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“Fuck yeah, baby, feel so good around my cock,” Amphinomus grunts. His balls slap loudly against Telemachus’ ass, the ass that’s already bright from the earlier ministrations of the spanking that he received.
Telemachus squeals, ass backing into Amphinomus with every powerful thrust from the larger man. On his hands and knees, he can’t really do much. Which is what the both of them like, Amphinomus holding all of the power while Telemachus is helpless against it.
Amphinomus groans and angles his hips a little higher, wringing another delicious moan from his lover. Telemachus arches his back as best he can, but he’s already presenting himself so nicely. Amphinomus chuckles and rewards him with two quick successions of the flat of his palm against the boy's ass.
The high scream that comes from Telemachus' mouth almost gets Amphinomus to finish, but he staves it off somehow. They’re not nearly done here.
Making sure that his full body weight isn’t completely on him, Amphinomus drapes himself over Telemachus and suckles at his neck, earning another whorish noise from his otherwise high strung boyfriend.
This is a good way for the both of them to let off a bit of steam before the move. It’s a big deal for them, Telemachus has never lived without his parents and Amphinomus has never been serious enough about a person to move in with them. Usually what ends up happening is some sort of falling out after a few months, maybe some terrible sex a little while down the road and then absolute silence.
But with Telemachus, it’s different.
Even from the very beginning, Amphinomus’ heart knew that he was a special one. And he was proven correctly. Now three years of going steady, Amphinomus has never once had the thought of breaking up with him. It’s weird but he wouldn’t have it any other way. When Telemachus had shyly asked him if he wanted to help him find an apartment for the two of them together, Amphinomus hadn’t even hesitated.
And now, with his room empty save for his bed and a few opened boxes, Amphinomus is excited. To finally start fresh. And with the one person he wants to spend the rest of his life with.
Of course, they have to leave this place with some happy memories before Amphinomus officially moves out, so sex it is. Really, Amphinomus is lucky that Telemachus has as high of a libido as he does, otherwise he doesn’t think they’re relationship could be as strong as it is. Of course, they do more than just fuck each other, but sex is also very important to Amphinomus for a relationship. And Telemachus too it seems. Thank fuck, because Telemachus is almost as sexy as he is.
“Uh, uh, uh, Amphi! You’re splitting me apart!”
“That’s the idea, buddy.”
Telemachus hangs his head and clenches hard around Amphinomus to which he groans and grinds a few times into his boyfriends’ hole.
“Gonna wreck you so bad you can’t even walk.”
Another weak moan.
Amphinomus’ ego only grows at that. At being able to wring such sweet sounds out of his boyfriends’ mouth. He leans back up and bruises Telemachus’ hips with his hands. “Walking with a limp suits you. Better yet, maybe you shouldn’t walk at all, maybe you should be bedridden for the rest of your life.”
“Amph-Amphinomus… please…”
“Make things easier. Then I’d just have to come home after a long day at work and you’d be ready for me.”
“Uh huh, shit, there!”
“See my little husband spread out and waiting for me in bed, fingering yourself and opening up so we don’t even have to waste time. Feed you nothing but my cock and cum, doesn’t that sound good?”
“Yes, yes, yes, I need —!”
Amphinomus hits his prostate again and Telemachus arches his back and screams into the room. Amphinomus’ neighbors must hate him. “Just begging me to stuff his sweet little cunt up and make him my mommy.”
“Amphi—so close, please… keep going—”
“My perfect little tramp . All for me to please.”
“Yeah, I— wait, that’s… th—”
“Always ready to take my cock and bend yourself over
for—”
“Amphinomus—!?”
“Exactly. And when we’re through, I’ll—”
“That’s not— hnng— in th-the script.”
Amphinomus gives a little huff, “Oh, I’m far past that, baby.” He slaps Telemachus’ ass again just to watch it jiggle. “Gonna fill you up with my babies and—”
“Amphinomus!”
“That’s it, say my name, love. Pray all your praises unto me.”
“No— I huah , Amphinomus.”
“Hmm, yeah, baby.”
“Amphinomus! Stop !”
