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modecaisnow · 4 years

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The Best Gift for the Big Guy

**This story contains themes suitable for those 18 years or older. This story contains themes of: Extreme Weight Gain, Farting, Sweating, and Size Difference. No relations in this one. HAPPY NEW YEARS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL MY WATCHERS! (and to those who lurk ☺ )**

Malcolm, a freshman in college, comes home for the holidays hoping for some new workout gear for Christmas. Turns out the bulking powder his parents got him might not work the way it is expected to. Instead, it seems to almost double his weight with each shake! At first, Malcolm is disgusted by the weight gain, and the farting. However, with a supportive family of fitness lovers, and his two older brother's Chris (a heavy weight bodybuilder) and Dan (a fitness instructor), Malcolm might end up falling in love with his size.

Malcolm was the youngest out of three brothers. His older brothers – Chris and Dan, were both out of college and pursuing careers in Health and Fitness. Chris was a heavyweight bodybuilder, and Dan was a fitness instructor – their entire family took fitness very seriously. Malcolm always looked up to his brothers; he especially wanted to become a bodybuilder like his oldest brother, Chris. Malcolm had just finished his first semester at college, and wanted to start exercising so by the time he reached Chris’ age, he could be big like him. For Christmas, Malcolm wanted all new fitness gear: new workout clothes, protein powder, BCAAs, Pre-workout, and bulking powder to help speed up the process. On Christmas morning that was what he got. However, instead of the bulking powder, he asked for, his parents bought him a strange brand from a different country. “It was cheaper, and a worker at the GNC in town suggested it,” Malcolm’s dad said. “That’s okay! I’m sure it’ll work fine!” Malcolm said. Malcolm was never a muscular guy like his brothers. He grew up as the scrawny, geeky kinda kid. He was picked on throughout high school, and when he graduated college he found that people didn’t really seem to notice him when he went out with his friends. This, as well as his admiration for his brothers, is what really pushed him to try and beef up a bit. Right before bed, Malcolm decided to take a scoop of the bulking powder and make himself a shake. After drinking it, he quickly passed out on his full-sized mattress and dozed off into a deep slumber. He woke up the next day feeling heavy all over. His muscles felt strong, but his body was incredibly warm and wobbly. After rubbing his eyes, Malcolm finally woke up and saw that his hands had gotten fatter. Not just that, but so were his arms. Sagging, doughy ones replaced his once boney arms. He quickly threw off the blanket and got a better look at his body. His flat torso was now a landscape of rolls and blubber. His belly button was now a deep cave with a large fold of blubber sagging above it. Malcolm’s chest flopped down over the crest of his belly. He ran his fat fingers over his nipples – they were plump and sensitive. As he hoisted himself out of bed, the frame groaned and the floor creaked slightly. His thick thighs rubbed against each other as he rushed into the bathroom and hopped on the scale. Malcolm leaned forwards and looked over his belly as the scale hesitated and eventually showed the number “423” on the screen. “Holy shit, Malcolm?” Chris yelled as he walked in the bathroom wearing nothing but boxers. His blocky abs flexed as he looked at his now overweight brother. He walked around him and laughed, “Damn! How is this possible? You’re so fuckin’ fat, bro!” “I know!” Malcolm blurted. His now fat-sounding voice took him by surprise. “I’m disgusting!” “Shit…you’re ass puts mine to shame, Malcolm!” Chris put his back against Malcolm’s. Malcolm felt the individual striations of his brother’s gorilla-like back flexing against his wings of back fat. His brother bounced his bubble butt against Malcolm’s fat ass cheeks, making them ripple. Both of Malcolm’s ass cheeks were each double the size of Chris’ muscular, rump. Malcolm felt an air bubble build in his gut and it slid out his backside. A wet sounding fart spewed out and stunk up the bathroom. Chris gagged, “Shit, bro! That was a nasty one. Anyways, you go put on some clothes, I’ll go get mom.” Malcolm tried to put on some clothes, but nothing fit. Chris broke the news to his family, and they all went to Malcolm to see. They were all shocked at Malcolm’s size. Never in his family history has someone been overweight like that. At 423 pounds, Malcolm was a large boy, he wasn’t the largest in the world, but he was rather big. Luckily, his caring mother decided to take his measurements to try and get him some clothes. In the meantime, they told Malcolm to not use the bulking powder anymore. However, that was all he could think about all day. Malcolm’s mouth watered as he thought about making another shake. Chris was able to find a comically sized speedo that his friends bought him as a joke back when he was bulking. It was meant for someone really large, so he lent it to Malcolm in the meantime. The speedo was bright orange and covered up his fat ass nicely. Some mounds of gelatinous lard sagged down from the bottom of it, and part of his ass crack was exposed out the top, but it worked. Malcolm did his best to cover up his front with the speedo. It was hard to see over his large belly, so he had to just feel around to make sure his junk was concealed. From what he felt, it wasn’t like his junk was really exposed anyway given his fat thighs and sizeable belly, but he tried to hide as much of his fatpad as possible inside the speedo. The front of the speedo dug into his blubbery fatpad right down the middle instead of holding it. He sat on the couch all day with his brothers and played video games. Periodically he would shift over to let out a fart, and his brothers would tease him for the stench. Malcolm would laugh as he would rip a fart on Dan, and Dan would cough and fan the air, making him an easy target in the game. Dan kept saying that Malcolm was cheating by farting, but Malcolm would just elbow him with his flabby arm, knocking Dan over off the couch. That night, Malcolm broke out in a cold sweat. All he could think about was the bulking powder. The taste was euphoric the last time he had some, and he really wanted more. He figured it wouldn’t hurt, so Malcolm hoisted himself out of bed, and waddled off to get another shake. He passed out the minute his chubby face hit the pillow. Malcolm woke up the next day feeling twice as heavy as before. Low and behold, he was. Malcolm