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10,000 miles from home, Billy Patchanon stretched his powerful body out in a huge, plush bed. He tucked his arms behind his head, arched his back, stretched the thick muscles packed over his chest and back and arms and hips. Stretching out his toes strained through his toes, calves, thighs. He luxuriated in his size, in his power.

Not because of the size and power themselves, of course. Anyone could get that with a little hard work and dedication. But because of what he had that was priceless and perfect. Because his size and power meant something to his relationship, to his lover. Because being this big made his man feel small, and his man loved feeling small.

He reached down and gave his cock a firm stroke. He’d been semi hard for nearly half an hour now as he waited for his love.

They’d come home from a beautiful meal, where they’d filmed their own little mukbang- tucked away in the corner of an intimate restaurant with unfamiliar spices tantalizing their every sense. The first bite Billy had taken from Babe’s lips had had them both glancing around, as was their habit. Searching for stares, whispers, anger, danger. But no one had even glanced at two Thai boys kissing between bites.

They’d necked in the taxi, making the cabby chuckle and ask, “Boys do allat for the camera, you?” The camera, on a small tripod, lay nearly forgotten in his lover’s lap.

Billy had answered, “Mm-mm. It’s love, love.”

The man had replied with an even heartier laugh and used a phrase common to the area- they’d heard it before and tried to translate it, but it didn’t quite make sense to them. They’d called a Thai friend who’d explained it meant something like, “Let the good times keep rolling on.” When they pulled up to their hotel the cabby had given Billy a hearty slap on the shoulder as they’d exited the taxi. It had made them all grin, the simple kindness.

Billy had been licking in behind Babe’s ear by the time they’d made it to their hotel room. “Come on baby,” Billy had hissed against the lobe, teeth clacking on the piercing. “Daddy can’t wait.” He’d slapped his ass.

“You’re gonna have to wait,” Babe had chuckled, calmer than his boyfriend. He’d swiped the key card.

“Why?” Billy had whined, starting to lick sweat off Babe’s shoulder as they kicked their shoes off in the vestibule.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Babe had laughed, shoving him away. "I have to clean up."

“Don’t- Baby- hey-” Billy had tried to catch him but Babe had slammed and locked the bathroom door between them. “Aooooow, come on!” Billy had yelled through. Babe had just laughed. “Honey, I’ll help you. Let me help you.” He’d pleaded.

Babe had yelled back a decisive, “Fuck off!”

So Billy had stripped off and stretched out in bed, hard at the thought of Babe prepping his ass for a night of hard fucking. Billy had had an espresso after dinner- seemed the thing to do- and he was buzzing under his skin. He wondered how many times he could stretch his lover around him tonight. Overstimulate him, maybe, until he couldn’t take anym-

The bathroom door opened and Babe walked out, rubbing the ends of his dark hair with a towel. He was bare to his skin, slim and almost delicate in places. He had the cutest little tummy on him. He was fed well, clean, happy. He practically glowed in Billy’s love sick gaze, filling him with a turbulent mix of satisfaction and mischief.

He gave Billy one of his pretty smiles. Shamelessly ogled him as he approached and dropped the towel.

Billy preened under his gaze.

Babe lightly traced his ankle with his fingertips. “You’re so handsome,” Babe murmured.

He’d changed his manner of address. Was using a ‘you’ that was intimate- closer to calling him Lover than calling him You. Billy grinned, “Handsome enough to ride, Babe?”

“Hmm,” Babe twisted his mouth, cocked his head. “I’m not so sure.” Billy raised an eyebrow. Babe had walked up to his waist now, was trailing his fingers down his hip. “You’re so pretty, Lover. Maybe you should be under me tonight.” Babe’s hand shoved down, roughly grabbed Billy’s ass cheek. “Maybe I should take this virgin ass tonight.”

Billy cocked his head and snorted a laugh, “I’d take you in me, if that’s what you really wanted, Babe. There’s no magical God of the Gays who came down from on high and made me a ‘Top.’” He reached out one of his long arms and wrapped it around Babe, lifted him right up onto the mattress on his knees. Babe’s hands wrapped around the top edge of the headboard. “The only reason I fuck you the way I do,” he jerked Babe’s hips higher, squeezed his ass cheek in his massive hand, kneaded it like dough. “Is because this greedy ass needs it so fucking bad.” He leaned down and licked his lover’s dick. Babe moaned. “My Babe needs to be fucked like I hate him. And Daddy is happy to provide.”

