> Hot Blooded
>  by Some Leech
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> Check It And See...
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Running through the hallways of the school, Anon narrowly avoided his fellow students as he rushed off to the central office. He wasn’t one to miss class, make a scene, or stick his neck out for anyone, but desperate times called for desperate actions. Considering somebody had vandalized the locker room, and Aria had just been called to speak to Principal Celestia, he knew had to intervene.

He burst into Celestia’s office without the slightest bit of hesitation, having darted past the secretary, and heaved air into his chest. Sure enough, his suspicions about what was happening were confirmed in an instant - well, maybe not confirmed entirely, but it didn’t look good. Aria was seated in a chair with her arms folded while Celestia was standing beside a cop - a fucking cop.

The mismatched trio looked at him with a mixture of confusion and surprise - not that he could blame them. He wasn’t a troublemaker, nor did he have any desire to get himself in trouble, although that could and very well may change. While he didn’t have the slightest idea of who had defaced school property, he knew good and darn well that it wasn’t Aria.

“She - Cough - she didn’t do it!” he wheezed.

Celestia peaked a brow over at him. “Exactly how can you prove that…?”

Walking over and digging a hand into his pocket, Anon pulled out his phone. “Here ~ see?”

He pulled up a series of texts between himself and Aria, turned the phone around, and held it out for both Celestia and the police officer to see. The Principal leaned forward and squinted down at the screen as he held his breath and said a mute prayer - unfortunately, she quickly straightened back up and shook her head. It wouldn’t be hard for someone to message somebody while they were doing a crime, but wasn’t about to throw in the towel.

“She was with me all day,” he groaned, continuing to display the messages he’d exchanged with Aria.

“I hardly see why any of this is your - wait,” Celestia muttered, grabbing his wrist and plucking the phone from his grasp.

Remaining where he stood and seeing Celestia’s eyes widen in shock, he felt his mouth go dry. Between the adrenaline and his single-minded attempt to clear Aria’s name, he completely forgot that there had been some media exchanged in the messages. As both the Principal’s and policeman’s cheeks darkened, his anxiety spiked.

He and Aria had been together all weekend, although a great amount of their time had been spent doing less than romantic activities. His big-dicked girlfriend, since he refused to think of her as a guy, had turned him inside out multiple times over Saturday and Sunday - to the point where he was a bit stunned that he wasn’t walking with a limp. Glancing over to her, he stiffened when he saw a smug grin creeping across her face.

“W…well?” he croaked.

“What exactly does this pornography prove?” Celestia pressed.

Hanging his head, he sighed. “Just look at the timestamps…”

Though he couldn’t remember exactly what depraved material Aria had photographed or recorded, he knew it was extremely lewd. Ordinary couples took selfies eating dinner, going out on dates, or simply enjoying their time with one another - however he and Aria’s relationship was far from typical. Instead of taking long walks or going to the movies, they were more likely to be fucking like rabid animals whenever the mood struck them - and the mood often struck them.

Offering his phone back to him, Celestia pinched the bridge of her nose. “Just get out, both of you…”

Not having to be told twice, Anon turned and marched out. Great - just fucking wonderful. He’d managed to prevent Aria from getting into trouble, but it had come at a heavy cost - sure, he hadn’t been given detention for interrupting what was a very serious matter, but his pride as a guy had taken a substantial hit.

He only slowed once he’d exited the office and entered the corridor. The hallway was vacant and quiet, with most of the students already in their assigned classes, so he took a moment to collect himself before heading off. On the bright side, if nothing else, he’d done what he set out to do - that said, he was less than pleased with how everything had gone down.

“Hey,” a familiar voice grunted from behind him.

Glancing back, Anon was grabbed by his shoulders and slammed against the wall. His fear, already heightened by having unintentionally shown Celestia and the cop a few pictures that were supposed to remain private, bled away as a strong, powerful tongue was driven past his lips and into his mouth. The downright violent kiss only lasted for a fleeting second, just long enough to calm his frazzled nerves, before it was broken.

“So ~” Aria began, licking her lips as she backed away, “did they see the one of me giving you a facial or that really nice one of your gaped, bred ass?”

Anon knit his brow and glared at her. “That’s not funny…”

“It’s not,” she coolly affirmed, “but it is pretty hot.”

Seconds from telling her that he, unlike herself, had some modesty, he watched her saunter away without a care in the world. Aria was and likely always had been a flippant beast, having no shame whatsoever and being only slightly sadistic, but he loved her all the same - even if she was just an effeminate, excruciatingly well-hung dude. He debated on following her to give her a piece of his mind, but he paused when she reached an intersection and looked back at him.