lifted up his arms, even more, saggy flesh hung down from them. Even with his arms lifted over his head, he still felt doughy beef flopping against his armpits. He tossed off the sheet and got a better look at himself. Well, from lying on his back, all he saw were his saggy tits that were almost suffocating him, and his massive belly several feet in the air. He rolled onto his side, and his belly sloshed off the side of the bed. His ass fat inched over the opposite end of the full-sized bed. Malcolm huffed and puffed as he rose out of it. The bed frame groaned and sagged painfully. His massive body now flattened the mattress itself. Malcolm panted as he widened his stance and he shifted all of his mass. His belly flopped far over his lap, all the way to his knees. His fat thighs forced his legs to spread apart, and even as far apart as they could go, the folds on the insides of his thighs still swallowed his crotch in deep mounds and warm blubber. Eventually, with a few huffs and puffs, Malcolm made it onto his fat feet. The wooden floor beneath his feet sank downwards and groaned painfully as he waddled out of his room, squeezing out of his door, and into the bathroom. He stepped on the scaled and looked down. No matter how much he tried to suck in his flabby gut or look past it – Malcolm could not see what the number said. He just relaxed his blubbery belly, and let it all hang down. His belly was incredibly heavy, pulling down on him in the front. It sagged down towards his knees, flopping over most of his thighs. When he waddled, his thighs would not only need to swing around each other, but they needed to push against the heavy, flesh skirt that was his belly. Malcolm sighed, as he couldn’t see what the scale said. As he shifted his mass the scale let out a loud series of beeping sounds before snapping in half from his weight. Malcolm’s body ripped and wobbled as his fat feet slammed onto the floor. Malcolm felt a huge pain arise in the pit of his belly. He quickly applied pressure on it, by pushing down with his fat palms. Malcolm then moaned as a long, fog-horn fart belted out from behind him. The bathroom felt slightly warmer as a massive blast of gas polluted the bathroom air. His ass cheeks rippled like pond water as the humid scent spewed out. “Jesus Christ! What’s that smell?” Chris grunted as he waltzed into the bathroom. Chris was wearing nothing but a tight, blue poser. His bubble butt was stretching the back of it. He rubbed his eyes then got a good look of Malcolm, “Holy fuckin’ shit, bro! It happened again?” “Yeah!” Malcolm’s voice felt heavy and thick. It took a lot of energy to continue talking, “I don’t know why!” “It must be that bulking powder. Did you have any more last night?” Malcolm thought to himself. He was starting to like being massively heavy. He was now much larger than both his brothers combined. Malcolm figured he would have to lie, or else his family would throw away the bulking powder if they knew he was still making shakes with it. Malcolm panted, “No…no I didn’t drink any, Chris…” “Hmmm…Well, let’s go tell mom so we can get you some more clothes, okay?” Malcolm agreed. Chris helped guide him out of the bathroom and down the stairs. By the time Malcolm made it downstairs, his face was beat red and was sweating profusely. He panted and flopped down onto the tiny couch. Malcolm easily took up half of the 4-person seater. The cushions were squashed downward and the frame sank. His mom walked in and gasped at the sight of Malcolm’s doughy, naked rolls of blubber. He leaned to the side and ripped a massive fart. His entire body rippled as the blast of air spewed out from behind him. For the entire day, his mother figured out what size clothes he would need by measuring Malcolm. They also contacted a doctor to come to check up on him tomorrow morning. Throughout the rest of the day Malcolm consumed more foods than they could cook, his brother Dan made trips to Malcolm’s favorite fast food joints, and Chris played video games with him all day. Malcolm continued to pull the same tricks he did yesterday by farting on his brother to take his attention away from the screen. Chris would just slap Malcolm’s flabby ass shelf and push back playfully. Being a heavyweight bodybuilder, Chris was quite strong. However, Malcolm, being so substantial and viscous, wasn’t even moved by his brother’s retaliation. His body just rippled and wobbled. The feeling of Chris’ hands sinking deep into his lard felt kinda nice to Malcolm. He loved being so large. Taking up most of the space on the couch felt really euphoric. He wondered how it would be if he got even bigger. That night, Malcolm made himself another shake, but this time he added two scoops of the bulking powder. Right as his flabby body hit the sunken mattress, he passed out. The next morning, it was very hard for Malcolm to lift his hands up to reach his eyes. In fact, his entire face felt heavier. As his eyes opened his chubby facial cheeks blocked the bottom part of his view. He looked down at his flabby hands, which now looked almost unrecognizable. Malcolm’s arms were incredibly heavy. His forearms were now the same size that his massive, flabby upper arms were yesterday. Malcolm’s chest rose and fell with each laborious breath. The floor groaned as he shifted his gigantic mass around. Massive, undulating waves rocked through his body with each subtle movement. Eventually, with some maneuvering, he made it into a sitting position. Malcolm gasped at the sight of his gigantic rolls and folds of doughy flesh. His entire body looked like a gelatinous, tan mountain. He could feel the crushed mattress and bed frame somewhere deep under his gigantic ass cheeks, which spilled out behind and around him by several feet. His belly was now a series of folds piled upon one another with two, sagging tits flopping down the sides. Malcolm could no longer see his fat thighs; he could feel them deep under his massive belly, which spilled around and over them, spilling onto the floor. However, he could feel that his thighs were now covered in gelatinous rolls much like the rest of him. With a massive heave and all his strength, Malcolm rose up onto his fat feet. The ground beneath him groaned painfully and the floorboards popped and cracked. He stomped his way towards his door; his wide body knocked pictures off his walls and pushed his desk and dresser away. The entire room trembled with each movement. As he stood in front of the door, Malcolm noticed it was not just impossibly narrow, but also somewhat shorter than him. He had to sink his already flabby head down into his shoulder blubber. Malcolm then reached his arms through and went through at an angle. His belly quickly spilled