AHHHHHH!! 🥵🥵🔥🔥 With Dave’s hand over Lars’ naughty little mouth… This is everything I needed!
11 with Dave and Lars!! 🥵🥵 Sorry, I’m soooo horny!!!!!
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11 - Public sex
So imagine Lars is being whiny and bitchy all day, and Dave just can’t stand it anymore. They’re in a bar with all the guys, but Dave can only stand so long of Lars running his mouth before he snaps. He drags Lars to the bathroom and into a stall, knowing the rest of the guys probably think they’re gonna fight it out.
Instead, as soon as the stall door closes, Dave pushes Lars’s face into the door, grip hard around his chin.
Lars goes to say something, but Dave slaps a firm hand over the swell of his ass, and he promptly shuts up.
Dave smirks, pulling down Lars’s spandex, pleased to see he’s wearing no underwear, his cock hard and drooling between his legs.
He wastes no time though, wets two of his fingers before pushing them into Lars’s hole none too gently. Lars cries out, and Dave’s hand flies to his mouth.
“Shut up,” he hisses, scissoring his fingers into Lars’s little hole, stretching him as far as he can. “Can’t let anyone know we’re in here. Got it?”
Lars groans, humping back into Dave’s hand, eyes rolling into the back of his head as Dave continues to thrust into him.
After a few moments, Dave finally pulls away before yanking hard on Lars’s hips until he’s bent at the waist, hands holding onto the stall door for dear life.
Dave remembers the lube in his back pocket and quickly rips it open, dumps the whole contents over his cock before smothering some over Lars’s twitching asshole, causing him to whimper wordlessly.
Dave sneers, pulls Lars’s cheeks apart before slowly pushing his cock in, watching Lars’s hole expand around his huge girth.
Lars moans again, and Dave quickly shuts him up, a hand flying up to clamp around Lars’s mouth.
“What did I say?” He hisses, keeping his movements slow until finally his pelvis sits flush against Lars’s ass.
Lars darts his tongue out, licks at his fingers.
“Fucking slut,” Dave sneers, rocking his hips hard into Lars hole.
Lars cries out, head flying back, but Dave keeps his hand tight against his mouth, smothering his moans. Lars has always been loud during sex, and this time’s no different. Dave just wishes he’s quiet enough for them to get away with this.
Lars wiggles against him, nibbling at his fingers, so Dave slams into him, hard, laughing at the choked whine it elicits.
He picks up the pace, fucking Lars mercilessly into the stall door. Lars is finding it hard to keep himself up, standing on his toes to meet Dave’s thrusts.
Just as the warmth starts to come to a head in Dave’s gut, the bathroom door opens.
He stills, clamping his hand onto Lars’s face as the younger man lets out a long moan, pulling him up with his other hand in his hair until Lars’s back is pressed against his chest.
“Lars?”
James. Shit.
Dave slowly moves his hips, noses at Lars’s neck behind his ear. Lars’s head topples backwards, his chest heaving as he tries to stay still and not make a sound.
There’s the sound of shuffling as James moves around the bathroom. Dave thrusts hard, squeezing the younger boy against him when Lars wheezes, grip on his mouth so hard he’s sure it going to bruise.
He lets go of Lars’s hair with his other hand and instead encircles his cock. Lars’s eyes rolls back, his hips moving, rocking between Dave’s cock and his hand. Dave smirks, licking a stripe up the shell of Lars’s ear.
As soon as the bathroom door is heard closing, Dave picks up the pace again, and within moments Lars is coming, painting Dave’s fist and the bottom of his tshirt.
“Good boy,” Dave murmurs, pressing a kiss to Lars’s temple. He wraps a hand around Lars’s middle to keep him upright before he finally lets go, his hips thrusting, losing control as he finally topples over the edge, cumming in Lars’s tight hole, fucking as much of his cum inside of him as he can.
Lars whimpers, squeezing around him, and Dave swears, tucking his face into Lars’s shoulder blade.
As they catch their breaths, Dave finally lets go of Lars’s mouth. Lars sucks in a breath, heaving, heavy in Dave’s hold. Dave laughs, turning Lars in his grip. Lars turns, completely fucked out, his eyes glassy.
He’s got a dark bruise in the shape of fingers forming over his cheeks and around his chin.
Dave huffs a laugh, rubbing his thumb over Lars’s bottom lip.
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