He chokes out a whimper, taking in a deep breath as his hips rotate, trying to get used to the intrusion. It's been a long time, months, maybe, but Kendall knows that it'll feel good again, it always does. He bites his lip, moving the vibrator deep inside himself, jaw falling slack once he flicks his thumb over a switch and the vibrations inside him triple in speed, his hips half bucking off the bed.
Kendall gasps as he moves the toy within himself, pressing it firmly against his prostate. The vibrations run through his whole body, causing him to shudder in pleasure. He runs his thumb over the switch again, groaning in displeasure as he realizes he has the vibrator's settings up as far as it will go.
He allows his head to roll back on the sheets, neck bared as he moves the toy faster, breathing out in low gasps from the back of his throat, matching the rhythm. His free hand tightens around the sheets even though his body is screaming for him to touch, anywhere, just touch, but he refuses, wants to make this last. He wants to come just from this, the heavy feeling of the toy inside him, wet and pulsing with his hips. "Yes," he sighs out, barely audible, as his hips begin to tremble with each short thrust.
He loves this, loves the way the toy feels inside him, loves the way his own cock feels resting hard and pulsing against his stomach. He would never admit to anybody, never admit that he craves moments like this, where he can fuck himself nice and deep, in the privacy of his own room. Kendall shudders as he presses the toy in deeper, his fingers pressing against his hole as he buries the whole length of the toy inside himself. He catches his bottom lip between his teeth, the familiar coil of release building low in his belly. "No," he whimpers, fighting the urge to come. He wants to drag it out, wants to keep this feeling as long as he can, because he knows once he comes, the feeling and the moment will be gone.
But his control is minimal, with having gone so long without this, this delicious feeling inside of him, stretching himself and letting the vibrations take over, that he can feel the edge coming. And it's good, it's so good that his eyes squeeze tight, his mouth falling open in a silent whine as his free hand finally fists at his neglected cock, all but leaking from the tip. "Oh, oh, oh," he chants and with a final tug and press at his prostate he's coming, so hard that his back arches off the sheets, his gasps turning into short whimpers as he pumps his hand over his cock, the toy still on the highest speed.
He's panting as he tries to recover from his orgasm, his hand still pumping loosely over his oversensitive cock. His body jerks as the last waves of his orgasm fade away, the buzzing of the vibrator still deep inside his body echoing through the room. His breathing slows to a somewhat normal pace, his hand falling from his cock, the shaft quickly turning flaccid. Kendall flicks his thumb over the switch of the vibrator, pulling the toy from his abused hole, hissing as it slides out. His hand reaches around the bed as he looks for the box he hides the vibrator in, knowing he threw it somewhere on the bed before he's started his little tryst. Kendall groans as he realizes he's actually going to have to sit up and search for the box. He sets the vibrator on his nightstand, bracing his hands on the mattress as he hoists himself up into a sitting positon. He's only sitting up for a split second before a feeling he knows all to well shoots up his spine, the blond letting out a whimper as he realizes one orgasm isn't going to be enough to soothe the urge he feels inside him.
"Fuck," he mutters quietly, sitting up straighter to see if it's just a trick his mind is putting on him but there it is again, that flare of want that rises from below his thighs, making his flaccid cock twitch. He's still so wet from the lube and he can feel it run down his thigh, but instead of being disgusted it just turns him on more, his fingers trailing down without second thought to tease at his hole once again, taping the pads of his fingers where he's soaked. The moan Kendall lets out is so loud he almost frightens himself, licking his lips as he slides in a finger, laying back down on the bed as he groans, his free hand running over his sweaty chest for round two.
It frightens him a bit, how it only takes seconds for him to be turned on again. One finger turns to two as he slides his middle finger in, scissoring them even though he know's it's unnecessary. He whines as he crooks his fingers up, the tips rubbing against his prostate, hips jerking as he rubs slong his inner walls. A third finger slips in only long enough for Kendall to feel the pleasure of the stretch, and then he's pulling his fingers out and reaching blindly for the toy he'd set on his nightstand. His almost sighs in relief when his hand wraps around the vibrator, the rubber of the toy slick with lube. Kendall rolls over onto his stomach, propping himself up on his knees, one hand allows him to keep his balance as the other works back, pressing the blunt tip against his wet, loose hole. He shudders as he rubs the toy over his hole, enjoying the feeling of the tease nearly as much as he enjoys the feeling of the toy inside him. Kendall bites his lip as the toy sinks in deep again, his thumb pushing against the switch, knocking it up to the highest level immediately. He cries out, biting his lip as the sound echoes through the room. His hips sputter as the vibrator hums inside of him, his cock fully hard and leaking again.