out of the doorway, but then mounds of fleshy dough were caught on the sides of the entryway in his bedroom. Malcolm pushed harder and harder. More of his belly oozed out into the hallway along the floor. His ass cheeks rose up higher and higher as he slowly eased his way through the doorframe. The gelatinous consistency of the blubber made it simpler to squeeze through the doorway, but it was still too much flab to get through. The frame cracked and chunks of the wall on both sides collapsed as he shoved in harder. Malcolm ripped a massive fart before sliding out of the hole in the wall. FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHRRRRRRTTTTT His ass cheeks clapped together as a massive blast of hot air spewed out. Malcolm moaned as his entire body jiggled and rippled from the force of the blast. The walls around him all shook violently from the deafening fart. Out of his room came Chris, covering his ears. “Earthquake!” Chris yelled as he stood in the doorway. He quickly gagged and realized what was actually happening. “Oh… my… god!” The family all gathered around as Malcolm’s last farts bubbled out of his blubbery ass crack. Chris and Dan teased him a bit and compared their toned rumps to his massive one. Chris even brushed his tight butt against Malcolm’s and it sank deep into the blubbery flesh. They helped Malcolm down the stairs, which was difficult given his massive belly was sliding along the ground, and his ass cheeks were flopping against the stairs behind him. Eventually, they guided him into the living room, where he parked his gigantic ass down on the couch. Malcolm immediately farted again as his ass cheeks spilled out over the armrests on both sides of the couch. FFFFFFUUUUUURRRRRRHHHHHHTTTTTTT “Nice one, big guy!” Chris said as he elbowed one of Malcolm’s many rolls. The other members of his family all gagged and coughed. “Thanks…I’m getting hungry!” Malcolm grunted. His family quickly went to work on feeding the gelatinous mound of flesh taking up a considerable amount of space in their living room. He continued to fart and rub his doughy flesh, or what parts of it he could reach, as they all continued to gather food for him. Dan tried to get Malcolm to play video games with him, but Malcolm couldn’t quite get his hands close enough together for the controller. Not that the controller even lasted long in his massive, blubbery fingers – it was crushed to pieces almost immediately. Malcolm just laughed it off. His brothers eventually played video games together and Malcolm would just watch. They sat on the ground leaning against the base of his belly. Malcolm would shift to his right or left, making his flab slosh heavily against one side of the couch, so he could fart and let the air escape from deep under his flab. Some of the rancid odors bubbled out from under his belly after being trapped in some of his underbelly lumps. Dan and Chris gagged as the potent fumes polluted the air around them. Soon, the entire house was stained with Malcolm’s rank farts. By the time the doctor came, Malcolm’s body was covered in sweat. The doctor examined every aspect of Malcolm possible and took skin, blood, and sweat samples to run some tests. The doctor also took a sample of the bulking powder. He told Malcolm that the results could take some time, and suggested staying away from any more bulking powder until they find out what caused the sudden weight gain. The doctor floated the idea of scanning Malcolm’s brain to see if there was a pituitary tumor. However, the thought of not only getting the giant blob of doughy flesh out of the house but also squeezing him into a machine made it impossible. The doctor left leaving everyone in the family optimistic. Malcolm, on the other hand, was optimistic about the lifestyle he was going to start leading. Malcolm continued to eat all day long, requesting more and more food. His rolls and folds undulated in powerful waves with every subtle movement. Sometimes the ripples would collide and slap together loudly. He leaned back on the couch and the frame of it gave out one last pop before snapping into pieces. The massive blob of lard flopped to the ground. The entire house shook viciously. Malcolm’s rolls spilled out farther around him, flopping against the back wall and knocking over his brothers who were leaning against his belly. “Mmmpph… my bad” was all Malcolm said. ---EPILOGUE--- Malcolm now lives in the family’s garage. There, he had a huge entrance and exit for when they back up the truck to take him places. It was also well ventilated so he did not need to hold back farts, not that he ever did. The entrance to the house from the garage was also expanded so that Malcolm could still waddle in and spend dinner with the family. Not that he could sit at the table, but he could sit near enough so his belly sloshed against it. Usually, he sat in the living room and for dinner, he would wobble his gelatinous rolls to face the dining room. Malcolm ended up getting clothes that could fit him. He wore a massive, jockstrap, the straps of which squeezed his ass cheeks so much that they could not be seen from all the lard. On top of that, he wore large sweatpants and a massive t-shirt. Both of which were stained with sweat and food grease. Sweat stains had completely soaked the deep ass crack on his sweatpants. Every fold of blubber produced so much heat and sweat that they too stained his clothing. Malcolm spends his days now eating from his trough and farting non-stop. The gas had become so bad, that his brothers had to place a tube in his ass crack to displace some of the farts outside. From the outside, it looked like a smokestack for a factory, but instead of producing smoke it produced a rancid, dark green haze. His brothers also kept him fed the entire day. When his brothers stopped hearing him grunting and snorting from inside the garage, they would come in and dump wheelbarrows full of fattening slop for their brother to eat. Malcolm would then return to shoving his face deep into the trough, letting his folds and rolls spill out all over the cracking, cold cement floor of the garage. His body rocked back and forth as he grunted and oinked loudly while he ate. The force of his blubber’s powerful undulations caused the entire garage to tremble. The life Malcolm started to live was not what he expected. He thought that he would be able to get people’s attention by becoming a large, muscular bodybuilder. Someone that people looked up to, and did not dare mess with. However, he found that gaining mounds of lard had the same results, but it was much easier – no pain, but plenty of gain. Malcolm loved his massive size and was excited for his friends in college to see what he looks like.

