𐚁⊹₊ ⋆ — 𝓛𝓪𝔀𝓼𝓸𝓷

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⠀ ⠀ 𝙄 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 , 𝙄 𝙆𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 .
𝙎𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝘼𝙨 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 .

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— heavy sack had successfully tinted nox's taint a light pink from the repetitive thrusts, smacking skin against each other with such force, and love.

"let me see it, babydoll.. let me see you cum,"

waylon would squeeze harshly around nox's length, just to get a reaction out of him, which he knew would work. he knows nox's body well, better than most would imagine after just meeting someone.

"mhm? mm.. shit," releasing a heavy sigh, tilting his head back as his —

"mmh. fuck— yeah, y'like that, baby?"

laughing breathlessly, hips snapping forward to smack harshly against the bottoms of nox's thighs.

swooning to himself over the pathetic little noises coming from his lover— that cute bedhead still very apparent.

sweat drips from his temple, eyes briefly rolling back as nox's walls attempt to milk him once more— glands still rather sensitive.

his hand slides up along nox's chest, and wraps gently around the base of his throat, squeezing lightly.

— bounces.

waylon's cock is already aching from his orgasm only a few minutes ago, burning hot inside of nox's warm walls.

he moves one of his hands to the arm of the couch to grip onto it, balancing himself as his other hand wraps gently around his lover's length— pumping along to the rhythm of their —

— man against his thrusts.

lennox had a strange effect on him, he'd been asked out by fans before but — ending up in the bathroom with one only 20 minutes after meeting had never happened before. and now, he'd just spent the night.

his hands find nox's hips, grasping onto them as he finds his pace, bouncing the other —

he chuckles sweetly against nox's lips, pulling away just slightly to rest his forehead against his partner's.

"i adore you," whispering sweetly, turning his head to kiss nox's cheek. hips rocking slowly to start.

"good,"

waylon speaks sweetly against nox's lips, using his hands to guide the smaller man's legs around the singer's middle, letting them rest against his hips as he finally breaks the barrier between them. sliding in with relative ease, despite lennox's tightness.

waylon touches lightly against nox's hand as it rests over his cheek, while his free hand is busy helping his length gently prod over the other's entrance.

"nox, i want you to come with me—" pausing. "on the rest of my tour. and obviously now." chuckling.

waylon grunts softly as he sits up straight, tugging his shirt up and off the rest of the way, tossing it onto the pile of clothes gathered on the floor.

"fuck, look at you. you're beautiful." he emits a small chuckle, leaning over to slide between nox's legs. already stiffened again.

waylon grunts as his hips attempt to continue pumping out that seed, riding out his orgasm as nox continued to stroke — until he pulled away completely.

"christ ...—" panting softly, and shaking his head as his length twitches, dripping still. "fuck, i need you,"

god, that sounded like heaven and hell, all at the same time.

he doesn't have much of a say anyway, — he is practically throwing waylon into the wall that is his orgasm. the singer gasps out softly, hips sputtering in rhythm as his cock finally starts shooting off through a series of noisy moans.

scoffing lightly, as if he isn't on the verge of unraveling. waylon's breath hitches slightly, eyes watering as he manages a grin.

"h.. hey— don't you worry, sweetheart. i've got a few in the — mmhn..! — *chaMber." his voice just cracked.

'baby', that sounded so sweet coming from that pretty mouth. his cheeks were flushed, eyebrows knitted together in desperation as he responds with a nod.

"fuck —,, yeah, please,"

— nox's lips as they met his base.

he'd be—.. pleasantly* surprised. and ecstatic.

a gentle hand caresses at the back of nox's skull, but applies little to no pressure against him, letting the smaller man take the reins for now.

though, he did start to gently roll his hips up against —

— thumb over a sensitive nipple. the sensation alone has his tip leaking thick precum into lennox's mouth.

waylon's fully prepared to ask nox to come with him for the remainder of his tour. he didn't want to leave, — but obviously, he had to. if nox declined ,, he's come back as soon as it was done.

his shirt is lifted further, one of waylon's hands palming over his toned chest, brushing his —

waylon's chest sinks a bit as he gasps out loud, body immediately tensing up as soon as nox surrounds his aching cock with that warm, soft mouth of his.

"mmh, fuck.. yeah, baby. that's your fuckin' dick, huh?"

waylon props himself up lightly against his elbows, briefly adjusting to lift his shirt just a bit, exposing his toned abdomen to lennox.

"oh.. mm, look at those pretty lips .."

his jaw clenches, and his leans his head back lightly against the couch cushion below them both—

member aching, throbbing within nox's grasp.waylon's mouth falls slack, those blue irises focusing intently up on nox.

he'd pull away from their kiss to emit a quiet groan as nox reaches for his length—

"christ, yeah. — 'yer pretty good at that, sweetheart."

his hand gropes selfishly against nox's rear, squeezing firmly as his tongue presses past his lover's brims.

"mmh.. fuck," he curses softly in that quiet twang of his, huffing as his erection struggles inside of his sweatpants.

"yeah, seems like it. c'mere. let me kiss you."

mumbling, flirtatious little gaze behind his eyes as he peers up at nox— using one of his hands to give the smaller male's ass a slap.

"mm."

chuckling softly, gently rolling his hips upwards against nox's ass, sliding his hands down past his waistband.

"dunno. maybe we could get some breakfast?"

grunting quietly, sliding both of his hands down to gently palm over nox's rear, returning that brief kiss.

"i got a show tomorrow, y'wanna come?"