The feeling comes back even faster than before because of how sensitive he is, the come from before still a little wet on his stomach and he moans, rocking back on the vibrator like it's all he needs, not able to hold back these small, choked sounds coming from his throat. Kendall fists at the sheets with his free hand so he doesn't lose his grip, his eyes shut as he fucks himself on the vibrator, slow and hard just how he likes it. He can feel the waves of his orgasm slowly arriving, making his stomach shiver and his hips shudder but he refuses once again to let go so easily, biting at his bottom lip when the feeling gets so intense that he feels like he might scream, the vibrations so strong on his prostate that it almost hurts.
"Mm, fuck," Kendall whimpers and he opens his eyes, looking down to see where the dildo is sliding in and out of himself, speeding up his hand. He leans forward as much as he can, his head pressed against the headboard of his bed as he grunts, his free hand untangling from the sweaty, dirty sheets to play with his cock, dragging his thumb over the pink, leaking head.
He thumbs the slit, smearing the pre-cum around, using it as a lubricant to ease the tight slide of his fist over his dick. His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath. He feels his orgasm forming hot and low in his belly, and he's conflicted with the need to come mixing with his desire to draw this out as long as he possibly can. He decides on the latter, stopping the movement of his hand on his cock as he tightens his fist at the base, holding off whatever orgasm was brewing beneath the surface. Realizing the new position he's in is knocking him off balance, Kendall shifts back so he's sitting back on his thighs, lifting himself up and down as he fucks himself with the vibrator. His jaw falls slack, whimpers and groans clawing their way up his throat as the new position allows the toy to reach him deeper than it had before. Kendall's eyes drift down to where he's fisting the cock, moaning as he takes in his own pulsing length, the tip colored an angry red, and leaking generously at the tip.
The image itself is almost enough to take him over, the fact that this was the second time he was coming in barely an hour driving him crazy. He hadn't felt this lack of control over his body since he was seventeen, and he remembered back when he used to do this almost every night, fuck himself with a vibrator until he was biting at his pillows to keep quiet. Kendall moaned, taking advantage of being able to be as loud as he wanted and this angle was so much better, the vibrations so deep inside him that he was losing control instantly, his breaths coming in hiccups as his head flew back once more, hand curling around his cock again.
His body shakes as he comes down from his second orgasm, his muscles aching at having to puth forth so much effort in so little time. He'd think it'd be easier to do this with time, but in reality, it'd been easier when he'd been younger. Maybe it was simply because his body didn't bend like it used to, resulting in him having to put in more effort to hold himself in a position that allowed him to fuck himself as deep as he wanted to.
Kendall let his hand drop from the vibrator, the toy sliding out on its own. He shuddered as the lube dripped down his thighs, trying to wipe it away with his hand, only to make more of a mess as the lube was smeared and mixed with the come all over his hand.
Kendall sighed, flicking the vibrator off. His eyes strained in the dark as he searched for the box he kept his toy in, giving a sound of relief when his eyes landed on the boxy shape in the darkness. He grabbed the box, opening the lid tucking the vibrator inside, knowing he'd have to clean it in the morning. Kendall set the box on the floor next to his bed, shoving it under and out of view. He flopped back onto his pillows, snuggling in, as he hoped, for the night. He peeled back the come-stained covers, promising he'd do laundry in the morning, as he settled into the warmth, not caring that he had come crusted up his stomach, on his hands and arms, and down the sides of his thighs. He hummed quietly, eyes drooping as he tried to drift off to sleep. His lids closed for only a second before that familiar pang shot up his spine, his eyes shooting open. "Please, no," he whimpered, burying his face into the pillows. He clenched his muscles, hoping to will away the urge so he could try to get some sleep.
A low "Mm," slips from Kendall's throat as he walks into the kitchen the next morning, the feeling sending sparks up his stomach. He felt like he was on fire, his thighs in pain from the amount of stretching his muscles endured the night before. He leans against the counter, eyes closing and breath hitching when his cock grazes against the it as well. He feels wired, like nothing could be enough or take this inner pain away, even after using his vibrator in the shower only minutes ago.