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aqlemonade · 5 years

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SLUTBOX - Biadore

Summary: Smut based on the recent Biadore interaction.

Danny ❤️ Check Instagram Danny ❤️ They’re for you 😘

Roy smirked at his phone. He looked around the conference room to make sure no one was paying attention to him. Of course they weren’t. Roy never understood why it was required of him to attend every meeting about tours when all he did was sign off on them at the end.

He exited out of his messages and scrolled through countless apps until getting to the Instagram badge. The first thing on his feed was Danny’s picture showing off his pretty ass and gorgeous body. Roy instinctively liked it before even realizing what he was doing. Out of caution he never interacted with the nude photos Danny would post. As tempting as it was, especially when having to witness your coworkers thirst after your boyfriend in the comments of said pictures, Roy managed to control himself. Until now.

Liking it then unliking it was too suspicious, and he had already liked the photo. So Roy shrugged. He figured a comment wouldn’t do any more harm.

thebiancadelrio: MINE

Okay, maybe that would do some harm. Roy backspaced and retyped:

thebiancadelrio: SLUTBOX 🤭

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thebiancadelrio liked your photo

thebiancadelrio commented on your photo

Danny’s heart dropped. He felt butterflies in his stomach like a middle schooler getting a follow back on twitter from their crush.

adoredelano: Only for you Willow 💕

Danny sighed. He wished he could, but he couldn’t comment that back. Not without outing their relationship. Danny backspaced and retyped:

adoredelano: Always 🌸💕

He switched apps to text Roy privately.

Danny ❤️ Oh I get a like AND a comment on my ass pictures now?

Danny ❤️ You never like my nudes

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Well you did say they were for me

Danny ❤️ They always are

Roy could feel himself getting flustered. He wanted to be home so he could hug, kiss, and rip the underwear off of Danny. Not at this stupid meeting with people who couldn’t be bothered to include him in conversation about his own tour.

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 I’m gonna bury my face in your ass when I get home

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Be ready

Danny’s dick twitched in his pants. Roy rarely sexted back when Danny tried, so Roy initiating it excited him. He quickly kicked off his house pants and ran to their bedroom (only because Roy yelled at him for putting his bare balls on their leather couch whenever he took nudes on it).

Danny ❤️ Attachment: 1 video I already am

Roy opened his messages to see a thumbnail of Danny’s dick. Goosebumps rose on his skin as his cheeks got warm. Of course that little tease would send him a video touching himself while Roy was stuck in a meeting. He played it anyway, making sure the volume was low as he didn’t have headphones with him.