His hips are moving too fast to come to an abrupt stop but he does slow them down as fast as he can. His heart seizes and he braces his hands on his loves ass to bring his thrusts to a stuttering halt. He doesn’t pull out just yet, knowing that doing so without warning would only bring Telemachus discomfort.
His hands are shaking, his dick going half limp. “Telemy?”
Telemachus props himself up to his elbows, falls onto his face, tries again, then up to his hands.
Amphinomus wants so badly to lean over and help him but he’s frozen in place, his veins as cold as ice. He doesn’t know what he did wrong or if it was something he said? They had talked about what they were going to say and do in great detail, something that Telemachus seemed grateful for since they were trying out dirty talk for the first time. Well, Telemachus’ first time trying dirty talk anyway. He’d even glanced through the neatly typed out papers that Telemachus had given him a few days beforehand. (And maybe he jerked off to it, imagining him and Telemachus in this exact scenario.)
So what had happened to cause Telemachus to tell him to stop?
Not that he needed a reason to stop but still. Amphinomus thought they were having a good time.
“Did I do something wrong?” he asks quietly.
Telemachus cranes his head around. His face is still flushed and his eyes hold that hazy lust. The only thing that Amphinomus can see on his face that could give away to any sign of discomfort would be the irked raise of his eyebrow. “That— shit ,” he pants, still trying to catch his breath. “That wasn’t in the script.”
It’s said, despite the pants between almost every word, flatly. Like he’s annoyed at getting the wrong order from fast food. Not like he was uncomfortable with anything Amphinomus was doing.
“I— what?”
Telemachus sighs— annoyed?— and shifts a little. It stirs Amphinomus’ cock and he has to bite his bottom lip to keep from grunting. “What you said. You weren’t supposed to.”
“When I said— I— what?” Amphinomus blinks a few times. He feels like his mind is made of rubber.
“Earlier when you said ‘My perfect little tramp. All for me to please ’?”
Amphinomus feels heat over his face. Telemachus says it so matter of factl, and not like it’s the dirty talk that was making Amphinomus’ balls draw up excitedly. “…y-yeah?”
“Yeah,” Telemachus huffs. “You were supposed to say ‘My perfect little whore . All for me to please ’.
“I—what?” He blinks at his boyfriend.
“It was wrong.” Said so plainly that leaves no room for discussion but—
“That’s… the same thing?”
“No, it’s clearly not,” Telemachus says and sighs. “Here, lemme grab it.”
“Let you grab wha– oh !”
Amphinomus doesn’t get to finish his sentence, Telemachus abruptly crawling forward and getting off of his dick. He can’t stop the groan that falls from his lips when his body feels the friction, nor can he stop the slightly upset feeling of no longer being buried inside that tight, little ass.
Telemachus doesn’t seem to take notice and hopes off of the bed– Amphinomus does his best not to leer at his body but it’s really hard when he’s so, well, hard . And it doesn’t help that his boyfriend is probably one of the hottest men, if not the hottest man, in the whole world. And the sweetest and most intelligent and funny and–
“Ah, here it is!”
Why on the gods’ green earth does he have to bend over like that? Exposing his still very much winking hole to a very horny Amphinomus. It takes everything in him not to take himself in hand.
When Telemachus spins around (Amphinomus totally not gawking at his bobbing cock), he’s holding a thick stack of paper. A stack of paper that looks awfully familiar to Amphinomus and he inwardly groans. Telemachus bounds back to the bed and hops on, the wood creaking beneath him. He situates himself against the head rest, criss-cross fucking apple sauce, and not at all seemingly hot and bothered even though his body is and looks so fucking hot and Amphinomus can’t–
“Okay, so.” Telemachus looks up at him, the squints. “Uh, do you need your reading glasses for this?”
“For what?” Amphinomus asks, still resting on his knees.
Telemachus gestures to the script. “For going over this, duh. Yeah, I think you’ll probably need them… now where did you… ah! Here they are.” He leans over and grabs them from the dresser, Amphinomus dumbly taking them and putting them on. “Okay… hmm. Oh yeah, this is my copy and this is your copy. Yours are the highlighted parts.”
Amphinomus takes the papers from him too and looks down at them and sure enough, they’re the same papers he had briefly glanced over before jerking it while he waited for Telemachus to come home from university. Same cum stains and all.