Babe muttered, “You’re crazy.”

“You make me crazy,” Billy retorted and yanked Babe forward, stuffing him into his mouth.

Babe gasped. He jerked his knee up for support and ended up balancing it on Billy’s shoulder. His back arched as he started to pump his hips, thrusting into his lover’s mouth.

“Billy,” Babe hummed a sound of pleasure, rubbing into his hair with his free hand.

“You want to fuck me? Fuck my mouth, then. Come on Babe, give me all you got.”

Babe shifted, his greedy body working against his will. He slapped one hand down onto the mattress, brought his knees down together. Arching over Billy, he thrust his hips down and fed him every inch of his dick. Billy hooked both arms over him, dragging him down harder. Intentionally gagging himself on his length, lewdly slurping. “Fuck fuck fuck,” Babe chanted. “Fuck that’s good.” Billy’s hands kneaded his ass and hips, gripping so hard that in the morning Billy would kiss the fingertip bruises he left.

Babe released Billy’s head, grabbed a pillow, and stuffed it behind the headboard to try to muffle the banging.

Billy pushed Babe’s hips up suddenly, nearly suspending Babe above him. “Flip,” he growled. “Sit on my face.” But he controlled the motion himself, shoving Babe’s body up high and yanking his thigh across his chest until he was reversed, facing their feet. Babe essentially fell into position and Billy groaned, biting his ass cheek. Babe’s back arched- so sexy from this angle, the muscles rippling, shoulder blades poking back. Billy buried his face between his cheeks, swiping his tongue up his crack with one big stripe. His skin tasted so clean and sweet. He bit his cheek again, just because he could, and then said, “I said to fucking SIT,” and yanked Babe down.

Babe had been struggling for balance, but the yank undid all his efforts. “Sh-shit, Billy!” He sank down, feeling Billy’s tongue immediately start to rub across his asshole. Billy’s hands bracketed his thighs and ass, supporting his weight. Babe slapped one hand down on Billy’s chest, rubbing him in gratitude, even as his head dipped back and his breaths came out edged with whines. His other hand fumbled behind him to hold onto the headboard. It gave him the slightest amount of control. When Billy started to breach him with his tongue he used the leverage to sway to the stimulation. He found Billy’s nipple under his hand and stroked it, gave it a hard tug. Billy’s answering groan felt so good against him. He switched to the other and tugged that too, even harder, moaning in tandem with him.

Billy ate him like a man starving. Sucking, lapping, licking. He used the point of his tongue to press inside him, growling in satisfaction when Babe instinctively began to ride it, undulating atop his hands. He viciously rid himself of every thought not Babe centered- everything outside of what he wanted from him and what he wanted to give to him. He pressed in deeper, as deep as his tongue could reach, tongue fucking him in every sense of the word.

Babe shifted his weight, leaning forward, pulling away. Billy grabbed at him, snarling at being denied, but shivered into stillness when Babe’s mouth wrapped around him. He moaned softly and shoved himself up the headboard to get a better view. His hands slid slowly down Babe’s body, dipping into his clefts and curves, stroking the planes of his body. He turned his head to kiss his ankles, calves, thighs, seeking flesh with his tongue and teeth.

He dipped his fingers between Babe’s cheeks. Swirled a finger over him and then into him.

“You’re nice and soft for me” His finger slipped in with ease, the entrance to his body soaking wet and malleable.

Babe popped his mouth off his cock and licked up it. “You know I was getting ready.”

“I could help you.”

“I don't want your help.” He dropped his head and bit Billy’s hip. Billy grunted and shifted.

“But I want to.”

“You don't!”

“The only reason you have to do all that is for me. Because I'm big, and I fuck you so hard.” Billy slapped the side of his ass. Admired the jiggle. Slid another finger inside him.

“If you didn't do those things, I wouldn't fuck you anyway.” Babe muttered.

Billy snorted a laugh and reached down to bury his fingers in his hair. He caressed him, applied pressure, forced Babe to take him back into his mouth. His head rolled back as Babe took every centimeter of him down his throat with nary a complaint. He pumped his head with one hand and his asshole with the other.