It started with a shot of Danny spreading his legs. His cock mostly soft as he took himself into his hand and began stroking. He jerked himself off until he was completely hard. Roy crossed his legs, his blood thumped at the thought of all the beautiful sounds Danny was making that he couldn’t hear. His boyfriend then massaged the head of his cock until making himself drip precum. Roy almost moaned at the sight of his body contorting as he brought himself to the edge. Danny didn’t finish himself off though. He turned the camera to his face: Bright red cheeks and a heaving chest. He smiled, Roy could tell Danny was laughing too. His little tongue stuck out like it always did. He blew a kiss to the camera to end the video with.

Roy went from flustered to putting a binder on his lap to hide his boner.

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 You made me hard in the middle of a meeting

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 You’re gonna pay for that

Danny ❤️ Gladly 😇

—— “Dan?” Roy called out when he finally got home.

“In the kitchen! Come, I want you to see something.”

Roy was half expecting the kitchen to be burnt down and half expecting Danny to be naked on the table. Neither were true as the kitchen was immaculate, and his boyfriend was leaning over a laptop fully clothed. Roy wrapped his arms around Danny from behind. Danny leaned into Roy’s body as Roy nuzzled and kissed his cheek.

“I think I wanna look at one more house before we decide. This one’s pretty cool,” Danny clicked through photos as Roy looked at them over his shoulder. Since moving back to L.A. Danny rarely stayed at his own place. He was either with Roy or on the road working. So he decided when his lease was up he wouldn’t renew it. Roy’s place was big enough for both of them, but the both of them wanted a home. They wanted something that felt like it was theirs, not one person’s apartment that the other had moved into.

“I thought you were set on the one with the pink bedroom?”

“I was, but this one has concrete floors.”

Roy wasn’t sure why that outweighed Danny’s dream of a hot pink bedroom. He didn’t have time to ask before Danny turned around in his arms to face him. “We don’t have to talk about the house right now,” Danny reached behind himself to close his laptop. “I have something else I wanna show you. Why don’t I go get it while you wait for me in the bedroom?” Danny kissed Roy’s lips. “Naked,” He added, popping a few buttons on Roy’s shirt.

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Danny got himself done up in the guest bedroom. He reapplied his makeup and styled his hair. Stripping down to nothing Danny slid the white thong up his legs. A mirror behind him gave Danny the perfect opportunity to admire himself. “Roy’s gonna love this,” he said excitedly while shaking his ass in the mirror.

There was a sheer white robe that came with a different lingerie set, but Danny thought it looked better with the underwear he was wearing. He slipped it on, tying it at the waist before sauntering to their bedroom.

Roy’s mouth dropped when Danny walked in. He had been waiting on the bed for him, naked. Just as Danny asked.

Danny brought his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping eye contact with Roy as he began to crawl up the bed towards him. A a seductive smile graced his lips when he was able to mount Roy. Roy’s hands immediately found their way to his lover’s body, sliding up the backs of Danny’s thighs to rest on his ass.

The younger felt adored in the way Roy stared up at him with such reverence. “You‘re so beautiful, babygirl,” Roy said in awe of his boyfriend. Danny chuckled. He leaned in to graze his lips over Roy’s, not allowing him a kiss just yet. “Play with me,” Danny huffed in his ear, making him shiver. “Play with me,” he repeated. Those stunning doe eyes were flashed Roy’s way, and he could never resist them.

Roy grabbed the back of Danny’s neck, pulling him into a firm kiss. Danny melted into him. He could feel himself giving up control as Roy kissed him thoroughly. A sultry moan escaped Danny’s lips as he opened them for Roy’s tongue. Meshing together and gliding over the other, Roy and Danny couldn’t keep themselves quiet. Their hands desperately roamed each other’s bodies, though Roy was finding it difficult with Danny still wearing his robe.

Roy broke away from the kiss. He untied the garment, letting it fall open first. Roy leaned forward to press his lips against Danny’s stomach. “My god,” Danny breathed as his head fell back and hand ran through Roy’s hair. He took his time planting each kiss down Danny’s happy trail. Roy caressed his lower stomach, his muscles jumping under Roy’s lips and fingertips. Methodically, his mouth moved down to Danny’s navel, suckling on the skin around it.

Danny was beginning to grow hard. His dick rose to attention in his underwear and his nipples stiffened. Roy wiggled a bit further down so he could suck on Danny’s clothed balls. A guttural moan escaped the bottom of Danny’s lungs. Roy had kissed and touched him through his underwear before, but nothing quite as intense. Something about the fabric being between his balls and Roy’s wet mouth made it extremely erotic. “Fuck,” Danny’s thighs trembled as he rocked back and forth.

Roy smacked his ass. The white thong had a wet spot where Roy sucked at, and another at the top from Danny’s cock leaking in it. “Please take them off,” Danny enticed him. The underwear had become restricting, he was aching to get them off.

“Not yet,” Roy said with a pleased tone, pecking Danny’s cheek as he positioned himself behind him. Roy let the robe fall from Danny’s shoulders. He smiled as his boyfriend’s body was revealed to him. His hands caressed down Danny’s arms. Roy thought Danny was so perfect. Not that he had no flaws, but that Roy didn’t see them as flaws. He’d complain about this or that, but everything he complained about Roy thought was stunning.

