Jake shoved Ryan face-down on the bed and yanked his jeans down to his knees. "Spread those fucking legs," he growled. Ryan did it, ass up, hole already twitching. Jake spat on his own cock and pushed in raw, no warning. Ryan let out a long, low moan that started deep in his chest and climbed into a broken "Fuuuuck."
Jake didn't ease up. He slammed in balls-deep on the first thrust and kept going, hips snapping hard. Each time his cock bottomed out, Ryan moaned louder, the sound wet and desperate. "Yeah, take it," Jake grunted. "Moan for this dick." Ryan's voice cracked on every stroke, turning into a steady stream of "oh god, oh fuck, right there" that filled the room. Sweat ran down Jake's back as he gripped Ryan's hips and pounded harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with those filthy moans.
Ryan tried to push back but Jake held him down, one hand on the back of his neck. "Stay put and moan like the slut you are." The next thrust punched a high, needy sound out of Ryan's throat. Jake reached under him, found his leaking cock, and stroked it in time with his thrusts. Ryan's moans got higher, shorter, almost frantic. "Don't stop, don't fucking stop," he begged, voice hoarse already.
Jake pulled out, flipped him onto his back, and shoved back in. Now he could watch Ryan's face while he fucked him. Eyes half-shut, mouth open, every thrust forcing another raw moan out. Jake leaned down and bit his nipple, and Ryan's moan turned into a shout. "Louder," Jake ordered. He hammered in faster, cock dragging over that spot inside that made Ryan's whole body jerk and his voice crack into wordless, broken sounds.
They switched again. Jake sat back against the headboard and pulled Ryan onto his lap, facing him. "Ride it.
Make those noises while you bounce." Ryan sank down, taking every inch, and started moving. His moans came out in rhythm with his hips, low and guttural when he dropped all the way, then sharp and gasping when he lifted up. Jake grabbed his ass and spread him wider, watching his own cock disappear. "That's it, moan on my dick," he said, voice rough. Ryan's head fell back and he let out a long, filthy groan that didn't stop until he bottomed out again.
Jake took over, thrusting up hard from below. Ryan's moans turned frantic, spilling out nonstop. Sweat slicked their chests. Ryan's cock rubbed between their stomachs with every slam. "Gonna come," Ryan gasped between moans. "Fuck, I'm gonna come." Jake didn't slow down. He kept driving up into him until Ryan's voice broke into one long, shaking moan and hot cum shot across Jake's abs. His hole clenched tight around Jake's cock, milking it.
Jake flipped them again, put Ryan on his stomach once more, and fucked him through the aftershocks. Ryan's moans were weaker now but still constant, soft and wrecked. Jake chased his own orgasm, pounding deep until his balls tightened and he unloaded with a guttural groan of his own. He stayed buried, pulsing, while Ryan's hole fluttered around him and one last shaky moan escaped.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, bodies stuck together with sweat and cum. Ryan's voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. "Fuck… that was loud." Jake laughed low against his shoulder and pulled out slow, watching his load leak. He slapped Ryan's ass once, light. "You earned every moan."
Ryan rolled onto his side, still catching his breath, a satisfied grin on his face. Jake pulled him close, one hand resting on his hip. The room smelled like sex and sounded like quiet, satisfied breathing. Outside, the city kept moving, but in here everything had narrowed down to the heat between them and the memory of those raw, desperate sounds still echoing in their ears.
