Jamal slammed the door behind them, the cheap lock clicking loud in the empty apartment. Tyrell was already peeling off his hoodie, sweat shining on his dark skin. Both of them were still breathing hard from the run, hearts pounding from the deal that had gone sideways. Jamal grabbed Tyrell by the back of the neck and yanked him close.
"You owe me for that shit," Jamal growled, voice low and rough. His hand slid down and squeezed Tyrell's thick ass through the jeans. "And I'm collecting right now."
Tyrell didn't fight it. He pushed back against the grip, a smirk on his face. "Then take it, nigga. Been waiting for you to stop fronting."
Jamal shoved him against the wall and dropped to his knees. He ripped Tyrell's belt open, yanked the jeans down, and freed the heavy black cock that flopped out half-hard. It was thick, veined, the head already leaking. Jamal wrapped his lips around it without hesitation, sucking hard and fast, taking it deep until his nose pressed into the trimmed bush at the base.
Tyrell groaned and grabbed Jamal's head with both hands, fucking his throat in short, rough thrusts. "That's it, suck that dick. Get it sloppy for your ass."
Jamal pulled off, spit dripping from his chin, and stood up. He spun Tyrell around, bent him over the arm of the couch, and kicked his legs apart. He spit on his fingers, worked two into Tyrell's tight hole, then lined up his own fat cock and pushed in raw. No lube, just spit and attitude. Tyrell hissed but pushed back, taking every inch until Jamal's balls rested against him.
"Fuck yeah," Tyrell grunted. "Pound that shit."
Jamal started fucking him hard, hips snapping, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. He reached around and stroked Tyrell's cock in time with his thrusts, squeezing the shaft, thumb rubbing over the wet head. Every time Jamal bottomed out, Tyrell moaned louder, pushing back to meet him.
They switched positions fast. Tyrell shoved Jamal onto the couch, climbed on top, and sank down on the thick cock, riding it reverse so Jamal could watch his ass swallow it. Tyrell bounced hard, muscles flexing, sweat flying. Jamal slapped his cheeks, spread them, watched his dick disappear over and over.
"Look at that greedy hole," Jamal said, voice dirty and direct. "Taking every inch like you were made for it."
Tyrell leaned forward, hands on Jamal's knees, and worked his ass in tight circles, grinding down. Jamal reached up and pinched Tyrell's nipples, twisting until Tyrell cursed and stroked his own cock faster.
They moved to the floor next. Jamal put Tyrell on his back, legs pushed wide, and fucked him deep and steady, staring down at the way Tyrell's hole stretched around his shaft. He leaned in and kissed him rough, tongues sliding, teeth biting lips. Tyrell wrapped his legs around Jamal's waist and pulled him closer, demanding more.
Jamal pulled out, flipped Tyrell onto his stomach, and mounted him again, this time pinning his arms. He fucked him with long, powerful strokes, balls slapping, sweat dripping onto Tyrell's back. Tyrell reached back and spread his own cheeks, giving Jamal full access.
"Fill me up," Tyrell demanded. "Shoot that load in my ass."
Jamal slammed in one last time and came hard, pulsing deep inside him, hot cum flooding the hole. He stayed buried while Tyrell jerked himself off beneath him, shooting thick ropes across the floor. When Jamal finally pulled out, cum leaked out and ran down Tyrell's balls.
They stayed there a minute, breathing heavy, bodies slick. Jamal reached down and rubbed the mess around Tyrell's hole, pushing some of it back in with two fingers. Tyrell just laughed low and pushed back against the touch.
"Round two in ten," Tyrell said, already getting hard again. "And this time I'm taking your ass."
Jamal grinned and slapped his thigh. "Bet."