He pressed his lips to Danny’s shoulder. Goosebumps flared up on his pale back as Roy kissed and touched him. His hands were having a field day with Danny’s body: Smoothing over his stomach and chest, toying with his nipples, teasing his inner thighs until they wobbled and Danny had to lean most of his weight against him. His lips moved to Danny’s neck, the younger gracious enough to bend his neck to allow better access. “Love you,” he mumbled against the skin. The cockiness in Roy’s voice set Danny’s heart on fire.

“Love you too,” He attempted to move his ass against Roy’s cock, but Roy stilled his hips.

“Not yet,” He repeated and Danny groaned. Roy peeled himself away from Danny. His lips trailed down his spine until reaching the curve of his ass. Roy smiled deviously, going in to nip at the tattoo on the side of Danny’s cheek. His hand ran up his back. Before Danny knew it he was gasping at how quickly Roy bent him over. The older man pushed his semi against Danny’s ass. To tease him. To let him know what was going to be his.

Danny whined, ready for Roy to take him right away. He began rubbing his ass against Roy’s crotch. Instead of saying not yet, this time Roy gripped his hips firmly. He pressed his cock in the rut of Danny’s ass and started to grind with him. It took a few seconds to get in sync with each other, but when they did they felt heaven.

“Fuck, Danny,” Roy said through gritted teeth. His fingertips dug harder into Danny’s skin the better it felt. Danny bucked up into him, feeling every inch of Roy gliding against his asshole.

“Feels so good,” Danny huffed as his face fell into their mattress. Roy pressed harder, creating more friction and making both of them moan loudly. They were both in such a desperate need for each other that their grinding had become wild. Roy grew completely hard from it.

Roy hovered over Danny. “You’re amazing,” He breathed as he kissed all over Danny’s back. The younger moaned in response, increasing the pace and pressure that he was rubbing against Roy with. He turned his head around for a kiss that Roy gladly gave up. He swirled his tongue around Danny’s as his lover let out gorgeous sounds into his mouth.

Roy couldn’t get over Danny. He would always be captivated by him. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to such an ethereal person being all his; To having him like this. It still shocked him that Danny even found him attractive, let alone attractive enough to have the amount of lust that he did for him. Neither were very good at keeping their hands off of the other.

With a firm final kiss Roy pulled away, disappearing behind Danny. Danny couldn’t help but to whimper knowing what was coming next. Roy played with the small string of the thong. He pulled it gently, enough to tease Danny’s hole by running against it. He got a good laugh out of the frustration that was so apparent in the noises Danny made.

“Take them off of me, Roy.”

“Not yet.”

A finger was the next to tease Danny through the barely there fabric. He caressed his hole with a featherlight touch. The first few times Danny clenched. Roy waited for his body to become relaxed before moving on. Not one to break a promise, Roy buried his face in Danny’s ass. He pointed his tongue to poke at Danny’s entrance, the thin piece of cotton still created a barrier between Roy’s mouth and Danny’s body.

Danny mewled as Roy continued to lap at his hole through the underwear. It was conflicting; He wanted to feel Roy’s lips pursed around his asshole while he glided in and out of him, but the restriction was creating a different level of pleasure. It wasn’t enough that Danny couldn’t feel every bit of what Roy was doing, but it was just enough to leave Danny writhing for more. Desperate for touch. He knew that desperation building up was ecstasy when finally released.

Danny choked on his thoughts, then choked again when Roy became more aggressive. He couldn’t take it anymore; Teasing your partner was fun until you were the one getting frustrated. Roy ripped Danny’s thong in half. The man didn’t have time to get mad about his brand new underwear being in pieces as Roy’s mouth enveloped his asshole. Sloppy kisses were pressed repeatedly against Danny’s hole until Roy flattened his tongue over him. He switched back and forth between the two: Firmly lapping at his asshole and using his plump lips to suction around it.

A throaty groan croaked through Danny’s lips. His ass worked on it’s own accord pushing further against Roy’s face. Roy didn’t mind; Having Danny’s ass in his face was one of the things he enjoyed most. Roy wrapped an arm around Danny’s lower back to hold him still. With a flat tongue he licked circles against Danny’s asshole, slowly transitioning in to using the tip of his tongue to trace the muscles before diving into him. He glided in and out just like Danny was wanting for. He let his tongue explore inside of Danny’s hole, taking his time to get acquainted with his body as if he didn’t know it better than his own. Roy introduced suction again. While his tongue played inside of Danny his lips added an extra pressure.

“Oh my god,” Danny cried out. His teeth had been biting into the pillow to stave himself off from going completely buck wild. “Roy,” his voice was strained as he looked back at his lover. Nothing was visible but the top of Roy’s head. Danny’s eyes rolled into his skull as he flopped back over. Some clever trick Roy pulled with his tongue had Danny seeing stars. “Fuck! Roy, I’m ready,” he whined.

Roy took a nice bite of Danny’s ass cheek. “Yeah?” He asked as he sat up. “You don’t need me to...,” his finger dipped between Danny’s cheeks, making the younger whimper as they made contact.

