A/N: Explicit section! Enjoy!
The two stared at one another in a bout of shyness as Ethan hovered over-top the younger Goth's body. He dipped his head downward to nip a bit at the small Adam's apple, causing Georgie to squirm and cry out in pleasure. Hands firmly grabbed a hold of his skinny legs and began pushing them upwards slightly. The taller Goth pulled away from assaulting the other's throat so he could focus on bending Georgie's legs towards his chest so there would be some leverage to fucking him forward rather than the simple act of mounting.
Georgie felt his body tremble a bit as Ethan bent his little legs a tad, but couldn't help the sigh of pure pleasure escape his lips as his entire body shivered with anticipation. Ethan held the back of his legs upward a bit as his body pressed even closer to the younger. A smirk grew upon his face as he slowly let go of Georgie's legs - silently over-joyed when Georgie kept them bent in the same position and didn't drop them - and reached downward to grasp his cock. A deep moan escaped him, and Georgie stared at the elder lustfully. A hand gently rubbed at the side of his face, and Georgie couldn't help but close his eyes and sigh against the motive.
Until, however, there was a heavier grunt that sounded out in the office space, and the little Goth's eyes flashed open. His mouth fell open in a fit of pleasure, and Ethan rose his body up - slightly higher. He pulled out a bit before pushing back in. Georgie's legs trembled once more, and he found them aching to be released from their imprisoned position of being half curled up and between the older Goth's body. A half groan escaped him as he moved his legs from their awkward position somewhat against his chest, to wrapping around the waist-line - hips - of the taller Goth.
The new angle sent shivers up both their spines, and Ethan huffed as he thrust, almost painfully, into the smaller body. He half smiled down at the teenager as small drops of sweat began to form downwards. Georgie could only muster a few panting moans and little acknowledgements as his little arms wrapped around the older Goth's neck; bringing his face downward so their lips could meet more viciously than before. They pulled apart as Ethan's hips shoved forward, harder than ever, and the back of the little Goth's ankles began pushing against the back of Ethan's ass - urging him to move his body more.
Ethan couldn't help but lay his head underneath the younger's chin as he fought to control his slowly rising erratic emotions. Georgie merely choked back another pleasant sigh of pleasure, and ran his fingers through the other's hair. He tugged at the elder's curly locks before letting go, and allowing his head to lean forward a bit so he could peck at the other's somewhat sweaty neck. Georgie tilted his head a bit and let his teeth nip at the pale junction of collarbone and shoulder, relishing in the deep moan that escaped the elder. He bit even harder against the pale skin, and realized it was quite worth the taste of copper as Ethan groaned even louder than before and began thrusting even faster; his hands pulling the teenager's head up so their lips could brush against one another's in an almost brutal elopement.
The same tingling like sensation that Ethan had endured before when Georgie had, successfully, sucked him off, was beginning to arise once more. Rather incentive obsequies escaped his lips and he felt his entire lower half explode a bit as he thrust one long last time into the younger's body. Georgie groaned at the situation, and pressed his lips against the other's as their high was slowly beginning to descend.
Ethan startled a bit against Georgie's small chest, and he raised his head to gaze at the spent body beneath him. "Fuck Georgie! You didn't come yet, did you?"
Georgie merely smirked up at the elder. "I came, Ethan." The taller Goth cocked his head to the side; confusion etched perfectly on his physique. "I came when your thrust turned a little too hard. I think I came without being touched."
He gazed down his spent body as Ethan pulled himself away. His cock lay damp and still glistened a bit of translucent and whitish fluid onto his stomach.
"Yeah, definitely sure," He replied cheekily. Ethan leaned forward to kiss him tenderly a bit before suggesting that they get dress again.
"Unless you want Dylan to find us in this compromising situation rather than just shirtless," Ethan muttered as he buckled up his own black pants and slid his arms through the sleeves of his black trench-coat. He sat down upon the red couch and fished into the deep pockets of his coat. He pulled a half empty carton of smokes out, and began to light up a new cigarette. Georgie scooted next to him, fully dressed, and reached forward for a free fag.
"Thanks," He mumbled as Ethan lit his cigarette for him, and the two leaned against one another on the couch smoking. The taller Goth merely nodded his head as he took a long, overdue in his opinion, drag of his own cigarette. He rested his arm around the little Goth's shoulders and brought the other's face upwards for yet another small lingering kiss.
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