“On your back,” he warned Babe, took his hands away, and then bodily flipped him. Babe lost his breath as he was summarily dumped to the side.

He coughed, and then laughed, as Billy sat up beside him.

“What are you doing?” He demanded between laughs, “You practically threw me.”

Billy leaned over him, kissed his grinning mouth. “You were distracting me! What if I came before I got to give you what you want?”

“Mm, I’d just make you finish me. And we could try it again later.” Babe winked. Billy laughed, kissing him again. Their tongues danced and swirled as Billy gathered Babe up. Babe’s hands went around his head, pulling his hair out of his eyes, smirking down at him. “Don’t worry, Lover. I wouldn’t let you leave me unsatisfied.”

Billy hissed and bit Babe’s nipple in punishment.

“Ow!” Babe yelped, laughing again. Billy soothed the bite with his tongue. He moved to his other nipple and did the same- a nibble, and then his tongue to soothe. He tightened his arms, lifting the boy higher. Babe arched his back, tipped his head back, creating a graceful curve with his body. Billy took what was offered, sucking and licking every inch of the smaller boy’s throat, chest, shoulders, ribs, belly. Babe’s hands tugged and rubbed over his neck and back. His moans were music. Billy’s brain was awash with his taste, his smell, his sounds. It made his mind so quiet, and his body rage with heat.

Billy’s mouth traveled back up to his lover’s, his tongue plunging in. The kiss was harder now, hungrier. He sucked at his lips and tongue, filling his mouth with his taste. Babe bit his lip. Billy snarled, the bridge of his nose wrinkling. He sunk his hair into Babe’s hair and fisted the strands at the roots, yanked his head back, hard.

Billy admired Babe, trapped in his hold, lips parted. He licked his open mouth. Bit his bottom lip, then the top. Rubbed his thumb in a hard circle around Babe’s plush red lips- once, then twice, then three times, smearing saliva. When his mouth was thoroughly damp, he drew Babe’s head to his chest. The boy obediently licked, sucked. Billy moaned when Babe’s hand wrapped around his dick. “Eager?” Billy teased. Babe gave him a hard pump in answer.

Billy kept control of his head, dragging that sexy red mouth across his chest, his abs. Bypassing his cock, he directed him to his thighs. Babe chuckled but laved the skin with his tongue.

Finally, Billy sat up a little higher and released his lover.

Babe pushed himself up on his hands, cocking his head in interest. “Kiss me,” Billy ordered. Babe obeyed. “Suck me,” Billy ordered. Babe obeyed.

Billy was proportionate. Tall, big feet, long legs, long arms. A big dick to match the rest of him.

Babe was so much smaller. Billy admired his size, rubbing one hand down the length of his spine. His hand almost spanned the breadth of his back. He would’ve been a lot for anyone to take.

But Babe, whom he loved, who loved him, dropped down and took him right into his throat in one sloppy suck. Billy rolled his head back. Babe bobbed on his length. His cockhead popped in and out of the tight ring of his throat- no gag reflex to speak of. Babe’s tongue rubbed in circles under his cock. Each time he slid him out of his mouth he pumped him with his hand before diving back in with a lusty little growl.

Babe’s mouth was almost too much, every time- every fucking time.

Billy pulled Babe’s mouth off him by the hair after less than 5 minutes of his rough throat fucking.

Billy grit out, “Turn around, baby.” Babe immediately brought his knees under him and twisted around.

Billy tossed a pillow and found the bottle of lube that had been rattling around in their bed. He wet two of his fingers and slid them right between Babe’s cheeks. Babe shuddered as he stroked over the entrance to his body, teasing until Babe started to writhe and gasp. He cupped Babe around the front of his throat and pulled him to his chest. At the same time he shoved two fingers inside. Babe yelped, immediately starting to thrust back into his hand, his body writhing against Billy’s. He turned his head and kissed his mouth. He timed the thrust of his tongue betwixt Babe’s lips with the plunges of his fingers. Babe shuddered under the stimulation. Billy leaned away, watching his lovers face as he fucked his greedy ass with his fingers. When he added a third finger, stretching him, Babe’s hips started to buck, his entire body to tremble. He gasped, eyes unfocused, pupils blown, mouth smeared with wetness and gaping open.

