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General RP The Man Kept His Socks On (Knight_of_None)

Lyrin shudders, gasping for breath. He moans into the pillow, fingers curling into the cushions, “W-what?”
 
"I feel like I can really move-" he hissed hungrily as he punded against him, his nails scratching against him gently, sliding him up against the arm rests.
 
Lyrin moans again, letting out a soft hiss at the scrape of Billy’s nails. He moves his hips slightly with Billy, panting lightly.
 
As Lyrin moved his hips, the bounce and push against him made him put his hands along her back, sliding up to his shoulder blades. He pressed his lips against the back of his neck, his tip scrapping against his prostate and pushing into it. "I want you too much, too often-" he whispered in his ear
 
Lyrin closes his eyes, enjoying the feel of Billy's hands on his back and shivering at the other's mouth on his neck. "Mmm. . . Is that good or bad?" He whispers, moaning at the push against his prostate. "Because I'm hoping it's good~"
 
He chuckled as he kept moving, his tip beating against the spot and his hips grinding against his boy toy's backside with even clap and press. "I want to mark you up so much, that no other boy even daydreams about you without knowing who you belong to," He said as he pressed his nails into his back, his pressure pounding down faster.
 
Lyrin moans louder, pressing his face back into the pillow. He turns his face slightly, peering at Billy after his words. He moans again, the pillow muffling it slightly, "Mmm. . . good-" He closes his eyes again, arching his back into Billy's hands.
 
Billy smirked as dragged his nails down his back as Lyrin arched into him, the bounce and smack thar they made together only stirring up his already hot blood. His nails dragged back around, holding his waist. "Good huh? You want me to leave my marks? To let everyone see what I do?' He growled to him. "Nghm- that I own you like this?"
 
Lyrin shudders, sucking in another breath, "Y-Yeah~ Yes, please. . . marks-" He mumbles, his eyes closing, "Please-"
 
As Lyrin pleaded for marks, Billy flushed, he didn't expect him to agree...atleast not so openly. Lyrin however felt his Bullys hard on get a bit stiffer at his submission. Billy pulled on his shirt, popping a few buttons as he revealed more of Lyrin's unmarked body. "Mm~Not going to touch your face....unless...well" he grunts as he leaned in, his mouth sinking in deep to Lyrin's shoulder, his back, it was like Billy was a werewolf, a monster thst would mark up his territory with tooth and claw alone. But Lyrin was even more special, Lyrin was his item, his personal plaything to keep an, and thus he would ravish it to show him off to the rest.
 
Lyrin groans softly, shuddering again slightly and reaching back, his hand gripping Billy's hip in an encouraging gesture. He pants softly, his face nestling back into the pillow. He wanted more, but. . . He didn't want to ask either. He huffs, moving his hips again, grinding back against Billy.
 
Billy heard him huff, his hand lifting almost instantly to spank him roughly in response, his lthrusts battering down harder at it encouragement, he moved his mouth, dragging his bites upwards. "What is it-" he hissed, as if he could tell he was holding his tongue, hi hand grabbed Lyris member striking in him.
 
Lyrin gasps, his hips spasming forward at the sharp contact to his flesh and groans. He moans, panting heavily, "N-Nothing~" He mumbles, and then lets out a soft sound of surprise and pleasure at the sudden contact to his own cock and moans, pressing his face harder aganist the pillow.
 
"Nothing~ or are you too soft to beg for it~" He teased as he pushed his face into the pillows, Billy jerking him harder, his fingers still slick from the lube as he whipped him again with his palm. His nails dug into his thigh, hitching against him to drill faster against him.
 
Lyrin cries out into the pillow, his hips moving slightly, and his body tensing as the pleasure coils. His fingers dig into Billy's hip, pulling slightly. "Close~" He mumbles into the pillow.
 
"I like it when you beg-" He said softly as he stroked his faster and faster, his body pushing to the edge closer and closer himself as he pressed his body against Lyrins's. His chest rubbed against the fresh marking on his back, he grabbed the edge of the arm rest, panting softly in his ear. "Beg for it-and maybe I'll give it to you-"
 
Lyrin moans, pressing closer to the couch and rocking his hips more. He turns his face, making his words audible, "Please, wanna cum. Please, Billy, please."
 
Billy smirked to himself as Lyrin begged, his thrusts drumming against his prostate roughly, stroking his fast as he edged closer and closer. He hilted himself inti Lyrin, tucking him close as he started to cum inside of him, , the sound of his voice driving him crazy.
 
Lyrin cries out, shuddering and barely manages to hold himself back as desperate tears formed in the corners of his eyes, “Please, Billy. Please, let me cum.” He pleads, shifting his hips slightly.
 
"I'm not holding you back." he said as he held him close, his grip lightening on Lyrin as he begs starring to play with his balls , stroking him with his other hand. He turned Lyrin over, looking athim as he pushed him up, resting hid back against the arm rest. "You are~"
 
Lyrin huffs softly, “Thhh. . . That’s not the- the point of asking permission~” He moans, his head tipping back and moving his hips.
 
He smirks as he leaned forward, bringing his lips near his ear. "Cum for me Lyrin-" he ordered as he rubbed the fresh red marks on his chest, his fingers pinching on hus nipples. "Right now!"
 
Lyrin cries out, his back arching as he came, the liquid splattering onto Billy’s hand and the couch. “Mmph~” He presses his face into the pillow.
 
Billy chuckled at him. "We're you going to hold it in if I didn't give your permission?" He teased as he leaned back, drawing himself away slowly to start to clean up the couch.
 
Lyrin shifts his body, giving Billy easier access to the couch, “Mm. . . Maybe. . .” He mumbles.
 
Billy laughed as he grabbed some tissues and wiped down the cushions. "If you have the willpower to keep that up, I guess you've got more strength than I thought."
 
Lyrin looks at him though half-lidded eyes, “Hmm. . .” He watches the other, stretching slightly and yawning.
 
"Don't fall asleep like that" he said as he shook Lyrin by the foot. "Atleast fix up your pants." He said as he sat back down on the couch tossing the tissues out, putting his hands on his marked thighs.
 
Lyrin huffs, waving his hand and hiding his face, “I’ll fall asleep however the fuck I want. . . Now shut up.” He mumbles, draping an arm over his head.
 
Billy leaned over, hooking Lyrins pants dragging them up. "Not in my fucking place you are-" he mumbled as he shifted over, getting a blanket out of the chest and throwing it over him.
 
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