Meeting his eyes, her expression softened. “By the way, thanks…”

He hadn’t helped her to curry favor with her, simply doing the right thing, but hearing and seeing her gratitude was definitely a silver lining. “Don’t mention it…”

“Come over later - like around eight or so,” she remarked as she waved and strutted away.

“I…alright,” he mumbled.

Left to his own devices, he wandered off to attend the algebra class that he was already late for. Darned if he could say why she’d wanted him to pay her a visit on a weeknight, but he was absolutely certain that she’d have something in store for him - maybe not a traditional thanks or anything overly sentimental, but he’d bet his bottom dollar that there was a good reason why she’d give the invitation. After seeing himself into his class, excusing himself, and taking his seat, his mind began to wander. 

He wasn’t worried about what Aria was going to do with him or to him, adoring every second of time with her, but he was growing increasingly concerned for his own physical and psychological well-being with her. The longer he was with her, the clearer it became that she was far from a girl - on top of that, he’d found himself fantasizing about chicks less and less as time went on. Instead of daydreaming about busty women, fat asses, and juicy pussies, his carnal urges were shifting gradually to something altogether more invasive.

Musing on Aria’s most devastating asset, he fidgeted in his seat as his pucker hungrily seized upon itself. Months prior, before his first fateful fling with her, he never would have guessed he’d take anything in his ass for fun, yet she’d shown him the error of his ignorant ways. She was an utterly ruthless top, fucking him in positions he didn’t think were possible, and he’d grown to adore being her living, breathing cock-sleeve.

“Anon,” the professor barked, snapping him from his lecherous musings, “are you alright?”

Anon stiffened as he noticed the students filing out. He hadn’t even heard the bell ring, and he wasn’t sure if they’d been assigned any homework for the night. Smiling sheepishly, he stuffed his book into his bag, got up, and dismissively waved at the teacher. This wasn’t good at all - not only had his libido gotten the better of him again, something that had been happening more and more frequently, but he had two more classes to go through before the day was through.

The good news was that he was able to finish up with school without incident - the bad news was that he was a mess by the time he hopped on his bike and rode home. Visions of Aria’s monstrous endowment haunted him, filling him with a mighty need to be filled. Pulling up to his house and seeing that his parents were both out, he rushed upstairs, slammed his door shut, and did the only thing he could think to do before he went over to Aria’s place - he got himself ready.

Was it foolish to prepare for something that may or may not happen? Admittedly yes. Did he care about washing up, thoroughly cleaning himself, and riding one of the live-cast dildos of Aria’s junk? Lord no. Buck naked and fresh out of the shower, he squatted down on his lubed up toy and wantonly fucked himself with reckless abandon.

“F…fuck,” he groaned, hammering his ass on the immaculately sculpted length of silicone.

The dildo was a perfect recreation of Aria’s dick, but it paled in comparison to the real thing. Hearing her, feeling her warmth, smelling her, tasting her sweat - nothing could beat the genuine article. He closed his eyes and recalled his last fling with her, one that had seen him folded like a pretzel while she held his feet to either side of his head, while he pushed himself to the brink.

Seconds from cumming, leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet, he came to a shuddering halt. If he knew her at all, she was probably going to reward his chivalry by railing him into a coma - even if he was wrong, it wouldn’t take much effort to get her worked up. A few compliments, a bit of teasing, and some tactical groping would virtually guarantee him leaving her apartment with a steaming load of cum pumped into him from one end or the other - maybe both if he was lucky.

It was only with a supreme exertion of self-control that he was able to stop screwing himself and halfheartedly chipping away at his schoolwork. He didn’t particularly want to solve math problems or study for upcoming tests, yet those were the only things he could do to kill the almost four hours until he headed out - sadly, his excitement eventually got the better of him. By the time the clock hit seven, he couldn’t bring himself to sit around any longer.

His ride to Aria’s apartment took a little longer than he expected, mostly because he stopped at a gas station to pick her up one of her favorite energy drinks, although he made it to her flat ahead of schedule. With his bike parked and locked up, he scampered up the stairs of her building, rounded a corner, and nearly ran into someone - a very specific someone. As he looked over at an unmistakable face, his heart skipped a beat.

“Woah there, tiger,” Sonata giggled. “What’s the rush?”