It frustrates him to no end, the way no amount of orgasms can take the urge from his body. Every nerve he has is frayed, his body actually feeling somewhat numb from the overstimulation. He can feel his voice slipping, feel the way his throat is getting rubbed raw from the way he'd been constantly screaming and moaning in pleasure. He can't seem to comprehend why the urge won't go away, even after he's come six, seven times already. He'd been able to feel the vibrator's batteries running out, feel the power stuttering away as he pushed the toy to its limits.
The tiniest stimulation has him whimpering and craving to have something, anything inside him, most recently, the tiny friction of his cock rubbing against the counter. It was barely anything, a feather-light touch, and yet it has him moaning and hissing as his cock hardens again, the tip already flushing a deep, angry red.
Kendall whines as he realizes he left his vibrator in the bathroom, unable to bring himself to walk the short distance down the hall and to the left into to bathroom to retrieve it.
He presses his body forward until his chest is pressed flush against the cool surface of the counter, one hand reaching down to open and dig through one of the drawers he knows he's stashed lube in before, the other moving to wrap around his leaking dick. He lets out a hiccuped sob at the stimulation, the more-than-feather-light touch sending sparks up his spine. It almost painful, the stimulation, his body peaking and quaking as his hand jerks involuntarily over his cock at the tremors terrorizing his muscles. He never knew somebody could over-sex themselves, but over-sexing was a very real, very blatant reality that Kendall was facing at the moment.
But he couldn't stop.
His other hand is violently shaking as he tries to pop the cap of the lube he'd pulled from the drawer, his fingers nearly completely numb. He get it open, taking the hand that was on his dick, holding it palm up as he drizzles the lube over three fingers, simply letting the tube drop to the tiled floor as he reaches back, teasing his over-worked hole with his fingertips.
He's more loose than he over thought he could be, his hole having been stretched by multiple uses of his vibrator and three or four fingers at a time. However, when he sinks three fingers in deep, he's as tight inside as he was the first time.
Kendall works his fingers fast and desperately hard inside himself, the thought of bringing himself pleasure gone out the window, the only thing on his mind being the need to orgasm, the need to make the urge go away.
He's panting again, slipping in a fourth finger to work along the three already inside. "Come on, come on, please," he whimpers, his voice nothing but a painful croak as he crooks the digits up, rubbing them harshly against his prostate. His body convulses, and he's coming for what seems like the hundredth time in the short time he's been awake. He's surprised that he can even come anymore - he'd expected to start having dry orgasms by now, but still his counter is painted white as he comes, his cock turning flaccid once again, but the urge still not leaving his body.
Kendall's fingers slip from his body, his whole self slumping down to the floor. His thighs are covered in semen, but he can't even lift a limb to try to wipe himself off.
Tears burn at his eyes, desperation flooding his body. He just wants relief, wants the urge to just go away. He feels like he's done everything he possibly can, but yet the urge still burns low in his belly, the arousal still lurks in every dark crevice of his consciousness.
He wishes Carlos were here, wishes he didn't have to go through this on his own. He knows Carlos's would be supportive, would help him through it, would give him whatever he needed to be given-
Whatever he needed.
Whatever he needed.
He scrambles into his hands and knees, turning and bracing his hands on the counter as he claws his way back onto his feet. His legs feel like rubber as he makes his way into his bedroom, where he knows his cell phone is resting on his nightstand. His nose crinkles as he enters, the scent of sex and sweat overpowering.
Kendall lets out a sigh of relief when he finally has his phone in his grasp, punching in Carlos's number with unsteady fingers. He holds the phone up to his ear, desperate whimpers and whines escaping him as the phone continues to ring. "Please, please," he croaks, fingers clenching around the iPhone.
"Hello?" Carlos's drowsy voice answers, and if he could, Kendall would've sang with happiness.
"'Litos, please," is the only thing Kendall finds himself able to croak out, his voice breaking and pulling up in all the wrong places; he sounds like somebody took sandpaper to his vocal chords, and he knows he could be completely fucked because his voice is his living, but in all honesty, the only thing Kendall can think of at the moment is the ache of the urge and getting Carlos over to his house so the Latino can fuck him hard and deep and - as Kendall so fervently hopes - make the urge finally go away.
"Kendall? Kendall, are you okay?" Carlos's voice is worried and Kendall can hear him frantically running through his house to get to Kendall as fast as he possibly can when Kendall gives a pathetic little whine, and bites out a barely audible "No."
"I'm coming over right now, okay? Just stay where you are. Wait, shit, you are home aren't you? Fuck, please be home-"
"'Los," Kendall croaks.
