I agree. Its Lazy as fuck.
Litany knelt down on the cold tile floor and cupped Tryps ass with his hands, gently spreading his cheeks apart and circling the sensitive ridges with his tongue, swirling it around the ring of muscle. Tryptamine felt the delicious wet warmth of Litany's tongue and instinctively tried to clench. Litany made an amused noise but kept a firm hold on his ass, plunging his tongue deeper, and turned his face sideways to dip his tongue slowly in and out.
Tryptamine felt his already throbbing cock twitch suddenly as Litany gave one more long languid lick over his puckered entrance before spitting on and pushing two fingers inside. Tryp stiffened and hissed at the sudden intrusion, but didn’t complain. Litany slid them in and out, slowly and smoothly, slightly scissoring them and enjoying the way Tryp arched his back against him.
Litany paused, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, curling a hand around tryp’s hip. Rising up from the floor, He spat on on his dick, using his hand to mix the cum and spit on his dick and slowly pushes in. Its almost too fucking much and Litany rocks his hips shallowly, although there’s nothing he’d rather do than to fuck into Tryp roughly, making him take it, feel it. But Tryptamine is breathing heavily already and his slim body trembling and Litany hopes its from pleasure.
The next thrust, as shallow as it is, sends sparks of pleasure down Tryps’s spine, making him groan, as Litanys fingers dig into his hips, pulling back against him. He moves with him easily, like he was made for this, and Litany’s body reacts without permission, harshly thrusting his hips forward.
It draws a sound from Tryps lips that makes it impossible to feel bad for it, breathless and somewhere in between pain and pleasure; Litany does it again, slides his hand from the Tryp’s hip to cup his cock, finding it hard and leaking. It twitches against Litanys palm, the man’s inner walls contracting around his cock and making him thrust back into that delicious warmth again, a vicious cycle.
Litany rolled his hips a little bit more slowly, making Tryptamine feel his girth. Tryp gasped and jerked forward rubbing his cock against Litany’s palm, leaving a slick trail of precum across his skin. Litany pulls out of Tryp slowly, only to fuck back into him, the friction and tight clench of Tryp’s body around his shaft enough to make him lose a fraction of his mind.
After that, it’s primal needs and basic urges and Litany setting a rhythm that is infinitely less gentle, more hard and fast, pulling the other man back against him.
With every of his thrusts, Litany gives Tryps cock a stroke, which is enough to draw the most breathless sounds from Tryptamine, ones he most likely isn’t even aware of. The moans spur Litany on, heighten the pleasure every time he fucks into Tryptamine, until it is impossible to even keep the punishing rhythm he allowed himself before.
Tryp allows himself to get lost in the steady rhythm Litany has set, eyes falling shut and his whole world reduced to feeling, to listening to the slap of flesh against flesh and his and Litany ’s broken moans.
Litany almost misses it when Tryptamine comes, spurting into his hand, Tryps body clenching around him and making Litany moan harshly, it only takes another few thrusts to push Litany over the edge as well. His orgasm is intense, pleasure exploding inside of him and washing through him from his cock to his fingertips, his toes.
He fucks Tryptamine right through it, ploughing into his ass and feel his hot cum with each thrust after a minute it takes all he has not to fall to the floor in a boneless heap. He pulls out, and presses his forehead against Tryptamines back and watches, fascinated with the way his cum slides out, dripping down onto Tryps thighs.
Tryp is breathing loudly through his teeth, and then gives a shuddering laugh.
What the fuck.
At 2am, Tryp is kneeling and sealing his soft lips around the head of Litany's cock, suckling on it softly, his tongue teasing the slit. Litany was still soft, but Tryptamine didn't seem to mind, he brought one hand up to cup Lit's balls, massaging them, and then pulling away from Litany's cock to lave his tongue down the shaft instead, pressing a series of open-mouthed kisses to the head.
Every little ministration caused more blood to rush down to make Lit’s cock harden, stretching Tryp’s lips filthily around its girth. It’s a sight that would cause a saint’s resolve to crumble, and Litany was anything but that. He ran his fingers into Tryps unruly hair, and pulled him off his cock with a moan and an loud 'pop'.
Tryps swollen lips were still parted when Litany pushed his thumb into his mouth.“Your mouth was the first thing I noticed," Litany whispered as Tryp sucked on his thumb, and swirled his tongue around the pad.
Litany pulled away to push his trousers further down around his feet, and then stepped just a little bit closer to feed Tryp his cock, inch for inch, until he could feel the head hit the back of Tryp’s throat. His mouth was hot and slick around him, His tongue pressed against the underside of Litany’s shaft, teasing the vein there with every slide of his cock. Litany took a moment to just enjoy the feeling, before he pulled back until only the head was still inside of Tryps’s mouth.