“I - uh - n…no rush,” he stammered. “I was just -”

“Going to see your boyfriend?” she tittered, cutting him off.

Lifting his finger, fully prepared to protest, he pursed his lips and kept his mouth shut. Sonata was one of Aria’s closest and oldest friends, so he’d have to be careful speaking with her - if she really was a her. The Dazzlings, the titular trio comprised of Adagio, Aria, and Sonata were practically idols and well on their way to stardom, though Aria was the only one who he knew was packing heat - probably because she didn’t care about swinging her dick around.

He reluctantly nodded and rubbed the back of his neck as she stepped closer. “Yeah…”

“Well he’s been expecting you,” she noted. Hitching a thumb over her shoulder, she motioned to a nearby door. “I was just leaving myself.”

“Just paying a visit?” he asked, squinting over at her.

“Oh god no,” she guffawed, patting him on the shoulder as she strolled past him. “I was just helping her with some prep work - ya know, mostly fluffing and whatnot. Lemme tell ya, it’s hard making a mold of your junk by yourself.”

Hearing her proclamation, his mind went haywire and kicked his sex drive into high gear. Was she making a new toy - if so, would she let him get one at a discount? He took a small step closer to her doorstep and lowered a hand to cover the growing tent in his pants. Regardless of whether or not Sonata was pulling his leg, he wanted to see his boyfriend - er - girlfriend more than ever.

Throwing a hand up and proceeding down the stairs, Sonata smiled back at him. “Hope you two don’t end up getting another noise complaint from the neighbors.”

“We w…won’t,” he sputtered, well-aware of what she was talking about.

There’d been a number of occasions when he and Aria had been interrupted during or shortly after one of their passionate bouts by the apartment manager, an angry neighbor, or a combination of the two. It really, really wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t keep his voice down while getting deep-dicked by a horse-hung femboy - at least that’s what he told himself. As Sonata descended the steps and moved into the parking lot, his eyes drifted to her groin.

He didn’t like eyeing up anyone other than Aria, but the notion that Sonata may be hiding something from him was too compelling to pass up. Dressed in an oversized t-shirt and shorts, a far departure from what she wore while attending classes at school, she inadvertently answered his question. Even at a distance, while she got into her car to depart, he spotted a noticeable bulge in her hot pants.

What the hell?!? If Aria and Sonata were both dudes, did that mean Adagio was also a guy?! Momentarily pondering on if all three of what he’d always assumed to be girls had extra hardware, he shook his head and focused himself. In the end, it didn’t matter what Sonata and Adagio had below the belt, so long as he was able to keep Aria’s massive dong for himself.

He whipped around and gave Aria’s door a sound knock as soon as Sonata was out of sight. Screw it - he was a little early, but he couldn’t help it. With everything that he’d gone through earlier, including unabashedly plowing himself with a massive dildo, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“You forget something?” Aria called out.

Swallowing hard, he shifted his hand to the doorknob. “It’s me, Anon! I was -”

“Should be unlocked,” she shouted.

He threw the door open, took a single step inside, and froze in his tracks. He’d expected to see Aria waiting for him, although he’d been woefully unprepared for the sight which awaited him. Leaning against her couch, glistening in sweat and breathing hard, Aria stood buck naked - well, basically naked.

Black leather bands were wrapped around her biceps, thighs, and she wore a choker, yet her choice of attire wasn’t what drew his eye. Throbbing and streaked with veins, her dick angrily bobbed at her groin. Her tool was impressive under any circumstances, being big enough to put some farm animals to shame, yet the cock ring constricting its base made it appear even more savage than normal.

Turning and leveling her profound bitch-breaker of a dick at him, she wiped her brow. “Sup?”

“Huh?” he grunted, unable to look away from her goods.

Sweet, merciful heavens ~ what had he just walked in on? He was used to being around her when she was in the buff, but this - this was on an entirely different level. She looked like she’d just run a marathon after wolfing down half a bottle of viagra - worse still, the entire apartment reeked of her! Drawing in her musk with every breath he took, he sensed his knees threatening to buckle.

Following his gaze, she lowered her gaze and clutched the base of her diamond-hard shaft. “Oh this? Yeah, Sonata was helping me make a new mold for this bad boy. We’re gonna be making a prototype for a new dong using some fancy-ass material that’s even better than silicone or…”

Her words were lost on him as he longingly peered at her tool. There were all sorts of things he wanted for himself: fame, fortune, a nice house, a car instead of a bike - yet the only thing he yearned for in that moment was to worship her titanic bitch-breaker for all his worth. With a bead of drool creeping from his slack jaw and lube creeping from his quivering backdoor down the cleft of his ass, he started when she waggled her dick at him.