"I'm sorry, I'll be there in a few minutes, okay? Just, just stay where you are and don't move." And Kendall whines as the line goes dead.
Kendall sets his phone back on his bedside table, crawling over to his bed and flopping onto it, face down, another wave of arousal shooting through his body as the movement puts the slightest friction on his cock. He whimpers, shifting so he's propped up with his chest down, knees up and under, and ass resting in the air.
He doesn't bother with lube as he's still wet from the last time, his fingers reaching back as he breaches himself again. His teeth dig into his bottom lip as he works the digits inside himself, whining as he hopes desperately that Carlos will be the one that's able to make the urge finally go away.
Carlos all but sprints down his driveway and into his car. He has no idea what could be wrong with Kendall but he seemed like he was unbearably distressed and in pain, and Carlos isn't sure how he's even able to drive there with the way his mind is going crazy. The worry is killing him, and awful things run through his mind; what if Kendall hurt himself so badly he couldn't move? What if someone had died? Carlos' car couldn't move fast enough.
The ten minute drive to Kendall's house Carlos makes in five. His car screeches to a halt as he slams on the breaks in Kendall's driveway. He just barely remembers to turn off the car and take the keys out of the ignition before he's unbuckling the seatbelt and bolting out of the car, sprinting up to Kendall's door. He's shaking, having had time to ponder all of the things that could've gone wrong, all of the ways Kendall could be hurt during his drive there. Five minutes may not have been a long time, but it was long enough for Carlos to imagine the worse. Carlos digs into his pocket for the spare key he has to Kendall's place, a stream of obscenties spilling from his lips when he realizes he forgot to grab the key on his way out. Frantically, he pounds his fist on the door, hoping that Kendall can at least fight through whatever pain he's in to get up and answer the door. "Kendall? Babe, please, it's me. It's Carlos. Open the door, baby please."
When he hears nothing but silence, Carlos finally begins to panic. He slams his fist on the door over and over again, pressing his ear against the wood to see if he can at least hear Kendall's voice to know if he's okay. "Babe, babe, come on, please open the door, please? Yell if you can hear me, anything."
The silence is almost deafening inside the house and Carlos takes out his phone, wondering if he should call for help, do something drastic like call the police or maybe Mama Schmidt but his head snaps up from his phone the second he hears a small whimper coming from inside the house.
"Kendall? Kendall, it's me," he all but yells, his hands pressed on the door and then it's swinging open. Carlos steps into the house without second thought, reaching out for Kendall, but he takes a step back once he sees the condition his boyfriend is in.
"Kendall. Jesus, what..."
Carlos just stares, seemingly unable to find suitable words to ask what the fuck happened to you? because Kendall simply looks wrecked.
Kendall's hair is matted and pushed back, crusted with something Carlos can't quite put his finger on. The blonde's eyes are wild, almost like an animal's. There's deep bags under them, and Carlos knows just by that that Kendall hadn't slept at all last night.
His eyes make his way down Kendall's body, the neck and torso covered in vicious, red lines. Had he been scratching himself? Carlos's eyes follow the lines, down down down, until the red starts to be covered up by blotches of white. "What the-?" Carlos starts to say, but his voice teeters off when he realizes exactly what Kendall is covered in.
Cum. And lots of it.
There's blotches of it, getting thicker and thicker as they go down, the small spots turning into solid lines and large, crusted puddles on Kendall's abdomen. Carlos's breath hitches as he goes lower and lower. Kendall doesn't just have cum crusted on his abdomen - his thighs are painted white as well. Carlos barely notes how Kendall's wearing a pair of his briefs that he'd left behind one night, or how Kendall's sporting a pretty massive erection between his cum-covered thighs."Babe, what the hell happened to you?"
And Kendall steps forward at that, his legs visibly shaking like he can't keep himself up, and Carlos closes the door behind him so he can hold his arms out. He finds that he doesn't need to, because as soon as the door is locked, Kendall is on him, hands cupping his jaw and bringing their lips together, mewling against him as their bodies touch. Carlos can feel Kendall's cock press against his stomach and he moans low in his throat because he can't help it, and that small noise makes Kendall let out a choking noise that sounds like a sob, wrecked and broken and Kendall digs into Carlos' back, bringing their bodies flush together.
"Oh, oh fuck, Carlos, fuck," he's panting, pressing wet kisses all over Carlos' neck and jaw and pushing him back until he's against the wall. Carlos can barely think with all of this, it all happened so fast, and then his hands are on Kendall's hips and pushing him away, keeping him at an arms-distance. Kendall whines so loud it's almost a scream, his fingers fisted in Carlos's shirt.