“Fuck- FUCK, Billy. So full.” Babe gasped. His hand made a desperate grab for his cock, stroked himself hard. “Fuck,” he whined, “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“You want to?”

For a second, he thought he might say yes. But then his eyes refocused. “No,” he pleaded. “No, I want you in me.”

“What is it? What do you want?” Billy teased. He spread his fingers in Babe, watched his eyes roll back.

“Put your fucking dick in me, Patchanon.” He snarled. Billy laughed.

“There he is, there’s my greedy Babe.” His fingers left Babe’s body. Babe wasted not a moment, lunging forward to snatch the bottle of lubricant. Twisting onto his hip he slicked it over Billy’s length. Billy kissed his cheek, his ear, his forehead.

Then he shoved him forward into the mattress. Babe arched his back, spread his knees. Looked back at Billy over his shoulder. “In me,” he demanded.

Billy grabbed his hip in one hand and put the other at the base of his spine, deepening his arch until his ass was presented in just the way he liked. “Come here, baby,” he growled, and slid into the smaller man with hardly any resistance at all.

Babe groaned brokenly as Billy finally sunk into his body. His body immediately began to quiver. “Fuck,” he whined, “fuck, that’s big.”

“Too big?” Billy teased.

“Perfect,” Babe said, nearly sobbed. “Give it all to me.”

“All, Babe?” Billy growled. He rocked Babe forward, retreating a few centimeters, then rocked him back down, giving him more. “You gonna take every bit of me?”

“I need it!” He bucked his hips back.

“Take it, then.” Billy growled, and yanked him upright against his chest again, dropping onto his heels. Creating a throne of his hips for Babe to sit on. Babe slapped his hands down onto Billy’s thighs and shoved his hips down. His ass engulfed Billy’s cock right to his balls. They both spat out curses.

Babe wasted no time. He lifted and dropped his weight. Their skin slapped. Babe took his hand off Billy’s thigh and shoved his fingers in Billy’s hair, gripping it hard, using him for leverage. He got up off his knees and used his feet to ride.

“Good boy,” Billy snarled. “Fucking bounce on it, baby.” Billy grabbed one of his nipples and started pulling, twisting. He striped up his throat with his tongue. Whispered filth in his ear- dirty, sexy things about how tight his ass was, how good it felt inside. Babe was releasing his sharp, trembling sobs, yanking Billy’s head. “Your ass was made to swallow this cock.” He bit right under his jaw. “This greedy ass. And this-” Billy’s hand surrounded Babe’s cock. “This leaking cock. You make me fucking crazy.”

“Harder, harder.” Babe begged, surging between Billy’s hips and hands.

“Can’t hold on anymore?”

“NO!”

“My turn, then.”

“N-” Billy grabbed his hips and shoved him right up and off, throwing him to his back. “No no no no-” Babe chanted.

“Don’t worry, I’m giving it back to you.” Billy grabbed his arms and crossed them over his belly, encapsulating them with one massive hand. He yanked Babe down and his cock was pressed against his entrance. WIth a roll of his hips, he was inside again. He wrapped his free hand over his shoulder.

“Let me GO Billy!” Babe snapped. Billy just laughed darkly.

“Fuck no. You’re gonna cum from your ass for me, baby. No dick stroking allowed.”

“FUCK YOU,” Babe shrieked, fighting to get his hands free. Billy yanked him down, with force, and their hips slammed together. It sent a shockwave of pleasure though Babe. He threw back his head and shouted, “SH- SHIT!”

“Good?”

“Deep!” Babe gasped. “So fucking deep.”

“That’s what I want,” Billy growled. “I wanna be so deep inside you that you’ll never get me out.” Billy bent over his lover, shoving his knees practically in his throat, covering him with his body, using his bulk against him. Bouncing him with his arms and hips and the momentum of their plush hotel mattress. Babe strained and sobbed, shuddering, jerking underneath him.

“More more more,” Babe begged.

“Gonna breed this ass, Babe. You’re gonna look so cute pregnant,” he teased breathlessly.

“Fucking- asshole-” Babe grunted.

