Kink #1 : Hair pulling.
It was in the heat of the moment, both of them so close to that sweet peak of ecstacy. So close to rolling over the edge. "Fuck clay!" George moaned out pushing himself back on his boyfriends thick cock, gripping the sheets below them. "Clay...fuck." He groaned his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he felt the other's thick cock slamming against his prostate. "Pull my hair!" George said in a sultry, needy tone.
"What!" Clay said slightly shocked by the request. "You heard me, pull my hair!" George replies his tone, more needy than before. It didn't take any convincing after that. Clay ran his hands through George's mid length brown hair, gripping it in a fist, and tugged at it roughly. George let out a moan straight out of a porno. His voice projecting throughout the entire room. The slight sting of pain mixing beautiful with the pleasure.
Clay pulled harder on George's hair, making his back arch as he slammed into the other at a slow and steady space. With the new angle George was bent at Clay could see all of his facial expressions, how his face bent and twisted with every deep thrust. How when he was pressed up against George's g-spot he'd make a small o shape with his mouth. It was the most beautiful sight he'd ever laid his eyes on.
"I'm so close. Bruh, I'm so fucking close." Clay swore and sped up his thrust, he was almost desperate to slam deep into the warmth that was the inside of George, he pulled back harder on the other's hair. The arch in George's back only got more profound. His stomach pressed flat on the mattress below as Clay slammed his manhood into the tight hole. "Me too! Fuck Clay!" George grunted out as he started to squirt ropes of cum all over himself and the white covers. Clay watched as George orgasmed, seeing how his face changed. How beautiful he looked as he came.. From nothing but his cock. "Fuck!" Clay grunted as well, burying himself ballsdeep into George's asshole and unleashing his heavy load into him.
After both of them came down from their orgasms, Clay rolled over and pulled George onto his chest. He gently kissed his head and whispered. "I didn't know you liked getting your hair pulled, gogy." A smirk could be heard as he spoke. "What other kinky shit are you into?" He questioned. George hid his face into Clay's chest, his cheeks burning with a blush. "Nothing…" He said and was obviously lying.
Clay knew that there was going to be a lot to explore with his homie, but that could wait until later. He was tired right now. "Goodnight Gogy." He whispered before they both drifted off to sleep.