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Post by Max on Aug 26, 2011 4:49:37 GMT -5
Sora moved on top of him again, their lips still just barely touching. The blonde pulled at his boxers, sliding them down and ridding himself of his shoes, as well. Sora made a fist in the sheet, rolling his hips forward against Max's lower abdomen.
The blonde boy moaned, "Maxxie," and bit down on his lip. Max had never seen something so hot in his life. It was just as he imagined it would be when he had jerked off to the thought of Sora panting his name, but this was better, a million times better.
With the button of his jeans already flicked open, zipper pulled down as well, Max lifted his hips, hands moving from Sora's body long enough for him to shove his jeans and boxers down over his hips, leaving the brunette to kick them off the rest of the way.
Max's hands flew back to Sora's face, grabbing at him and bringing him closer to kiss him again, thrusting his hips upward. There was nothing separating them anymore. "Sora," Max broke their kiss, his boyfriend's name escaping him louder this time.
That's when Max began to get nervous. He kept himself from looking down, wondering if Sora was going to laugh at his sudden childish shyness. He blushed again, whimpering and shutting his eyes, the fluttering and twisting in his stomach reminding him of their first kiss but this time... this time Max could feel so much more.
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Post by andou on Aug 26, 2011 5:22:33 GMT -5
The younger boy kicked off his jeans, freeing himself, and took a hold of Sora's face for the umpteenth time today. The same primal surge of yearning shot through him as his lips pressed against Max's.There was nothing in his way anymore, no stupid boxers, or zippers, or buttons. It was just him and Max. The young boy thrust upward, touching him for the first time.
He grunted, dropping his head to the younger boy's shoulder and muffling a moan. His hips continued to move slowly against Max, every stroke sending searing shots of lust through his body. He bit down of the boy's neck, as his name filled the air. "Sora" His eyes rolled back as he repeated that sound in his head. How many times had he imagined this exact moment? The number escaped him at the moment, consumed with the thought of how much better the real thing felt.
All of this grinding was maddening. Sitting up, he straddled the boy, reaching across his body to tear his shirt off. His grin stretched from ear to ear, as he slowly slipped his hands under Max's sweatshirt, and over his head, leaving panels of his chest exposed. Sora grabbed at himself, stroking gently before placing it between Max's thighs, "Maxxie... it's going to hurt at first." The blonde warned, apologetically, "Tell me if it hurts too much okay?"
His own butterflies had formed in Sora's stomach. He was giddy, practically drunk with happiness, and... nervous. He didn't know that he could be nervous before sex... but right now, he really was. The older boy didn't want to hurt his boyfriend, but from the other times he had done this... the guys really seemed to like it after the first few seconds. He hoped the same for Max.
Sora took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow as he prepared himself. With one slow and gentle push, he was in. He blue eyes darted to Max's face and he leaned down, placing his elbows next to the younger boy's head, and kissed him softly. "M-Maxxie." He groaned as he gingerly rocked his hips. He could feel the other boy as he moved, rubbing against his abs, and Sora grinned. Oh yes, the real thing was a hell of a lot better.
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Post by Max on Aug 26, 2011 10:10:32 GMT -5
The blonde sat up, but with Max's eyes closed, he had no clue what Sora was doing until his hands slipped underneath Max's hoodie, pushing up his stomach and chest and pulling the shirt over the younger boy's head.
"Maxxie... it's going to hurt at first." Sora told him, "Tell me if it hurts too much okay?"
He had expected as much. They'd discussed it once or twice, and even though Max really was ready for this, he had never been a big fan of being in pain. But this was Sora, and this was sex with Sora. The younger boy knew Sora had no intention of hurting him, and any form of pain this brought the boy would gladly be endured.
Above him, the blonde took a deep breath. Max dragged his eyes open again, raking over his boyfriend's body. Sora was so fucking hot that it was sometimes hard to look at for Max. This was one of those times -- his hair clinging to his forehead and his cheeks a faint pink -- but Max didn't dare look away from him.
The blonde moved again, and, before Max even registered what he was doing, Sora was inside him, all hot and painful and fucking perfect. The older boy's eyes were on him as he leaned down, placing a soft kiss on the Max's lips.
"M-Maxxie." Sora moaned, his voice muffled by Max's lips. The blonde made another strangled cry and he pressed himself forward. Max rubbed against his stomach, his hands traveling to Sora's back, digging his nails into the blonde's skin and dragging his fingers downward, inevitably leaving angry red marks behind on him.
Groaning, the words coming out as a mixture of Sora's name and the word 'fuck,' she younger boy squirmed, rocking his hips against Sora, not knowing how to ask for more, but definitely wanting it. Max ground down on Sora again, trying in vain to spark up some sort of friction. "Nngh -- S-Sora, fuck..."