“No. I just need you.”

“Okay,” Roy grabbed their novelty sized lube bottle off of the nightstand. He thought Danny was crazy when he brought it home, but they had gone through about half of it already. He slicked himself up, wiping the extra on his hand onto Danny. Roy rubbed the tip of his cock against Danny’s entrance. “Ready?”

“Wait!” Danny turned from doggy style onto his back, reaching his arms out for Roy.

Roy smiled with a chuckle, “You’re such a mush.” He lowered himself down to Danny’s level, positioning his lover’s legs to wrap around him. Danny flung his arms around Roy’s neck himself, a happy smile on his face. “So adorable,” Roy said as he leaned in to kiss Danny sweetly. His tan hand was on Danny’s cheek. “You want it slow? Soft?”

Danny nodded his head, “Yes.” Roy reached between them to grip his own cock. Lining himself up with Danny, he gently started pushing in. He went in slowly, watching Danny’s mouth drop wider the more he filled him up.

Roy pressed his forehead to Danny’s as he started rocking his hips against his. Just as Danny wanted Roy kept his thrusts slow and soft. He pulled nearly completely out, leaving the tip just barely in before gliding back inside of him fully and hitting his prostate. What Danny loved about fucking like this, other than getting to feel closer to Roy, was getting to feel everything Roy had to offer. When you weren’t so caught up in the movements being as fast or as rough as they could be, or positions being as unimaginable as possible you got to really experience your partner. Danny found himself feeling things his mind would be too wrapped up in other encounters to notice: Every way that Roy stretched him out, every second of his lover slowly gliding back inside of him then out again, Roy’s quiet grunts that Danny almost never got to hear over himself.

Danny let out a moan as Roy hit his prostate with more force than before. He buried his face in the crook of Roy’s shoulder as his arms tightened around his neck. Roy cradled Danny’s head, pressing kisses to his temple as his thrusts became more consistent. Danny’s back arched off of the bed, pushing his torso impossibly closer against Roy’s. Their slick chests molded together perfectly as if they were made for each other.

“I love you,” Danny panted. “I love you, I love you,” he repeated in time with Roy’s thrusts. Roy moved away from Danny, just enough that his head wasn’t on his shoulder anymore. Pieces of Danny’s hair stuck to his neck and forehead. Some covered his eyes and got in his mouth. Roy pushed it all away.

“I love you,” Roy returned when he could see Danny’s face. He caught Danny’s lips in a deep kiss. His hips stuck to the leisurely pace, though they grew more forceful in movement when he saw how well Danny reacted to it. Danny let out whimper that was muffled by Roy’s lips. His hand tightened around Roy’s neck as they kissed. Soon his hands were sliding down Roy’s sweaty back. Then up his sides and to his arms. They returned to Roy’s shoulders only to repeat the process and end up on Roy’s ass.

Danny squeezed and kneaded his cheeks. Roy never thought his ass was anything special, but Danny fucking loved grabbing at it. With his hands Danny guided Roy to thrust a little harder. When he did Danny’s head fell back, “Just like that.” He continued with the pace Danny set, the younger man still firmly grasping Roy’s ass as it flexed beneath his hands. Danny could feel his stomach muscles tightening up as Roy kissed across his jaw. “Can I ride you?” His voice was almost pleading. “I wanna ride you.”

“Of course,” Roy growled with a kiss to Danny’s cheek. He pulled out and switched positions with Danny as he laid on down the bed. His heart raced as Danny crawled over him. Sitting up on his knees, Danny got into a reverse cowgirl position. “Help?” Danny looked back biting his lip, trying to look as innocent as possible as he held Roy’s cock. Of course Danny didn’t really need help finding his own asshole, but he thought it was hot when Roy did it himself. Roy smirked, taking hold of his dick and rubbing it between Danny’s cheeks. He guided himself inside, letting Danny lower himself the rest of the way. Both men groaned as he did so. Roy’s head fell back against their pillows while he grasped Danny’s hips.

Danny began moving on top of Roy. His dick disappeared inside of Danny’s ass, reappearing when he pulled off again. The sight of Danny riding him along with the feeling created the perfect whirlwind. Roy began meeting him halfway, thrusting up as Danny slammed down on his dick; Pulling him down harder at times. The man on top let out a yelp. Danny knew he was close when he asked to switch positions. He wanted to finish off with riding Roy to his orgasm.

As his body started to tense up, Danny leaned on Roy’s legs for leverage. His round ass bouncing on Roy’s V-line was sensational. It was one of Roy’s favorite things when they slept together. He touched Danny’s back. The freckles created a pattern that lead his hand into Danny’s hair. His fingers fanning out sent tingles up Danny’s spine, and the rough yank made Danny choke. He held his hair like that. With his head yanked back Roy could see the side of his face: Sweat dripping down his temple and his mouth wide open in a pant. His eyes looked to be closed from what Roy could see.