He grasped at the Tryps unruly hair, coarse dark brown strands between his calloused fingers, and used his grip on it to pull him forward again, sinking back into the tantalising heat of his mouth. Tryp gags a bit but doesn’t try to pull back, and it makes the second thrust into his mouth so much sweeter.
Litany doesn’t keep it gentle, just slow enough to give Tryp enough time to get used to it before Litany allows himself to pick up the pace, causing the first tears to well up in the other mans eyes. Still, Tryptamine allows it, allows Litany to thrust his hips while he pulls him forward, doubling the force and making the pleasure so much more intense.
It draws a moan from Litany, long and low, and Tryptamine can feel a heat down in his belly, the way his cock twitches when Litany pulls out and fucks rapidly back into his welcoming mouth, causing him to gag a bit from the force, the muscles of his throat to convulse around Litanys shaft in the best of ways and the next thrust is harder still and Litany forces his cock even farther down his throat.
There are low, desperate sounds coming from Tryps stuffed mouth which Litany ignores easily in favor of setting a fast pace, every thrust just a little bit rougher than the one before.
Litany knows he'll ruin Tryp and he wants to hear what damage his cock has caused with every word the man utters the next morning.
Litany breathes out in between thrusts, giving Tryptamine a second to breathe before he fucks back into his mouth. Letting go of the mans hair, he cups his hand around Tryps throat instead, feeling the outline of his cock with every particularly brutal thrust.
It’s easy to lose himself, and Litany does, slowing down just enough to give Tryp a break to breathe. Tears and spit dampen the skin of his hand, and yet Tryp doesn't struggle, but the slight panicked whimper makes Litany want to fuck him that much harder and it’s what pushes Litany over the edge in the end – a sound he fucks back into tryps throat that should have been a plea, Tryptamine’s throat constricting around his cock and that second in which Tryps body wants to fight, before he controls himself and gives himself over to Litany’s mercy.
Litany spills down the man’s throat with a choked off groan, holding Tryp in place until the muscles of his throat have milked every drop of come from him, only then letting go.
And Tryp stays where he is, like he has forgotten how it feels to move on his own volition; He looks dazed, his lips swollen and red, spit and cum smeared across his chin.
Litany gently put his hand on Tryps chin as if to pull him up and Tryp follows, standing on on shaky legsand his face flushed a pretty red that reached down to his shoulders. Litany appreciated the way Tryptamines cock twitched and turned him around, bending him over the faux leather couch.
The first time they meet, it’s in a trap house. Tryptamine is crouched over the body of some dumb fuck that OD'd, trying to find a pulse, when he feels the press of a hand against his shoulder, the hand pulls at his shirt and suddenly hes sprinting down a dark street next to a man with light brown hair, a beauty mark on his chin and a bloody nose.
The second time they meet, its in a pub and the bartender stares at at him for a minute like he's trying to determine if Tryptamines had enough. A minute turns to two, and Tryptamine meets his stare, noting that the bartenders eyes flick over to his lips and lingers there before returning back to Tryps eyes. The bartender looks familiar but Tryp can't place where he's seen him before. The second minute turns into a third before guy behind the bar decides he's okay for another.
The liquor burns its way down his throat, leaving an anise flavor lingering on his tongue and a warmth blooming in his belly. He feels a pleasant tingle wash through him further loosening his muscles and blurring the edges of his vision. He stretches his hand out to ask for another shot and before he can do so the bartender takes the glass and says “No.â€
Tryp wants to argue and opens his mouth and closes it when the man turns around and raises an eyebrow, his lips quirking to the right and Tryptamine thinks that is the most cliché place to have a beauty mark. He is reminded of running in the dark and a nose bleed and the flushed skin of a stranger on a soiled matress. He remembers and pays his drink, stumbling home in need of a blackout dream.
The third time they meet, the Bartender offers his name, and gives tryp a foil packet in the bathroom of the bar. Litany snorts his line first, ignoring the burn in his nose as the acrid aftertaste settled in the back of his throat. He wiped the residual powder from the foil and rubbed it on the inside of his cheek, feeling a slight tingle an then nothing. Tryp follows, and the chemical taste settles after the burn.
The night is a haze; there’s people and music and drinks and pills that they both steer clear of, and after 40 minutes Litany does another line and at some point tryp looks in his pockets for money and a cab ride home, Litany joins and instead of going back to his own place he follows Tryp home.
Litany will blame it on drinks and tail end of the high, also simply because he's bored. Tryp will blame it on being shitfaced drunk, Litany's shameless flirting, and the stupid beauty mark near Litanys lips, just beneath the corner of his smug mouth that’s somewhat distracting when talking to the other man.