“You wanna suck it ~ don’t ya?” she purred as she languidly angled her length up toward his face.

He gulped and fought the urge to fall to his knees. “Uh…uh-huh…”

“Can you believe I’ve been waiting all day for you to show up?” she inquired. Continuing to lazily jack herself off, causing pre-cum flowing from her swollen cock-head down the underside of her tool, she snickered. “You have no idea how excited you made me this morning. Leaping to my defense and showing off those pictures of your bred ass without a care in the world - that’s just…”

Finding the willpower to tear his attention away from her dick and up to her face, he blinked. “Just…?”

“Just - Mmmph,” she groaned, shivering as she closed the gap between them. Sandwiching her length between him and herself, she ran her hands up his arms. “Now we just have to -”

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip

Quite literally tearing his shirt off, she tossed the tattered garment aside, sank to one knee, and repeated the process with his pants. He would have been upset with her for destroying her clothes, but he was too thrilled to care. As she tugged his underwear down his legs and around his ankles, she leaned in and breathed against his painfully erect manhood.

“Awwww -” she sighed, “looks like the little guy’s happy to see me.” Glancing up at him, she wrapped her arms around his upper thighs. “Do me a solid and don’t freak out.”

He cocked his head as he stared down at her. “Freak out for - Ack!”

Standing and heaving him over her shoulders, she threw him through the air. He landed with a dull thud over the arm of her sofa, leaving his bare ass fully exposed and ripe for the picking. If he’d had the slightest idea of what he was going to be in for when he came over, he wouldn’t have bothered wearing underwear - alas, having had no idea what the expect, he kicked his legs and let his boxers fall to the floor beneath him.

“Damn if that don’t look good enough to eat -” she mused, strutting over and kneading his upturned tush. “In fact…”

His eyes rolled wildly as she bent forward at the waist, prized his buns apart, and feasted on his ass. Now this was a rare treat. She usually wasn’t nice enough to warm him up before blowing his back out, but he wasn’t about to complain about the impromptu rimming. With his feet dangling just above the carpet, he grabbed a cushion and made himself comfortable.

It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to rail him silly, but when - bearing that in mind, he enjoyed serving as her appetizer. The sensation of her pouting lips and powerful tongue dancing around and sinking into his pucker, paired with the way she vehemently groaned into him, was amazing. He wiggled his rump as her fingers crept up to his waist, overjoyed that he would finally get some relief - or so he thought…

Pushing herself up and smacking her lips, she smacked his backside after what couldn’t have been more than a minute or two. “Nice little snack, but I’m ready for the main course.”

Looking back at her, he felt what could only be the bulbous tip of her tool lovingly nudging his hole. He didn’t consider himself a slut, only having given himself to her, yet she’d done everything in her power to make him her personal plaything. Like a bitch in heat, he bit his bottom lip and bucked back against her.

“Ah ah,” she tutted, shying back just enough to spank his rump with her cock. “You know the deal.”

“Please,” he murmured, throwing his arms back and prizing his buns apart.

Her gaze wandered down his back and to his winking, needy pucker. “That’s cute, but it ain’t gonna cut it - not this time…”

At a loss for words, he suppressed a whimper. “What then?”

She stepped forward and sank her dick between his parted legs. “Ya know, there’s been something that’s been bothering me for a while. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s adorable that you keep thinking of me as your girlfriend,” she whispered as she draped herself over his back, “but you need to face the music.”

With her head rested over his shoulder, he looked over at her. “W…what do you mean?”

“I mean I ain’t your girlfriend,” she cooed, bucking her hips and grinding her length against his comparatively diminutive prick. “From now on, if you want me to keep coring you like an apple, you’re gonna call me what I really am.”

A heady cocktail of fear and exhilaration coursed through him. “My b…boy friend?”

“Bingo,” she clucked. Standing tall and looming over him, she tightened her grip on his hips. “So let’s try that one more time…”

Looking into her - no, his eyes, Anon uneasily smirked. “I want my b…b…” he trailed off, struggling to actually say the word.

Prodding his hole, Aria wolfishly smiled down at him. “Go on…”

“I want my b…boyfriend to fuck me with his - Oh my GOD,” Anon groaned as the gargantuan cock-head was forced into him.

