Asmo's Love

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“COLIN.”

His hot breath, his sticky sweat, those bittersweet moans… All of them got me easily hooked into the intensifying rhythm of possessing David. I want him all, I wanted him all to myself. And as these raunchy thoughts gradually overwhelmed my muddled brain, I began thrusting faster and harder with blistering need with no mercy. I was completely switched out of my sanity as I felt my d**k getting sucked deeper into his tight hole, leaving me wanting for more.

“David, David, David…”

My chants were getting much raspier and louder as I pushed further, basking into the warmth that continued to fogged out my thoughts. His fair white skin glowed against the moonlight, illuminating from the glass windows of our bedroom, and the sight had me drooling over the enticing view of him under me. I moved my hands over his back and gripped the soft cheeks of his bottom with my tanned fingers. Driven by a sudden force of severe possessiveness, I scratched him so roughly, making sure to leave my marks all over his body. I wanted him to be just mine—just mine, alone.

“Colin, harder! Please…”

I smacked a cheek with a hard slap and the sound echoed loudly across the room. David moaned at the sudden sensation and I felt my hand stinging afterward. I gripped his ass again, biting my lip with desire. His sounds getting wilder as I go faster and his shaking body got me even more turned on.

“Harder. Much harder!”

I bowed over him and continued to thrust even deeper. The sudden shift in my position gave me a smoother entrance and I ruthlessly moved in and out of his tight ass, getting more intoxicated by the wet slippery feeling sucking my c**k into a snug fit. Panting heavily, I inhaled his scent and ran my nose over the length of his lean back shoulders. I eventually succumbed to his whispered demands, eating every murmur of his words with my aggressive mouth. His taste gave me a heady bliss as it pushed me to lick for more. He never stopped, and he never tried to push back. He had always been so soft and too submissive when we do this. And the more he just let me control over the s*x, the harder I just wanted to bend him in all kinds of positions, over and over—breaking and eating him until every inch of his soul, his body, his wholeness will finally belong to me.

“You are f*****g beautiful.”

My words glided down his skin in slow gentle kisses running from the side of his head down to his smooth nape. Colin writhed aggressively beneath my touches, and every rough and tender contact we shared only made our overflowing lust intensified with more need. I never really thought of s*x to be this extremely addicting before. But after I did it with David and finally got a taste of him, I soon discovered an entirely erotic world filled with forbidden desires and irrational attachment for a never-before c****x that I had never gotten before. Now, I don’t think I could ever really live my life satisfyingly without having it anymore…

But only if it was with Colin. I can’t really imagine myself doing this with anybody else besides him.

But what if it’s Tina?

“Colin?”

I collapsed on top of David, completely drained out of energy after cumming so hard. I quickly retired into a moveless heap, unable to get off above him. I was still buried deep inside his ass with my c*m filling out of the condom wrapped around my d**k while some of it had slowly trickled down our entangled legs. I soon felt David crawling out under my heavy exhausted weight and struggled to get me off. I kept panting as I tried to reawaken myself back to reality. As I adjusted to my foggy vision, I finally saw David’s beautiful face frowning down at me. He had managed to remove himself underneath my body and had laid on his side beside me. His hair had been soaked with dripping sweat and it fell on his forehead in a tangling mess. I gazed up to his eyes that were staring at me in a worried crease.

“You okay?” he asked breathlessly and I limply reached up to run my fingers on the side of his cheek.

“David?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” I muttered the words in a soft whisper with my breath still fanning out in short quick gasps from my mouth. I want him to look at me like that. I want him to look only at me, like that.

“I love you,” I repeated again.

What if it’s Tina?

Please, no. I shoved that disgusting thought away. Just stop.

“I love you, David. Just you.” I still continued, forcing every unwanted question that had popped inside my head out of my thoughts.

“I know that already, you silly,” David grinned down, oblivious of my worried mind as he just chuckled back with his hand moving up to touch my face. His fingers begun to dance around my ear and I closed my eyes and let his subtle touches console me back to my real self. I don’t want anyone else. I just want David. No one. Not ever.

“I love you too, Colin.”

Like a trigger, his words immediately had me pulling him down to my chest. I kissed the top of his head, forgetting everything else. Just his body against mine, his scent within my reach, and our sweat mixing together. That was all I needed. There will be nothing else that could ever sway me away from wanting this.

“You’re really weird,” David cheekily uttered against my breast after a moment. His voice had sounded funny but I just ignored it, sighing with utter satisfaction. “Are you sure you're okay?”

Was I okay?

I just felt worn out. I nodded over his head as a response, not even minding to voice it out anymore. I only held him closer with my arms, circling his entire softness into a tight embrace. It took a few more minutes before I felt David relaxing down into a deep slumber. His hot breaths continued to leave warm kisses against my chest and I continued to hold him against me, feeling calmer.

It was at that moment that I started to look back at my troubled thoughts again. What is wrong with me? Why am I suddenly feeling confused? What is happening? These questions began to play inside my head. I don’t even know why I was even feeling conflicted about it. I already have David.

I have my band. I have ambitions. I’m already on my way to achieving all of my big dreams. So what were the troubling feelings all about? I don’t need them. I can only be with one person, and the person I loved the most is already here in my arms.

“I love you, David,” I whispered again to his sleeping form, like a firm reminder to myself. “I only love you. Just you alone.”

Yet, it still felt like some kind of a desperate plea.