Ethan dug the balls of his feet into the carpet, literally bending to Finn’s will. A little more concaved, he pressed harder into the boy beneath him. Ethan kissed along Finn’s thigh, his chest glistening with sweat. “Ah yeah…you want me to go harder, baby?”
“H-harder!” Finn swooned. Ethan happily adhered to such a wish, and soon the sound slapping of their skin echoed against the empty walls of the room, challenged only by the rising tenor of Finn’s pleasure, and the squeaking springs of the mattress. Ethan panted like a bull. Pushing forward, nearly folded Finn in half.
Finn bounced up and down on the bed, his fingers gripping the sheet so hard he nearly ripped it. “Oh yeah! Yes…yes! Ooooh!” He could feel himself get closer and closer to that peek of bliss. “I-I’m gonna-! I’m gonna-!”
