. “Gimme that big cock, baby. I want it. I need you inside me. Wyatt, please fuck me!” He looked up at Wyatt pleadingly. “Please!” he begged. “I need you to fuck me so badly.” His fingers dug into the sheets.
"Better," Wyatt said with a satisfied smirk. He climbed off the bed, leaving Rafael squirming impatiently on the mattress. Wyatt pulled his pants all the way off, and climbed back on.
"Put it innnnnnnnnnn!" Rafael whined.
“Okay, okay,” Wyatt said with a chuckle. He spat on Rafael's hole a few times, then lined his cock up and pushed in with a slow thrust.
Rafael's eyes rolled back in his head, his body jerking with pleasure. “Fuck!” he cried.
Wyatt set a slow pace, rocking his hips back and forth until Rafael was moaning in ecstasy. “More,” Rafael gasped. “Need you to fuck me harder, baby.” His legs wrapped around Wyatt's waist, heels digging into his lower back. “Harder, harder, harder.”
"Your wish is my command," Wyatt said, picking up the pace until he was fucking Rafael hard enough to make him slam into the headboard. "You take that dick like a good little slut," he teased, looking down at Rafael with a possessive smirk.
Rafael arched his back and groaned, his cock hardening even more. “Oh God,” he panted. “I'm such a slut for you. I love your fucking cock.”
Wyatt slid a hand under Rafael's back to support him, leaning down for another long, deep kiss. “You're so hot when you're begging me for cock,” he murmured between kisses. He gripped Rafael's jaw and forced his head back, claiming his mouth in another long kiss.
Rafael whimpered, his legs squeezing around Wyatt as he gave in to the kiss. “Oh fuck, Wyatt,” he moaned as they broke apart for air. “Feels so good. Don't stop. Fuck me!” He reached down to stroke his cock, but Wyatt slapped his hand away.
"No," Wyatt growled. "Don't touch your cock until I say you can. You're not gonna cum without my permission, you got it?"
"Uh-huh," Rafael agreed, his face flushed and needy. "Whatever you want, baby."
Wyatt smirked, running his hands over Rafael’s body again. “Such a good little slut,” he praised, thrusting in hard again. “God, your ass is so fucking tight. Such a hot little slut. You love it when I fuck you like this, don’t you?” His eyes sparkled with excitement.
Rafael gasped for breath, his eyes fluttering shut at the praise. “I love it so much, Wyatt. It feels so good,” he moaned.
“Your ass is mine,” Wyatt growled, leaning down to nip at Rafael's neck. He pushed back up and began to fuck Rafael in earnest, picking up the pace.
Rafael's body shook with each thrust, his breathing shallow. “Oh God, it feels so good,” he whined, his legs tightening around Wyatt. “Don’t stop, Wyatt. Oh God!” His head tipped back against the headboard. He loved getting used like this.
Wyatt slapped Rafael, and his cock stiffened and throbbed even more in response. "Keep it down, slut," Wyatt growled. "Stay quiet, or everyone else is gonna hear you."
Rafael nodded, biting his lip to muffle the sounds escaping his throat. Wyatt gave him a soft smile of encouragement before he set back to fucking Rafael's tight hole.
"Fuck yeah," Wyatt moaned, leaning over Rafael. "You love it when I fuck your little ass, don't you? God, your ass is so hot and tight. I love fucking your tight little ass." He grabbed Rafael's jaw again and kissed him, his cock bottoming out inside Rafael's body.
Rafael whined into the kiss, his fingers fisting in Wyatt’s hair as his body began to shake with pleasure. His head rolled back and forth, his entire body shaking with pleasure. He clutched at the sheets, desperate to get a hand to his cock so he could finish, but he couldn't reach. “Can I touch my cock?” he panted.
“Maybe after I come,” Wyatt teased. He slid a hand between them and gave Rafael’s cock a few long strokes. Rafael groaned, bucking his hips up desperately. “I can’t wait much longer,” he pleaded.
“Then beg,” Wyatt said, slowing his strokes to a maddening pace.
Rafael squirmed, his fingers digging into the mattress. “Please let me cum,” he panted, his voice desperate. “I’m so close, baby. Please!”
“More,” Wyatt commanded, his hand speeding up again.
Rafael gasped, his body jerking under the sensations. “Please can I cum? Please, Wyatt?” he moaned. He gasped in ecstasy, his body shaking beneath Wyatt. “Oh god oh god oh god! Please let me cum!”
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Wyatt grunted. “Alright, you can cum, slut.” He thrust in a few more times, groaning at the tight heat surrounding his cock. "Fuck yeah, cum for me," he growled, stroking Rafael's cock roughly. “Shoot your fucking load, babe. Cum for me.”
Rafael cried out, his back arching as he came hard and pushing him deeper onto Wyatt's cock, spilling hot ropes of cum over his stomach and chest. “Fuck,” he cried, clenching around Wyatt's cock as his entire body trembled with pleasure. Wyatt moaned, feeling Rafael's ass squeeze around his cock. Rafael moaned loudly, his legs shaking around Wyatt's waist as he came hard, his body trembling as he shot ropes of white all over his own chest. Rafael’s mouth dropped open as his body convulsed with pleasure, hot jets of sperm spurting from his cock and splashing his stomach. "arrrrgghhhh," he growled, bucking hard against Wyatt. "Fuck yeah!"
"Fucking slut," Wyatt growled. "Cumming like that for me." He picked up the pace, fucking into Rafael's spit-slick hole a few more times as he chased his own orgasm. “Fuck, that feels so hot,” he grunted. He groaned again, his face inches from Rafael's ear. “Fuck yeah, gonna fill your ass up, slut. Gonna shoot all inside your tight little hole. Cum for me.” His pace sped up and he thrust in hard a few more times until he groaned and came deep inside Rafael’s ass. He let out a loud moan as he thrust a few more times, emptying himself in Rafael’s ass. Wyatt moaned his name, his hips stuttering as his cock pulsed deep inside Rafael, filling him up with jizz. "Fuck yeaaaaaaah Raf! I'm cumming!"
Rafael gasped in delight as Wyatt came deep in his ass. He whined loudly at the feeling of Wyatt's thick ropes of cum filling up his insides. Rafael writhed beneath him as he felt the warmth fill his hole. “Oh god,” he gasped, clenching and shaking around Wyatt’s cock. “Fill me up, dude,” he pleaded. “Give me your cum, fill me up with it.” He moaned loudly as his ass clenched around Wyatt’s cock, milking out every last drop of cum.
They fell back against the pillows, panting and sweaty, cum dripping from their bodies. Wyatt rolled over, letting Rafael pull him into his arms.
Rafael buried his nose in Wyatt's hair, breathing deeply. “That was incredible,” he murmured.
Wyatt smiled, snuggling closer to Rafael. “I know.” He kissed Rafael’s cheek. "I've always wanted to fuck my boyfriend senseless in this bed!"
"You've only had a boyfriend for a few months," Rafael laughed.
"And that's exactly how long I've wanted to fuck him in here!" Wyatt chuckled.