His eyes are darker than Carlos has ever seen them, crazy green and lust-filled and Carlos is panting just looking at him, licking his lips. "Kendall, what - what the hell is going on?"
Kendall's expression is almost feral, like he could rip Carlos's throat out with his teeth just for stopping him. He's making this sound, low in his throat, a growl almost, fingers digging into Carlos's chest. Carlos waits for a verbal answer, yet Kendall gives him nothing but a slew of noises, ranging from growl and whimpers to keens and whines.
"Are you going to answer me?" Carlos insists, hands squeezing the flesh of Kendall's hips.
Kendall lets out a gasp, ripping free of Carlos's hold, and then the blond is everywhereagain,and Carlos honestly doesn't know who the hell Kendall is right now, or what the fuck's gotten into him.
"Kendall, Kendall stop please," Carlos tries to push Kendall off him, but the blonde's height and weight puts him at a disadvantage. He settles for pinching the underside of Kendall's arm, and that seems to work. Kendall yanks away from where he was latching onto Carlos's neck, his eyes still darkened by lust, but now filled with hurt as well. "Please baby, just tell me what's going on."
Kendall whimpers, shaking his head. He opens his mouth, the only sound coming out nothing but a pathetic croak.
"You - you can't talk? But you called me-"
Kendall whines, taking back Carlos's attention. "I need you to try to tell me what you need me to do, please," Carlos begs, taking one of Kendall's hands in both of his. Kendall yanks it away, but before Carlos can be hurt, he's using that hand and his other to yank down his briefs, Carlos's breath catching in his throat as his eyes land on Kendall's hard and leaking cock. The blond steps quickly out of the discarded underwear, lunging forward and plastering himself to Carlos's body again. Carlos tries to speak, but Kendall's lips pressing hungrily against his own keeps him from doing so. Kendall pulls away, grabbing one of Carlos's hands as he hooks a leg around Carlos's hip, bringing the hand around so that the Latino's fingers graze over his hole. He whimpers.
"You- God Kendall, you're s-so wet," Carlos says and Kendall groans, grinding his hips forward into Carlos's body, and then suddenly, Carlos gets it.
Carlos can't help but moan, his fingers running over Kendall's entrance where he's so wet and open and ready. "Jesus, babe, you want me to -?"
He can't finish the sentence because Kendall's moan cuts him off. He rocks his ass back into Carlos' fingers like he's dying for them, breathing haggardly against his neck, nodding his head desperately. His whimpers are barely audible but Carlos can feel them against his throat. Carlos swallows hard, not knowing how to react to all of this.
Kendall, I. D-Do you really want me to? You want me to fuck you?" he asks and it's a simple question but it seems to do something to Kendall because he moans, his teeth biting into his boyfriend's neck and Carlos gasps, leaning his head back on the wall and sliding a finger inside of him. Kendall seems to squeal, his lips moving but words not coming out as he tries to pull Carlos impossibly closer, whispers of "Yes, yes, yes," barely making it out of his mouth.
Carlos is hesitant, as he's normally the submissive one in the relationship, but Kendall is just acting so whiny and desperate, fucking back on the finger Carlos has inside that any objections Carlos could've voiced just melt away.
Kendall gives a keening whine when a second finger sinks in deep, and Carlos can't help but think about what he'd been missing for so long. He loved being Kendall's bottom, that's not to be misunderstood, but he couldn't help but think about how it would feel to have his cock buried balls deep inside of Kendall's tight body. The thought alone was enough to make him moan, the sound emitting another slew of noises from Kendall.
"Bedroo-?" Carlos goes to ask, but he's cut off when Kendall slaps a hand over his mouth, grabbing his arm and towing him to the floor of the foyer. His fingers slip from Kendall's body as they tumble down, a short whine escaping both of their lips.
Kendall lays him on his back and straddles his hips, grinding his hips down, whining as he finally gets some friction on his aching cock. Carlos's hands raise to grab his hips, his own canting upwards to grind into Kendall's ass. The blond lets out a somewhat pained whimper, Carlos stopping his movements. "I- Are you sore?" Carlos asks, and Kendall just nods, a silent plea in his eyes for Carlos to disregard that fact, please. "I don't want to hurt you though-"
Kendall gives a broken noise, grinding his ass downwards to show that he can take it, that its nothing he can't handle, that he just needs, that the pain doesn't even register in his mind.
