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Lo’ak had no idea how he ended up like this– he knew he was naïve, but not this naïve.

Lo’ak also had no idea his first time would be with this idiot, yet here they are.

“Oh fuck– fuck, s-slow down, you beast!” Lo’ak whined as he felt Aonung violently rearrange his guts, wet hole twitching when he would grind backwards til the hot tip remained on the pulsing muscle, only to thrust in just as quick.

Aonung’s grip on the poor boy’s small waist was tight, fingernails digging crescents into the skin, definitely to bruise later. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! What is wrong with you!?” The heaving na’vi wailed out pitifully, back arching like a strung bow once Aonung had a steel grip on his braids. 

“What is wrong with me? You’re the one screaming like a slut on my cock, forest boy.” Lo’ak felt his insides churn impossibly at those words, a sob bubbling from his throat and out of his mouth like hot lava.

Usually he’d be quick to quip back with a smart remark, but with Aonung drilling him like a madman, all he could do was whine and drool mindlessly as his knees scuffed against the floor of the woven marui.

Aonung snickered at him wickedly, moving his sharp gaze to where they connected, running his tongue over an even sharper canine. Lo’ak’s abused rim stretched beautifully over his cock, the white creamy ring around his base becoming more and more visible with every thrust.

“Does that feel good, forest boy?” Aonung hummed condescendingly, droplets of salty sweat sliding down his temple. Much unlike Lo’ak, he sounded so well put together, like he wasn’t trying to make him visit Eywa as quickly as possible; and to be honest, he might accomplish that if they went at it long enough. Aonung ran his huge hand down the writhing boy’s flat tummy, groaning softly when he felt himself protrude with every thrust. “I said.. does– that– feel– good? ” He accented, thrusting harshly with every syllable.

Lo’ak squealed girlishly (something Aonung would definitely make fun of him for later), canting his hips forward to run away from the painful pleasure he managed to get himself into, with no avail. The sound of skin to skin slapping together made the coil inside Lo’ak’s tummy burn hotter, his face flushing in embarrassment.

“Yes– yes! Oh, yes!” He sobbed thoroughly, thin thighs squeezing together as if it would stop the way this big idiot’s fat cockhead pounded against the spongy spot inside him with abandon. “It feels good– so good!”

At his words, Aonung fucked into him harder–if that was even possible– making the pit in Lo’ak’s stomach twitch violently. He was close, so so close.

“.. ‘m gonna cum bro– you’re gonna make me cum–” Lo’ak warned, his voice wavering pitifully. Aonung grunted in response, maneuvering his hand to loosely jerk Lo’ak’s weeping cock. With a flick of Aonung’s wrist and an elongated whine, Lo’ak came in spurts on the floor beneath them, hips trembling violently.

Aonung followed with a deep groan, cumming in thick, heavy strings inside of his pulsing hole immediately after helping the half conscious boy ride out his high. He massaged circles into Lo’ak’s twitching hips, humming as he pulled his cock out, relishing in the way a wet ‘pop’ echoed the marui, and the way his bucket load of cum spilled out of Lo’ak’s puffy hole.

Lo’ak whimpered when Aonung pressed his thumb over the cum coated, tender ring, threatening to dip past. “So,”

“..Up for another round, forest boy?”

“Bro, please.”