John's comforter is soft against Riley's bare skin as he lays stretched out, naked in front of John for the first time. Rapturously, John trails his fingers through the peach fuzz spreading across Riley's body; trailing down from his belly button and gathering on the inside of his upper thigh.
"You must not have been on testosterone for very long." John murmurs, feeling the texture change between the new growth and Riley's coarse pubes.
"Only six months," Riley manages between soft gasps of pleasure, "It's why I can't stop fucking you." John grins, standing over the boy laid out on the edge of his bed. He's naked too. Riley's fingertips trace marvels onto the skin of his hip.
"Is that the only reason?" John asks, hand wandering along the new bruises forming on Riley's deep brown skin. It had only been an hour, maybe two, since the parking lot where John's crushing grip made the marks on Riley's waist, his ass. Bite marks mar his neck and shoulders.
John's hand finds Riley's nipple, still sensitive after keyhole, the boy's voice cracking with a moan.
"And your wallet," Riley pants, nails now scratching at John's hip, needy. "Somebody has to pay for all this birth control." Even as his back arches under John's touch, Riley manages a bratty smirk.
New hunger flares in John's gut, needing to make a mess of the boy stretched out below him, he presses his weight down onto Riley's body, pinning him. "Is that all I am to you? A dildo with a wallet?" John growls into Riley's ear, his balls resting on the boy's wet cunt, cock pressed between their stomachs.
"And so what if you are?" Riley breathes out, eyes rolling back as he slowly grinds himself against John's hardened length. "You couldn't stop cumming in me if you wanted to." At this, John catches both of Riley's hands in one of his own, restraining them. His other hand presses against the full length of Riley's face, pushing their noses together.
"Is that all you have to say to me?" He murmurs. Just as Riley opens his mouth to respond, John drags the flat of his tongue across the side of Riley's face, reducing the boy into a moaning mess as the leisurely grind of his hips accelerates into desperate humping.
"There we go honey, that's more like it." John whispers; lips brushing the shell of Riley's ear, breaking the boy's voice further. "Now show me your tongue." Trembling, desperately sliding his own dick along the fat cock imprinting itself on his stomach, Riley sticks his tongue out, unable to wipe away any of the spit covering his cheeks and chin.
Without notice or care for the desperation burning below him, John slides two of his fingers into the back of Riley's throat, luxuriating in it gagging around him.
"Tight here too" he remarks with approval, slowly removing his fingers from the whimpering boy's throat, letting them rest on the extended tongue instead. Riley's eyes shine with tears, every part of him exposed, overpowered, pinned down. The complete domination makes a river of his cunt, John's composure humiliating him, compounding his need.
"You're gonna make yourself cum like this aren't you? You're gonna cum yourself stupid just from begging me to fuck you." John croons into Riley's ear, tender now.
Riley knows he's right. Part of him can't take the indignity, John is supposed to be the needy mess, on his knees, bathing in the glory of Riley's cunt. But the man's control is undoing him, heavy fingers holding his tongue on display, exploring his mouth like it's a pussy. Riley humps faster, panting, t-dick rubbing towards a roaring orgasm along the bottom of John's unmoving cock. It blows through him, pressing him up into John, burning as close he can to the man, needing to be consumed.
Then John is getting up, perfunctorily removing his body from Riley's grip, leaving the boy unweighted, suddenly cold.
"If I really am just a dildo to you, then you won't mind me getting a condom." John says, painfully casual from across the room. Shaking with the sudden distance and now cold mess between his legs, tears start falling down Riley's face, confusion and embarrassment thick in his now empty mouth.