Kendall nods, leaning down to kiss Carlos wet and dirty, mouths open and tongues clashing. Carlos reaches back from where his hands are anchored on Kendall's hips to spread the blonde's cheeks and tease his hole, two fingers slipping in again, down to the last knuckles. Kendall mews, arching up, the fingers sinking in impossibly deeper as the blond fucks himself down onto them. He gives a pathetic little hiccup that gets stuck in his throat when Carlos experimentally crooks his fingers upwards, the tips pushing against Kendall's prostate.
Carlos can't help the gasp he lets out, his fingers pressing at that spot again just to watch Kendall drop his head down, his matted hair grazing over Carlos' chest. He can't help it then, the sides of his mouth twitching upwards in a small, sweet grin as he moves his fingers deep inside of Kendall, humming low in his throat as his boyfriend whimpers above him. The amount of control he has over Kendall is mindblowing, and he can't get enough of it. Every time Carlos' fingers flex inside him, he can feel Kendall rocking against them and the drag of Kendall's cock over his stomach.
"This feel good? Hm?" he asks quietly and Kendall moans, nodding his head as he licks his red-bitten lips. Carlos continues to fuck him slowly until Kendall is half-sobbing, begging quietly with his mouth slack for something that Carlos wants to hear him say. "Mm, what? You want something?" he asks and Kendall opens his eyes, shivering.
Carlos can feel every part of Kendall's body on top of him, the slide of his hips and the way his cock continually drags down his stomach and waist. He's so hot, and wet, and perfect, and Carlos licks his lips, sliding in a third finger. When Kendall's eyes fall shut again from pleasure, Carlos says, "You want to be on my cock like this? Hm? Wanna ride me, baby?"
Kendall's panting as he shakes his head. Carlos looks at him, surprise marring his features. "No?" Carlos questions and Kendall finally looks up at him, mouthing 'no' over and over again.
"Then what do you want, Kendall?" Carlos asks, his fingers slipping out of Kendall's hole as he brings them down to fondle the blonde's balls. Kendall cries out, the sound ugly and hoarse, yet it still seems to be one of pleasure, and it gets Carlos even hotter under the collar. "Tell me," he orders, giving a rather rough squeeze to what he holds in his hand, Kendall letting out a sound that can be describe as nothing other than a sob.
Kendall begins to rise, pushing himself off of Carlos's body, the Latino's expression turning into one of confusion as his hand falls away from Kendall's most intimate area. "Kendall, what-?"
Kendall presses a finger to his lips to silence him as he continues to peel away, whimpering as turns away from Carlos on his hands and knees. "Kendall, babe, what are you doing?"
Kendall says nothing, just continues to position himself until he's propped up with his chest down, knees under and up, ass held high in the air. Carlos swallows at the new position, his cock swelling uncomfortably in the jeans he realizes he still has on. He sits up, his hands jerking down to pop the button on his jeans, stopping midway when he hears Kendall croak something he can't quite make out.
"What did you say?" He asks, rolling onto his knees to run a hand down Kendall's sweaty back. A shiver runs through Kendall's body at the touch.
"Like this," Kendall manages to finally get out, Carlos's hand stopping on his lower back. "Fuck me like this."
Carlos drags his fingers down Kendall's back, licking his lips. "Jesus, babe," he says and presses himself against Kendall's ass, leaning over to press kisses down his spine. Carlos' hands squeeze at his hips and Kendall whimpers, nodding against the carpet and pushing back against him. Carlos groans, gripping at his ass with both hands and squeezing, biting at his lower back.
Kendall all but growls, rocking back against him. His voice is barely there but he manages to whisper, "Carlos, fuck, please. Please fuck me."
His babbles continue, quieter than ever, as Carlos lets go of him to finally unbutton his jeans, sighing once he's free from the confines. He slides off his briefs and moans when he rocks forward, his cock sliding between Kendall's cheeks and making the younger boy gasp, his fingers digging into the carpet.
"Oh, shit, fuck me. Papi, fuck me, please?"
Carlos groans as the word 'papi' slips out of Kendall's mouth. Kendall knows how much that turns Carlos on, even though most of the time, Carlos is the one blabbering the word in the throes of pleasure.
He rips his shirt over his head, shuddering as his naked body adjusts to the cooler temperature of the room. Kendall is making all of these noises below him, little whimpers and mewls as the movement of Carlos taking off his shirt jostling him in a way that caused the elder's cock to bump against his hole. Carlos licks his lips when Kendall's breathing picks up, the Latino's hands dropping to grip the blonde's hips as he rolls his own forward, cock rubbing harshly against sensitive skin.