The pain was gone in an instant, now Max just wanted Sora to move. The brunette wanted to say something, to put his lips to the blonde's ear an whisper something dirty, but he was too unsure of himself. Instead, Max kissed Sora again, pushing his tongue into the blonde's mouth and whimpering against him.
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Post by andou on Aug 26, 2011 23:44:28 GMT -5
Sora never thought that having feelings for the person you were having sex with could actually enhance the feeling. He truly believed it was all about perfecting the action rather than feeling anything toward the partner. It's all the same if you closed your eyes. Oh God was he wrong. This experience was completely foreign to the blonde. He loved Max, and every movement he made was to spell that out for him.
Max's reactions fed to Sora's hunger. Christ, he's so cute. he thought, staring down at the younger boy. Dark brown clumps of hair stuck to his forehead, groans and whimpers escaping him as Sora rolled his hips into his.
Another grin split the third year's face, as he felt Max grinding back into him. The brunette was enjoying as much as he was, his stomach jumped with joy. He could make Max feel good, and he knew that no one else could. The feeling itself made him ecstatic. "Holy fu..." He groaned almost inaudibly to himself.
Max felt so tight, warm and.... the fucking greatest thing he had ever felt. His heart fluttered and his flesh burned, to get closer to him -- if that was possible. "Nngh -- S-Sora, fuck..." the younger boy moaned, kissing him again. He grabbed at Max's hair, needing to deepen the kiss, needing more. Sora snarled, picking up the pace. His hips knocked against Max's with a quicker rhythm. Sora bit down on the second year's lip, enticing him to moan. Say my name again.
His hand snaked free from Max's hair, and dragged his nails down Max's torso and to his hips. He took Max in his hand and began to rub it, his thrusting never slowing. The older boy groaned into his boyfriends mouth, his kiss getting sloppier by the second. It didn't matter though. He was fucking Max, and any other thought was obsolete. "Hey Maxxie," he whispered, his hips slowing and his forehead pressing against Max's, "I love you."
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Post by Max on Aug 27, 2011 1:04:34 GMT -5
Growling, Sora began to move at an amazing and maddening pace, the brunette's breath catching as his boyfriend stretched and filled him so completely. Max could feel his own heartbeat shaking his body, or, maybe, it was Sora's heartbeat he could feel. The blonde's hand grabbed at Max's hair, pulling himself closer to him and biting at his lip. You really like doing that, don't you?
Max moaned into the blonde's mouth, his earlier words flitting through the younger boy's mind. Their tongues pressed together as Max parted Sora's lips again. Fuck. Max dropped back on to the pillow, away from the kiss, repeating the blonde's name. Mumbling 'Sora' until he was caught between remembering how to breathe and trying to actually say something other than his boyfriend's name.
The older boy's hand pulled free from Max's hair, nails scraping down his side and across his hips. Sora wrapped his fingers around Max, and it felt as if he was barely there -- all gentle and feather light, fingertips on skin. Max made a more insistent noise, digging his fingers in to the flesh on Sora's back and pushing up to resume their kiss.
Sora's hips slowed, but his hand continued to stroke the brunette boy, his grip tighter now and making Max squirm. It was becoming too much for him to handle all at once. His skin was hot, and Sora's hands only scorched him more. The younger boy had never felt anything so fan-fucking-tastic before in his life.
"Hey Maxxie," his boyfriend whispered, their foreheads sicking together. "I love you."
The brunette shuddered hard, his eyes opening again and blinking up at Sora, who was stroking him so fucking perfectly that Max's only real focus was how to keep his hips rocking in time with the blonde's hand. Their rhythm was making Max want to fall apart.
"I love you, Sora," Max moaned, his hand moving to tug at the hair at the nape of his boyfriend's neck. "So much. I love you so much."
Max arched his back, swinging his head around to press his lips to the older boy's neck, sucking on his feverish skin. The brunette's chest was flush against Sora's, their heartbeats and breathing becoming indistinguishable from one another.
"Fuck, Sora." The boy moaned, dragging out the last syllable of the blonde's name. He was so close to tipping completely over the edge, but held back as best as he possibly could. Max didn't want this whole ordeal to be sloppy and quick, but with Sora moving in and out of him at a much slower pace, and his hand tugging at Max, the brunette didn't know how much longer he would last.
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Post by andou on Aug 28, 2011 3:33:11 GMT -5
Max would probably never understand how much his reactions turned him on. Every single expression, every mumbled 'Sora', every breathless moan, it just added to the ecstasy. It took everything in him to physically restrain himself from going too hard on the second year. He liked rough sex, and by the way that Max was reacting to his movement, Sora could tell he would like it too... but roughness was no fun for a first timer. He wanted Max to remember his first time as a good experience, not 'that time where Sora hurt his virgin boyfriend.'
