Soapy Land
Thread Topic: Soapy Land
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Rayson moved over him, being careful to keep his weight off the boy, and on his hands, which where on either side of him. After a moment, he lifted his legs, placing them on his shoulders. "Relax, alright?" He wouldn't bother to prepare the boy, because he didn't want to get up to get the olive oil that he kept in the bathroom.
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Arcelio nodded, putting his arms out beside him and gripping the comforter. He wasn't sure how well it would go, being as he wasn't prepared for it at all, but Rayson obviously knew more about this than he did.
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The assassin positioned himself, and pushed the tip in. He paused, moving his hands to his lover's thighs, waiting for a moment so that he could decide if he wanted to take it slow, or do it all at once. He decided on the latter, and pushed the rest in, all the way to the hilt, panting with the fact that Arcelio's hole was still extremely tight, and because he hadn't used any form of lube, there was so much resistance.
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Arcelio gasped at the pain that resulted, his fists holding tight to the comforter. "f---, R-Rayson," he complained, through the pleasure he also got from the action.
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"Mmm.." He couldn't hid the moan that escaped his lips as he watched the conflicted look on the boy's face. He knew how it felt, being overwhelmed by both the pain and pleasure. "Just tell me when you're ready."
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"I am," Arcelio insisted. He was thinking of it like jumping into a chilled pool; if you just jumped right in, it wouldn't bother you in a moment and you'd be able to enjoy the swimming.
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Rayson sighed, kissing the thigh that leaned against his shoulder. "If you say so." He pulled just a few inches out, and rocked back into him, slowly. The assassin repeated the action a few more times, before leaving just the tip in, and then slamming back in. During this, his eyes never once left the man's face.
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Arcelio had closed his eyes after a few seconds, squinting them shut. His knuckles were white from holding on so tightly. Once Rayson moved into him with one fast movement, Arcelio's expression softened into a more pleasurable look and he moaned out his feeling.
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Pleased with his reaction, Rayson picked up a steady pace, keeping in time with the moans that fell from his mouth, and the colorful string of cuss words he muttered.
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Arcelio was soon completely ignorant of the pain, engulfed in the pleasure of his prostate being hit. "Rayson!" He yelled, repeating himself between moans.
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Arcelio cried out with every inward push, releasing his hands from the comforter and moving them to grasp at the pillow under his head. From his parted lips left curses between yells of his lover's name, as beads of sweat began to form on his reddened face.
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Arcelio's screams became practically unintelligible combinations of words and sounds. "Fu-- Ah, ah!" He opened his eyes, though they were still half-lidded, looking up at Rayson's glorious body that only looked better with every thrust into him.
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With the random weakening of Rayson's movements, Arcelio began to roll his hips into him. He moaned Rayson's name loudly, closing his eyes again and tilting his chin up.
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Arcelio turned his head to the side, weakly gracing his lips to kiss Rayson's head through his hair.
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"Mm.." Arcelio continued to move his hips rythmically, but placed both of his hands on Rayson's back, over his shoulder blades.
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