Kendall's babbles pick up again, though they're still only half-audible. Carlos can only catch bits and pieces, but what he does catch is nothing but 'fuck Carlos fuck me fuck want your cock need it fuck please please.'
A shock of lust flares through Carlos's body, one hand slipping from Kendall's hip to grip the base of his erection. He rubs the tip over Kendall's hole, the pucker clenching involuntarily, Kendall mewling in what seems like the same manner. Carlos moves his hips forward slowly, the very tip of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle before he's pulling back out, and Kendall legitimately begins to sob.
"Please please don't tease me," Kendall sobs, hiccups wracking his body, the lithe frame shaking violently under Carlos's fingers. Carlos feels bad in a second, regretting that he'd teased Kendall like that, knowing how absolutely desperate Kendall was right now.
"I'm so sorry baby," Carlos apologizes, and then, in a move he hopes will get Kendall to forgive him, he bucks his hips harshly forward and he's all in at once, his moan drowned out by the absolute scream of pleasure Kendall lets out.
Carlos breathes hard through his nose, his fingers digging into Kendall's hips hard enough to bruise and Kendall is sobbing against the carpet, nails scratching at the fabric hard enough to show the markings, his body trembling as he rocks back on Carlos' cock, begging to be fucked, please.
"Move move oh god pleasemove," he hiccups and Carlos obeys because he can't imagine how desperate Kendall must be feeling to just give up his control like this. Usually Carlos was the one on his back, pleading for more, begging Kendall to stop being a dick and just fuck him, but now things had changed so drastically that Carlos wasn't sure how to react.
Fucking Kendall feels so good.
He moans the second he shifts his hips, trying to get used to the heat around his cock and Kendall grunts, a whine stuck in the back of his throat. Carlos is sure he's biting at the carpet by this point as he croaks out, "Oh, god. Fuck me, move, papi, let me feel your cock."
"Kendall, shit," he finally breathes and he slides out a few inches, thrusting back in hard enough for Kendall to cry out, tugging at his own hair at the feeling.
"Fuck," Carlos sighs, starting to roll his hips nice and hard, watching as his cock slid home and back. "Baby, so wet for me."
Kendall choked out a moan, his body rocking back against Carlos's every time Carlos thrust forward. Sweat was pooling in the arch of his back and Carlos leaned down to lick at the salty skin. He bit down and Kendall's body convulsed and for a second Carlos thought Kendall had come, but no such thing had happened. Kendall was still clawing at the carpet, still mewling in pleasure, still fucking back on Carlos's cock.
"Look at you," Carlos groans, fucking into Kendall harder, delighting in the noises coming from the body below him. "Fucking back on my cock like a little whore, moaning and whining, such a slut for me."
The sound that came out of Kendall was nothing but a keening whine, and Carlos saw one of Kendall's hand snake under to grab his cock and start stroking.
On a whim, Carlos reaching under as well and slapped Kendall's hand off his cock, the blond giving a pathetic little sob when Carlos pulled his arm out over his head, grabbing the other and holding them down with one of his hands, effectively pinning Kendall to floor. Kendall mewled, body shaking as Carlos fucked into him, hard and fast and deliciously deep.
"You gonna come, baby?" Carlos grunted, hips falling into an erratic rhythm as he felt his orgasm build hot and low in his belly. Kendall's walls squeezed spasmodically tighter around his cock, answering Carlos's question clear enough. "Wanna see your face when you come."
Kendall whimpered as Carlos pulled out, but that whimper turned into an indignant squawk when Carlos pushed him over so he fell onto his side, involuntarily rolling onto his back. He whined in protest when Carlos didn't slide back home immediately, but his whine cut off when he caught the look of pure hunger on Carlos's face.
Carlos licked his lips, cock twitching at the sight of Kendall laid out in front of him. His body was still covered in his own cum, still lined red in the places he'd clawed at himself, cock red and leaking against his stomach. "So sexy," he murmured as he grabbed one of Kendall's legs and threw if over his shoulder, the position angling Kendall's hips in a way Carlos new was absolutely fantastic, having had experience with the way that position felt by being on the receiving end of it many times before.
Gripping the base of his cock, Carlos positioned himself and once more slid home, Kendall moaning the whole way in. Carlos started thrusting immediately, setting a hard, rough pace that had Kendall arching off the floor and mewling and groaning like a bitch in heat.