Anyway, it was good enough, being so wonderfully close to Max. He was finally 'one' with the boy, and he couldn't imagine ever being this close with anyone else. Ever again. No, no one else would do. If it wasn't Max, it didn't matter.
"I love you, Sora. So much. I love you so much." The boy moaned, pulling at the back of his neck.
Max pulled himself up and pressed his lips to the blonde's neck, sucking on it gently. A wave of heat crashed over him and his arms gave out for a second. "Nnggh," Sora whimpered, steadying his arms. His weak spot. Max had found his fucking weak spot. The one spot on the boy's body that made liquids of his insides. Fuuuucccccccck. he thought, biting down on his lip, muffling his groans.
"Fuck, Sora." The younger boy moaned, pulling his lips away from Sora's neck.
He laughed, his lips curling into a smirk, "You already are." He couldn't help it... he needed to make a joke. If he didn't, he wouldn't be Sora.
Letting go of Max, he tucked his hands under the smaller boy, and raised his back off of the bed easily. He knew the young boy had to be close to his peak, and surprisingly enough Sora thought he might be too, With a short breath, he pushed deep into Max slowly, as if not to hurt him; the tightness swallowing him whole as he pulled down on Max's shoulders. A strangled sound of pleasure slipped from his lips, as he began to move himself in and out with the same depth, "Is this ... okay... Maxxie?" The blonde panted, their foreheads knocking together lightly.
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Post by Max on Aug 28, 2011 12:02:14 GMT -5
The brunette buried his face in the crook of Sora's neck, clinging to his shoulders as Sora continued to stroke him, his hips moving at a much slower pace than before. Max pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, whimpering against his boyfriend's neck.
Not even once had Max imagined such a rush of such perfect, amazing, fuck-hot feelings hitting him so hard all at once. He was so fucking close that holding back was starting to become a chore. Max had visualized almost this exact scenario more than once over the past two weeks, and, every time, it ended quickly with him gripping in vain at the shower tiles, groaning the blonde's name as he came. With Sora acting as the star of every single one of Max's fantasies, he never lasted very long. It was fucking embarrassing.
Above him, Sora laughed softly. "You already are." The blonde joked, his voice still low and hot and causing Max to writhe against him. Even in the middle of something like this -- Max losing his virginity to the boy he loved with his entire heart -- Sora was still Sora.
Max bit down on the skin he had been sucking at, pulling away to kiss the blonde again, grinning. "You're an ass," the younger boy mumbled against Sora's lips. He was an ass, one of the many things Max loved him for. The brunette did not, however, love it when Sora's hand left him. Max whined, looking up at the blonde with his lips folded, eyes asking him why, but Sora gave him no answer.
Instead, he lifted Max's hips off of the bed, taking a shallow breath. The younger boy watched him, squirming from the sudden need to have Sora's hands on him again. The blonde paused in whatever he was planning for a moment, his hands moving up to rest on Max's shoulders. He pushed himself deeper in to the brunette boy, thrusting in to him and just barely pulling out before he thrust in to him again.
Sora groaned, "Is this ... okay... Maxxie?" Their foreheads pressed together.
The dark-haired boy gasped, followed quickly by a moan louder than he thought he could possibly manage, muffling the sounds against Sora's lips. He had never felt anything so good before. He shuddered, nearly convulsing, his nails digging in to the blonde's shoulders and running up the side of his neck.
"Nngh!" Max gasped for a second time, Sora's hips moving at that maddening pace again. "God, you feel so fucking perfect, Sora." Max groaned, his eyes shut tight. The brunette's back arched, pressing him closer to Sora. He moaned again, his muscles beginning to shake and his breathing picking up. Max was close -- so goddamn close -- but he didn't want to stop yet.
Sora pushed into him again, the pleasure masking whatever pain Max might have felt. His moans were strangled, only half of them escaping, and his grip on the blonde boy intensified. If it hadn't been Sora, Max knew this would have probably reduced him to tears, but everything felt so good. Max would laugh at himself again for being masochistic later. Right now, with Sora's hips pressed down hard on his, the blonde panting above him, Max could barely remember his own name, let alone what the word 'masochistic' even meant.
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Post by andou on Aug 31, 2011 3:55:13 GMT -5
Max's head buried in his neck, his fingers digging into his skin, his teeth scraping against his skin, everything about this night was going perfectly. Sora could have done without the initial drama, but things had turned into this so... he was satisfied.