“Alright… where were we?” Telemachus is studying the papers as if it’s his study notes and not… badly written dirty talk. “Oh; Amphi, I’m so close, keep going!”
Amphinomus nearly drops the papers. He takes in a sharp gasp as the sound of his boyfriend moaning, albeit very convincingly despite not having a cock shoved up his ass. “I–babe…” He’s at a loss for words.
Telemachus raises an eyebrow at him and mouths ‘your line’ at him.
It takes Amphinomus a few seconds of blinking like an owl for him to get it, finally get it. “You want us to… go through this? Like it’s some kind of rehearsal?”
“Well, yeah,” Telemachus says, like it’s obvious. “It’s clear you need help remembering your lines. That’s okay, we can’t all be good at memorizing. And it’ll be nice to do some touch ups as we go.”
“Uh huh,” Amphinomus mumbles. “Why?”
“Why, what? Do you need better glasses or something? You’re not that old.”
He pinches the bridge of his nose. “No, no, not that. I just– why do we have to follow the… script word for word?”
“Because.” And that’s all he says.
“Because,” Amphinomus repeats slowly. “But we never had to do this before. We usually just went with the flow.” And he had thought they had been fine with it. Sure, they talk about what they want to do the day or even a few minutes before, but never to an extent like this.
Telemachus chews on his bottom lip/ “Yeah, and that’s fun and all, but I… I… I like knowing. Ya know?”
“Not really, isn’t it fun to see where the night takes us?”
“Y-yeah, that’s fun too, but– I dunno…” He looks away and presses his lips in a thin line.
And alright, Amphinomus thinks. Maybe there’s more to this than just a simple slip up. He scoots forward until he’s sitting beside his boyfriend, wrapping an arm around him and pulling his chin to face him. “What’s this really about, buddy?”
Telemachus peers up at him and sighs. He was never one to keep secrets very well, and it’s not like either of them like to put up walls between each other. Their relationship is much stronger than that. “I just wanna be able to control things sometimes… I dunno.” He flicks his eyes away.
“Oh,” Amphinomus says. “Do you wanna… top?” Telemachus makes a confused face. They’ve had this discussion before too and it led to Telemachus saying that he wasn’t opposed to it but he wasn’t ready for that yet. Which was okay for Amphinomus, he just wants his buddy to feel good and have a good time no matter who’s topping who.
“No, not now anyway. It’s just… I dunno. Nice to know exactly what’s going to happen.”
Ah, he gets it. Amphinomus smiles and nods his head. “Like how you only listen to the same four albums and eight tv shows?”
Telemachus’ eyes light up and he’s never looked more adorable. “Exactly that! Like, I guess it’s just a comfort to know. Not like a fear of the unknown but, like, just being able to know. I don’t know, it’s hard to explain.”
“No, no, it makes perfect sense to me,” Amphinomus says. “And, you know, it’s kinda hot.”
“Really?” Telemachus blushes.
Amphinomus hums. “Actually, yeah. I kinda like the idea of performing in our own little private movie. And maybe we could write the next scene we do together.”
“I’d love that!” Telemachus throws himself at Amphinomus and hugs him. The angle is a little awkward with them sitting side by side but Amphinomus hugs him back just as hard. Telemachus sniffles a little into the embrace. “Thank you.”
“Anything for you, buddy,” Amphinomus says, and he means it, he really does.
Telemachus parts from the embrace and scoots back, once again facing his boyfriend. “You okay if we go over this? And maybe just do that for tonight… if that’s okay?”
“Absolutely. But uh… can I at least get myself off before we do? I feel like I’m not going to pay attention if I don’t, heh,” Amphinomus chuckles nervously and gestures to his still very excited cock.
“Oh!” Telemachus looks and then snickers, a snide flash in his eyes. “I mean, you can multitask can’t you?”
“Multitask?”
A smooth shrug of his shoulders. “Jerk yourself off while we go through it. Unless of course you don’t think you’d be able to keep up with me.” Telemachus spit on his hand then gives himself a slow stroke, moaning as he does.
Amphinomus grins. “You're on.”
Scripts in one hand and dicks in the other, the papers are memorized.