Dan threw his head down and witnessed a primrose garden colored body, his heart thumping out his own chest. His large hands were intertwined into Phil's, exchanging the rhythm of heartbeats. His firm rod shot out, and thumped against either of them the more Phil thrusted and Dan rode.
Swinging his head up, he locked his eyes closed and let out all the sounds bottled in him, spiraling out of morality. He lost feelings in his fingertips and drowned in who was thrusting vigorously inside him. Dropping and rising himself on Phil's cock, he became addicted and lost control of himself. Catching his breath, Phil pulled himself to silence his mate. In another effort to tame him, he shifted his fingers, but there was no helping the noisy situation. Dan breathed deeper, looking to Phil's face before abruptly moaning out, "Phil, I'm almost there".
Phil provoked the upcoming climax by withdrawing himself from Dan's broad rear and forcing Dan to his front. Phil mounted an eager Dan, compellingly dominating him. Phil smothered Dan's face into the pillow as he rapidly exploited his insides. In an ecstatic matter of time, Phil was relentlessly screwing Dan until his moans were distinct and filling the room. Heavy breathing and smacking of flesh intensified, until finally, Dan unleashed ribbons of thick jizz as Phil berserkly filled him whole and came deep into him.