It was a calm crisp Saturday afternoon early in March. While everyone else was off base, enjoying some well earned downtime, Pietro found himself in a compromising position. His pants were down around his ankles and he was white-knuckling the bathroom sink as Mortimer eagerly fucked his ass with his wicked tongue.
Oh God… F-Fuck… This feels amazing!
The speedster moaned lewdly as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over him. Pooling in the pit of his stomach before settling in his loins. He had been tongue fucked before but not in the way he currently was being and certainly not as thoroughly. Namely because his former partners had been a bit more human. Their tongues could only go so far whereas Mortimer's could go deep and reach more sensitive areas - further heightening the tabu indulgence.
"Morty… Hngn… F-Faster," Pietro managed to gasp out.
Much to his utter delight, Mortimer readily obeyed and picked up the pace - pistoning his tongue in and out of him at a faster pace.
"Yes-yes-yes-yes," Pietro lifted one hand from the sink in favor of finally giving his neglected cock some attention.
No sooner had he done so, someone began to frantically pound on the door.
"Occupied!" Pietro called out to whoever it was.
The person ignored him and continued pounding incessantly.
"He said occupied!" Mortimer snapped, pausing for a brief moment.
Pietro snorted with repressed laughter as the sound of retreating footsteps promptly rang out in response.
"I think you scared them," He smirked.
"Good," Mortimer muttered before he resumed.
Pietro groaned and once again lost himself in the overwhelming pleasure. Hoping and praying that whoever it was didn't tell his father.