The intrusion was breathtaking and sent bolts of pleasure surging through him. Stars danced in front of his eyes, his voice hitched in his throat, and his dick twitched and shot a gout of pre-cum onto the side of the sofa as inch after incredible inch of cock was driven into him. They’d had sex more times than he dared to count, yet the intensity of having so massive sinking into him had never lost its magic.

Aria slowed after half his length was submerged and flexed his groin. “And throw that stupid pillow aside. I want you to get loud for me.”

Throwing the pillow against the far wall, Anon howled when Aria hilted him with a single, savage thrust. He hadn’t so much as thought about getting some actual pussy in months, and he wouldn’t be surprised if he lost interest entirely in getting his dick wet with a girl - a real girl. He waded through his bliss to peer back and watch her start to plow him, awestruck that he’d only now started to embrace the truth.

Boyfriend - Aria was his boyfriend. He felt foolish for trying to convince himself that his lover was anything other than a guy, but it didn’t matter at this point. Beset by a rapturous haze, barely able to form a coherent thought, he grinned and clenched down around Aria’s pistoning shaft. They may have both been dudes, but that was far from a bad thing.

Angling his thrusts downward, Aria hammered away at his p-spot and drove him toward his limit. One definite benefit from getting intimate with a guy was that they both knew what felt good for one another. A chick could get feedback from a man, learning about the most sensitive parts of male anatomy, although that wasn’t the same as having firsthand knowledge of the subject. As his bitch-button was pulverized, the octave of his wailing raised an octave.

“Yeah - Nnnph - arch your back for me, slut,” Aria grunted while picking up his pace.

Anon tried to match him, milking his stud’s cock as best he could, but it was no use. While he wasn’t a girl, he could definitely sympathize with how chicks would act in the bedroom. Steadily losing control of himself, feeling like his limbs weighed a ton, he lost control and was flung past the brink.

Gouts of jizz shot from his flailing dick, painting the couch’s side and the floor beneath him in his essence, although Aria didn’t slow - if anything, he became even more frenzied. Whimpering to himself, smearing saliva over his cheek, he went limp and accepted his role. It may have been a bit humiliating to get fucked by anyone, but the degradation of acting as someone’s flesh-light was far outweighed by the unimaginable pleasure it afforded.

Aria was a machine, plowing him without the slightest shred of restraint or remorse for what felt like a small eternity before his motions grew frenzied. The breakneck rhythm of his pounding hips, his heaving breaths, and the way his length throbbed meant only one thing - he was getting darn close. Summoning every bit of strength he had, Anon tightly gripped his lover’s length.

Sure enough, Aria roared and hilted him. The sweltering influx of seed flooding into Anon was phenomenal, as amazing as it had been every time before, and it gave him one final climax of his own. While his pitiful mewling mingling with the svelte stud’s furious grunts, cum seeped from his battered, quivering hole.

“H…hot damn,” Aria panted, kissing his neck. “I really needed that, babe.”

“I - guh…” Anon rasped.

He couldn’t move a muscle, his heart was pounding like crazy, and the only thing on his brain was the prolific amount of spunk that was still gradually flowing into his depths. As he slowly recovered, wheezing and trying to collect himself, he sensed Aria stir. He wouldn’t have been shocked if his boyfriend was going to pull out and go get something to drink, but that’s not exactly what happened.

Though Aria did unsheath himself, he didn’t go far. Stepping around to the side of the sofa, he presented his slick, rigid length to Anon’s sweat-streaked face. Now that they’d both had a bit of fun, it was time for a small remission - if only one long enough for them both to catch their breath.

Anon falteringly shifted to one side and extended his tongue, knowing what was expected of him. Whether he viewed Aria as a guy or a girl was of little consequence - in either case, the gorgeous stud had a magnificent dick in dire need of cleaning. Licking cum and lube from the girthy member, he tilted his head to look up at his lover.

“Have fun, faggot?” Aria hummed.

Despite himself, Anon sensed his dick twitch at the word. Had it really come to this? Was he really gay - like, actually gay? Wrapping his lips around the bloated cock-head, he bit back a smile. He was almost positive that Aria hadn’t meant the question to be offensive, especially given the context of the situation, yet the derogatory implications of the question were electrifying all the same.

Smearing his cock over Anon’s face, Aria chuckled. “No more of this girlfriend stuff ~ right?”

Anon shook his head as he withdrew. “No…”

“It’s simple,” Aria growled, grabbing his hair and plunging his dick into Anon’s mouth. “I’m the top, you’re the bottom. We’re a happy, gay couple.”