Billy just released a wild laugh, pounding into his love until his moans turned into cries turned into shouts and Babe started biting his lip, trying to hold it in and that wouldn’t do at all so Billy covered his mouth with his hand and Babe was finally able to SCREAM, release all that built up tension into Billy’s palm and then he was cumming, cock untouched, sobbing into Billy’s palm, body bucking helplessly under the onslaught. Billy’s climax punched through him with something akin to violence. He pressed his mouth to the back of his own hand in something like a kiss for his love as he stifled his own shouts of pleasure. He rocked Babe’s body with his hands, using the tight clasp of his ass to wring out every ounce of his climax.

When Billy’s mind finally dropped out of its haze, he carefully unwound his limbs from Babe’s. Babe’s legs spread around his ribs, his hands twining around his neck. He pulled Billy’s mouth to his. They kissed, gentle now.

Billy got his knees under him and leaned back. He cupped Babe’s hips and gently retreated from his body. Babe shivered. When his cum dripped out of him, Billy caught it on his thumb and pressed it back inside.

Babe chuckled, strained, “You can fill me up as much as you like, tirak, but I still won’t get pregnant.”

Billy reached out and snatched a couple of tissues from a box on the side table. He mopped up Babe’s chest and belly. “All I heard was ‘fill me up as much as you like.’” He warned.

Babe laughed again. Billy yanked the pillow out from behind the headboard and plopped it down for their heads. Babe was nearly limp as Billy rolled him to his side and settled in behind him. He pulled Babe into his chest, surrounding him with his arms and legs and laying his cheek on his.

“I’m gonna let you sleep for a couple hours, Babe.”

Babe huffed a small laugh, “Only a few hours?”

“Mmm. I’m going to have you a few more times before morning.”

“You’re crazy.”

“You’re mine. And you prepped your cute little ass for me. Might as well make the most of it.”

“Then, let me go to sleep already.”

Billy laughed softly, but obliged.

The night deepened.

Billy came back to consciousness like he was rising up from the depths of the sea. It was so hot. He was damp with sweat, his skin sticking to Babe’s over every inch. He hadn’t even noticed earlier.

What had woken him?

It only took a moment of wondering. Babe shifted in his sleep again. He was rocking his hips. Billy, suspicious, reached his hand down. He chuckled. Babe must have been having a good dream. He was semi hard and rocking over Billy’s dick already. He could feel his damp asshole suckling at the head of his cock.

Well, no time like the present, Billy thought. He nuzzled Babe, dragged his fingertips across his skin. Babe woke, eyes fluttering open.

“Hmm?”

“I want you, tirak,” Billy whispered against the shell of his ear.

Babe hummed in satisfaction and simply lifted his knee, angling his hips. Billy leaned heavily against his back, lifting his knee up behind Babe’s. Reaching between them, he lined himself up and slid home. They both moaned quietly. “Sore?” Billy checked. Babe shook his head. Babe immediately picked back up the gentle rocking motion he’d been enacting in his sleep.

Billy pressed kisses to his upper back, his neck, his hair. He matched Babe’s rhythm. They kissed. They traded gasps and soft moans between their lips. Billy reached under Babe’s hips to take him in hand.

Billy came first, helpless against the feeling of Babe around him. Then he turned Babe toward him and moved down to take him in his mouth. Babe put his knee in the mattress, his fingers in Billy’s hair, and rode his mouth until his orgasm shivered through him, too. Billy swallowed every drop and sucked until Babe yanked him away.

The next time he woke to pleasure it was when the sun was just coming up.

The sun warmed Billy’s feet and legs first, as he settled them on the floor at the end of the bed. Then Babe’s knees, where they were fastened around Billy’s hips. Then Babe’s ass, cupped in Billy’s hand, as it rose and fell slowly- so achingly slowly- a languid, almost lazy ride. The buttery morning light glittered off the ring on Billy’s hard where it clasped his lover’s waist. The matching ring on Babe’s hand, which lay dangling loosely over Billy’s shoulders, sent little fractures of light off the ceiling.

The sun consecrated Billy’s lips and the words of love that formed on them.

The sun kissed the mole under Babe’s left eye, and Billy did too.

And when the sun hit Babe’s eyes they shown with a tear and that, too, was holy.