Danny whined louder as his orgasm approached. He was losing the steady pace he had set, his muscles had started tightening, and that familiar pressure started to build up. Yet Roy’s was the one who’s legs started trembling. “Danny, I’m gonna cum.” His warning was barely heard through the fog in Danny’s mind. When Danny was reaching his releasing he got tunnel vision for it. “Can you cum with me?” Danny nodded his head, unable to form a coherent response. “Turn around, baby. I wanna see your pretty face when you finish,” Roy gritted out.

Danny turned around on Roy’s cock. “Fuck, shit,” Roy groaned at the sensation as his body spasmed. He pulled Danny down as he thrust into him. They wrapped their arms around each other, crashing their lips together for a passionately messy kiss. Roy bit Danny’s bottom lip, tugging it with him before releasing it and attacking his lips again. Roy stroked Danny’s cock desperately as his own climax neared. “Dan,” Roy’s voice was strangled as he shot warm liquid inside of Danny. His body stiffened while he burrowed his dick as far inside of Danny as possible. His toes curled and fingers pressed into Danny’s hot flesh as he finished. The small shutters that took over his body were always Danny’s favorite part of his boyfriend’s orgasm. Through the pulsing of Roy’s cock inside of him and the relentless pressing against his prostate Danny shot his load on Roy’s stomach while Roy was cumming inside of him. He whimpered and pawed at Roy, burying his face into his chest as his body shook on top of him. Danny’s hole clenched around Roy’s cock, sending one hell of an aftershock through his body.

As they came down their bodies relaxed. That didn’t mean they moved. Danny just sprawled out on top of Roy while Roy grew soft inside of him. Eventually Danny ended up next to Roy’s side, Roy’s arm stretched out around him. They laid there cuddled up for a while. Danny’s head on Roy’s chest, his arm flung over his abdomen, and their legs all tangled up. It was peaceful.

“So,” Roy turned his head towards Danny. “What’d you do today?” Danny cackled. Roy was often the one to break silence. Danny could fall right to sleep after making love, but Roy usually wanted to talk. “No, I’m serious,” Roy said as he cuddled Danny closer and kissed his forehead. “I wanna hear about your day.”

Danny moved around a bit before settling in basically the same position. “Well other than you,” they both chuckled, “Not much. I looked at a few more houses, worked out, cleaned up a bit,” Danny trailed off for a moment. “I wrote some new songs. Like, five, and they’re all finished. Well, not finished, finished, but you know what I mean. I have all the lyrics together. I’ll probably write new ones though. Oh, and I found some really cool music on YouTube that goes well with one song, so I might buy it then rework it a bit.”

Roy smiled as Danny rambled about his music. He knew as soon as you got Danny going he didn’t stop. Roy loved that. He was sure he thought this a million times since knowing Danny, but he could listen to him ramble about his passions for hours. “Five? In one day? You’ve been writing a lot lately,” Roy kissed the top of his head.

“You inspire me, Willow,” Danny grinned softly at him. His fingers tracing patterns into his chest.

“Do you wanna show them to me?”

Danny’s grin widened, “Yeah!” He scrambled to sit up, leaping off of the bed to get his notebook from the living room. When he came back he had a blue spiral notebook in one hand and a wet hand towel in the other. He wiped Roy down, bending over and letting Roy do the same for him. Roy tossed the towel into their hamper, getting a fresh pair of sweats for himself and the man’s favorite tiger print house leggings for Danny.

Danny laid his head on Roy’s shoulder as he showed him the songs he had been writing. This was just as intimate as sex for Danny. He didn’t just toss a finished version of a song in Roy’s lap and let him listen to it before anyone else. He dissected the songs for him; Explaining the meaning and emotion behind every lyric, what Roy did to inspire them. Even if he thought Roy wouldn’t like hearing something, he told him anyway. Roy never made it about himself, never showed Danny anything but utter support and interest. He just listened, sometimes he made a mental note to do something differently, or never again depending on how it made Danny feel. He laid his head on top of Danny’s as he continued.

Danny tossed the notebook under their bed when they were finished. Roy shot him a confused look. “What? I’ll lose it if I don’t put it under there at night.”

Danny hated feeling sentimental, but he was so thankful for Roy. Moments like the one they just shared reminded Danny how much Roy loved him. How much he accepted him, and how comfortable Danny was with him. Roy was right, he was a big mush. Danny scurried over to Roy’s side of the bed to engulf him in a hug. Roy happily squeezed back. “I love you,” Danny said as he pecked Roy’s lips.

“I love you, too.” Danny nuzzled his face into Roy’s neck.

“Hey, babe? Do we have any pizza leftover from last night?”

Roy chuckled as he rubbed Danny’s back. Of course this kid was thinking about food while they were having a moment. “Yeah. One piece of veggie and half a plain.”

“Okay,” Danny pulled away. Roy could tell by the mischievous inflection in his tone that he was up to something. “First person in the kitchen gets dibs on the veggie!” Danny sprung out of bed to race to their kitchen.

“Hey! That’s not fair!” Roy began to move from the bed. “You’re a thousand years younger than me!”

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