“Mmmph-hmmph,” Anon gagged as the back of his throat was battered.

Maybe being gay wouldn’t be that bad after all - like, not as bad as his preconceptions had made it out to be. Realistically speaking, nothing would really change with him or Aria; they’d still go to classes, fool around if and when they could, and enjoy one another’s company. He wasn’t about to start attending pride parades or farting glitter, but that didn’t change the fact that he genuinely loved having his insides rearranged.

Pulling back and giving the nearly fist-sized cock-head a little kiss, Anon giggled. “So what now, boyfriend?”

Aria beamed, released his hair, and stepped back behind him. Grabbing one of his legs, he smoothly flipped him onto his back. Anon gasped as he was turned over, amazed they were going to go another round so quickly after the first. Now effectively balanced on his shoulders, with his ass hanging off the arm of the sofa, he gazed up in open wonder at Aria’s beautiful face.

“Now I’m gonna breed that slutty gay ass and ruin you for any other guy,” Aria groaned as he effortlessly slid into him.

While he’d be the first to admit that railed doggy style was fantastic, missionary was Anon’s absolute favorite. Not only was he able to watch Aria screwing him, but the position was perfect for getting his p-spot utterly demolished. Snapping his legs around his lover’s back, he bucked up to meet the stud’s thrusts. 

And just like that, they were going at one another like a pair of crazed, horny animals. Aria did most of the work, going so far as to lift Anon’s ankles onto his shoulders, yet Anon didn’t allow himself to just lay there and take it. Though he was on the receiving end, the newly-realized faggot, as Aria had called him, milked his top’s length with all his might.

Lowering his gaze, he spotted a prominent bulge appearing and disappearing in his abdomen. It was startling to think he could accommodate something so absurdly large in his ass, yet the sight further cemented what he’d finally accepted as a fact. His heterosexuality, much like his anal virginity, wasn’t just gone - it had been obliterated.

“Fuck,” he moaned, wholly ignoring his flopping, softening prick.

Lowering one hand to squeeze the imprint of his dick, Aria groaned. “You like that, baby?”

“So much,” Anon brayed. “Don’t stop fucking me, you stud!”

“Not like I would have, but it’s nice to hear you ask for it,” Aria laughed.

The smell of sex filled the air, the drumbeat of Aria’s balls smacking against his tush crafted an impassioned drumbeat, and his imagination ran wild. To heck with it - he might as well accept his role as a bottom bitch and move along with his life. Flying in the face of all reason, even though he wasn’t even hard, he sensed another climax coming on.

Like many times before and many times he hoped would come, he couldn’t outlast his lover. Crying out like a lucky girl on prom night, he squirmed and painted his bulging belly with spunk. He was a guy just like Aria, but they weren’t in the same league when it came to their sexual prowess - heck, they weren’t even playing the same game!

This - this was heaven, and he was done fighting it. As far as he was concerned, he could live the rest of his life without ever laying a finger on a chick - heck, he wouldn’t even try to! Having a big-dicked, unimaginably perfect boyfriend all to himself, there wasn’t a thing in the world he needed. Through sheer determination alone, acting on instinct, he tightened his legs around Aria’s back.

He couldn’t say how long Aria ended up lasting, but he came another four times before things came to their inevitable end. With all the cum literally fucked out of him, excluding what had to be a pint of the stuff sloshing around in his ass, he was pinned to the mattress when Aria shot forward and locked lips with him. Of all the ways things could have concluded, being deeply kissed while getting bred had to be the best way to cap things off.

Save for the occasional twitch and their lashing tongues, their bodies fell still. Anon couldn’t speak for Aria, but he’d always been a sucker for shows of affection - especially when they came during the finale of an exquisitely intense rutting session. As they parted and met each other’s eyes, sharing the tender moment, they ignored a pounding at the door.

“Fuck ‘em,” Aria muttered.

“No,” Anon breathed, lifting a quivering hand to caress his face, “fuck me…”

As he leaned in and gave his lover another kiss, picking where they’d left off, his imagination sailed to the future. It wouldn’t be long until they were both graduating, entering the next chapter of their lives, and he desperately hoped that their relationship wouldn’t end after they’d gotten their diplomas. If Aria wanted to make it big and go on tour, he’d be there - should Aria want to go off to college and pursue a degree, he’d do everything in his power to attend the same university. No matter what happened, where they went, or what sort of mischief they got into, he knew they’d be happy together…