He watched on in awe as his lover danced in the rain. The silver droplets slid down his dark skin in taunting rivulets, dreaded raven hair soaked and hanging limply around his delicate neck. The man gulped as the rain made Virgil's clothes cling to his skin, showing off sleek muscles. It had taken the dark skinned boy almost three years to properly gain any semblance of corded muscle that was showing through his jeans and white wife-beater. It had become somewhat of a tradition for the electromagnetic hero ton dance in the rain since the two had started dating. The whole reason behind it was because Francis had asked Virgil out when it was raining. That and on their fourth date, Virgil had somehow convinced the pyrokonetic man to dance with him.
Francis had been unable to keep his blush down when he agreed to do it. As of now, he was trying to keep his hormones in control. It wasn't working so well considering he was watching Virgil rock his slender, dark, hidden hips to music only he could hear. Francis bit back a groan as Virgil turned his body just right, the confines of his cargo pants went almost unbearable tight. Francis bit his lip as he looked away for a brief moment of peace, thinking of how long they had been together. Nearly four years now. It was the longest relationship Francis ever had, and the only one that Virgil had. Virgil was twenty, making Francis twenty-two.
Francis turned back to Virgil when he heard a seductive chuckle. Virgil was standing there, hip cocked, one hand placed gently on his lower torso, right above his jeans. The other one was placed over a nipple, rubbing it gently with a come-fuck-me smile. The hand by his jeans began to move, gently lifting the white wife beater to tease against mocha skin. Francis growled out in lust, eyes flashing a momentary white. The large man stalked out to his still petite lover to pull him into a searing kiss. Virgil let out a loud moan as Francis's large, hot hands rubbed against his sides. It was all Francis could take. Minutes later, they were back in their apartment, nipping, kissing and stripping each others lust filled bodies. THe farthest they made it was the kitchen table before Francis had a large finger thrusting into Virgil's tight entrance. Virgil moaned even loader, arching his back in wonton pleasure.
Before Virgil could climax, he was lying chest to table with a large, thick rod thrusting hot and ready into him. Virgil moaned as Francis began to thrust savagely into his body, hitting his prostrate with expert precision. Virgil screamed as Francis pounded into him, causing star bursts behind closing eye lids. Francis let out a loud moan when Virgil's slender body tightened around his thick cock. Almost four years of having sex, and Virgil was still as tight as when he first took him. Large hands tightened around slender hips, pulling them up slightly for a deeper angle.
Virgil let out a loud shriek as his first orgasm hit him hard, causing his muscles to contract greatly around the thick meat inside of him. Francis let out a shout as he felt his lover tighten himself, though it still wasn't enough to make him come. Francis pulled out quickly making Virgil whimper and took the hero to their room only to drop Virgil onto his back and enter back into him harshly. Francis then proceeded to pound into his precious lover with enough force to cause the head board to smack into the wall. Several long moments later had Virgil climaxing again, this time bringing the fiery red head with him. Francis collapsed on top of him, before rolling off of him and pulling Virgil into his arms possessively.
"I love you," Virgil panted out gently, placing a kiss on Francis's chest.
"I love you too," Francis replied, left hand placed in between VIrgil's shoulder blades. A silver ring glinted on a pale hand, while Virgil's ring, along with his left hand, was hidden in between their bodies.
