He couldn't wait anymore. He had to touch him. The Lion, his commander, looked so delicious sprawled across his bed. Legs spread slightly, one arm over his eyes, the other flung out beside him. Kinneas always wanted to see Squall like this. The actuality of it was far better then his imagination. Slowly, so he didn't disturb him, he crawled up the foot of the bed.
He could tell he was naked when he blankets shifted. He pulled them from the Lions body, growing harder with each inch of revealed skin. As soon as the blanket was completely off Irvine grew hard. Before he could even attempted to feast on the cock before him, he was tackled off the bed with a brutal kiss being pressed tp his lips.
The Lion was tearing the remaining clothing from his body. "Kineas! What the hell do you think your doing? Coming into my room, pulling the covers off me and just staring?" growling the male above him as he ground his hips into Irvines." if your gonna do that then get on with it and suck my cock,"
"Please, let me suck it now," begged Irvine.
"No! I have something much better in mind,' grumbled Squall as he rolled the cowboy over onto his tummy.
He heard Squall squirt something onto his cock before he slammed it in his ass straight to the hilt. "beg for it," commanded Squall.
Irvine shook his head, and Squall smacked his ass hard.
"Beg and ill move," said his commander as he ground into his ass. "beg and ill please you and me,"
It felt so good, he felt so full. The Lion was so overpowering to him. "P-pl-please m-mo-move Squall," gasped Irvine.
The first snap of his hips set stars in his eyes. The second sent him beyond the stars. The third he never remembered. All he could remember was a large rough hand grabbing his cock and pumping him hard and fast. A few tugs from the hand and he screamed his release all over it, then he was flipped over and a thick spray of cum splattered his face. He lay there for a bit trying to come down from his high, his commander was everything he imagined and more, but where was he now?
A few seconds later and Squall reappeared a damp cloth in hand. Gently he cleaned Irvine up even gently wiping the mess from his face. He picked the limp cowboy up and whispered "your mine and mine alone now, cowboy,"
He placed Irvine in the bed, pulled the covers up around them and held the man all through the night. That night Irvine fell asleep content and sated. He hoped he could have more like this.