God, he was such a fucking bottom when you got him going.
"Mmm, yeah, like this?" Carlos says and he feels like his breath is getting knocked out of him with each thrust, his grip on Kendall's wrists tight. His ears are ringing with the sound of Kendall's little mewls, the way he keeps rocking back on his cock.
Kendall nods, nearly hysterical with the want as he wraps his other leg around Carlos' waist, begging to be fucked deeper. Carlos groans, sweat running down his back and on his chest as he leans down to kiss Kendall wet and messy, nearly bending the boy in half.
"Touch me, touch me, touch me," Kendall keeps panting, his chest heaving with it and his back arching, pleading for Carlos' touch. His cock is red, shiny with precome at the tip and Carlos shouldn't be making him wait but it's so hot, watching him like this and seeing him lose control. "Mmm, babe, want me to touch your cock?"
Kendall keens for it, nodding his head as his noises start turning into sobs again, Carlos' harsh thrusting sending him into a frenzy. He feels half crazy with the arousal, the want, the needto come and he half chokes on a moan when Carlos lets go of his wrists to squeeze at his hips, his nails digging into the skin to make his thrusts smoother and harder.
"Ah, ah, touch my cock," Kendall whines, jaw hanging slack and eyes so dark Carlos can barely recognize them and Carlos smirks, panting above him and feeling his orgasm coming soon, so soon. "You want me to touch your cock, huh? So desperate for me baby, being such a little slut for my cock, aren't you? Just waiting to come when I say so, yeah, baby? Just for my cock?"
Kendall hiccuped a sob, his heel digging into Carlos's lower back as he tried to pull Carlos in deeper. "Just for your cock, fuck, love your cock, love how you fuck me, want you in me all the time," Kendall babbled, head whipping side to side in some sort of crazed desperation.
Carlos bit his lips, hips stuttering as he feels his orgasm build up, closer and closer and he's so right there, Kendall's hurried words getting him that close. He knows if he keeps thrusting he's going to come, so he still his hips and swallows down the broken sob Kendall gives with a chaste and sweet kiss.
"Carlos, please please please don't stop," Kendall begs, and fuck, there are actual tears. Carlos feels like a dick, but there's also a high behind the guilt that he made Kendall like this. Kendall, who was the top in the relationship, Kendall who always had the control. He had Kendall under him, bouncing on his cock, begging for Carlos to keep fucking him, begging for Carlos to let him come, and not the other way around for once.
"Not moving until you beg me, bitch."
Kendall gave a keening whine, the sound high and piercing. "Move for the love of God, please please move I can't take it I need it please fuck I need to come just please move."
Carlos grunted, one hand wrapping around Kendall's leaking cock, the head a deep, angry red, as his stilled hips finally began to move again. Kendall only lasted for three or four more languid thrusts, two of which managed to get Carlos's cock to brush against his prostate before he was coming with a shout, voice hoarse and cracking and so fucked-out it made Carlos's whole body clench up, and only seconds after Kendall, Carlos was moaning out his own orgasm as he came deep inside the body under him.
Kendall shuddered as Carlos filled him, some of Carlos's orgasm already managing to run down his thighs. Kendall shivered, giving a content little coo when Carlos's arms wrapped tightly around him.
They lay in silence after Carlos pulled out, the Latino holding Kendall tightly to his chest. Carlos was perfectly content to lay there, naked on the foyer floor with Kendall in his arms, but Kendall whispering something that Carlos couldn't quite make out made the Latino sit up, rolling Kendall onto his back so he could look him in the eyes.
"What did you say?"
"It's gone," Kendall croaked, tears sliding down his cheeks, and Carlos yanked him back into his chest in horror.
"Baby, I'm so sorry," Carlos apologized, although he didn't quite know what for. "I'm so sorry."
"No sorrys," Kendall mumbled, Carlos tilting his head back to look at him. "Happy," Kendall croaked in explanation.
"Happy?" Carlos questioned, and Kendall just nodded. "Okay, you're gonna have to explain that to me when you can talk again. But for now," Carlos slipped out of Kendall's arms, the blond whining as the warmth was taken away. "You're going to take a bath, because you're filthy."
Kendall looked up at Carlos, a pout on his lips. His lifted his arms, a proposition. "Carry?" He asked, and Carlos just smiled.
Well, that was part one. Part two will be up when we get to it.
Thoughts are always nice yup.