With that last daring move, Sora was scared that he had hurt the boy in his arms. He almost didn't want to hear the answer to his question, terrified that Max might look at him with painful eyes. He would never be able to forgive himself. Hurting Max wasn't an option, and the way that he just decided to fill the boy completely... it could have been a painful experience. Thankfully, that wasn't the case.
The dark haired second year's reaction was exactly what Sora was hoping for, filled with pleasure. "God, you feel so fucking perfect, Sora." The moaning was music to the blonde's ears, and his his hips moved nimbly in and out of Max, driving himself insane. Every thrust sent him to a new level of bliss. He was so close... so fucking close.. but not yet. Max first.
"Maxxie, you have no idea how good you..." -- groans, tightening his grip on the boy's shoulders -- "Feel." He picked up the boy, still inside of him and pressed his back against the wall which was close by, thankfully. With the wall for support, Sora was able to grab a hold of Max again, pumping at him as he ground into him. The boy grinned before slamming his lips against Max's feverishly parting his lips.
Sora couldn't get enough. He wanted more, but... what else could he have? Well... he had a free hand, now that the wall was helping him out. That free hand, ran down Max's sweating body, nails scraping gently against his feverish skin and down to his thighs. He wanted to touch every part of Max, he wanted to feel it all. He needed it all.
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Post by Max on Aug 31, 2011 5:25:23 GMT -5
The blonde boy gripped Max's shoulders tighter, attempting to speak around groans and pants. "Maxxie, you have no idea how good you feel." He shifted them, picking Max up easily and pressing his back against the wall. Sora grinned, kissing him hard and prying open his lips. Max kissed him back, his movements just as quick and feverish. He moaned into his boyfriend's mouth, their tongues moving together in near perfect sync again.
Max felt Sora's fingers wrap around him once more, stroking him faster than he had before. The older boy's free hand scrapped across Max's sides and moved down to his thighs. Max whimpered against Sora's lips, his fingers digging in to the boy's flesh again. Sora thrust into him at a much quicker pace, their hipbones knocking together and sounding faintly like xylophones.
The dark-haired boy had never felt anything so amazing -- Sora's hands on him and Sora inside of him at the same time-- before in his life. He had no desire for it to end -- ever, never end -- but with everything that Sora was doing to him, Max couldn't... he just... couldn't.
He came quick after that, his orgasm so blinding that it made his hands shake and his back arch off of the wall, because Sora was panting his name exactly like he had imagined and Max was so god damn overwhelmed. His hips jerked up against the blonde's hand as Sora stroked him through his release, and Max was partially aware that he had never come that hard in his life. He nearly screamed the blonde boy's name, but bit down hard on his lower lip to muffle the sounds as best as he could. His vision went blank for a moment, his entire body locking up as his orgasm moved through him, sinking down into the deepest part of his bones. It lasted longer than Max was used to, and when he relaxed back down against the wall, his muscles burned pleasantly from use.
Pulling Sora in for another sloppy kiss, the brunette smirked lazily at him. He trailed kisses down from Sora's jaw to his neck, sucking hard on the skin he had already left a mark on. "Sora," he whispered against his neck, "Your turn."
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Post by andou on Aug 31, 2011 6:20:21 GMT -5
He was almost there. The blinding hot feeling of pressure was building up in his gut, and it was going to happen whether he wanted it too or not. It was almost an unspoken rule to Sora, he couldn't cum first. Yeah, his stupid pride, but... he just couldn't. But holding back might actually kill him.
Max was his savior, yet again. The boy tightened and throbbed in his hand, spewing onto his hand, and as a trademark, Sora grinned lifting his hand up to his lips to lick his hand clean. The brunette seemed to very much enjoy his stroking, his eyes were closed, muffling his own moans, and Sora couldn't think of a time where he had seen something so incredibly hot.
His boyfriend never ceased to surprise him. The boy shot him a smirk, and kissed down his to his neck, every kiss scorching his skin. The sucking on his neck cause him to groan, louder than he wanted to, "Fuuuuuuuuuucc.....Maxxie..." The blonde finished the sentence with a grunt.
"Sora, your turn."
And indeed it was. With one last thrust, Sora came, releasing himself into the boy. Every muscle burned with such intensity that he couldn't help it as he moaned into Max's shoulder. A white hot heat passed through the older boy. It almost felt like he was stuck by lightening, except instead of pain there was only bliss. Each limb tingled with electricity and he twitched a little, ecstasy and satisfaction flowing through his veins before his muscles could relax. There was no way that any orgasm could have ever compare to this.
Breathless and still buzzing, the boy wiped his brow, pushing away lank blonde strands from his damp forehead. "Maxxie...." He pulled out and just rested on the younger boy, completely wiped out. "I...I love you."
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