- Yes…

The guy immediately groaned as soon as I entered. Mmm... What a "sweet" voice he has... I had to make an effort not to break loose, giving him the opportunity to get used to the feeling of fullness inside. Putting my hands on my narrow hips, I began to slowly move, mentally reminding myself with every thrust that I was making love to a fragile person.

“Hurry,” Pasha groaned, leaning his hands against the wall. - On the grass...

“Why should we hurry,” I whispered in his ear, pressing the hot body to me. Hmm, apparently the guy is used to different sex. Soldier. "Put it in, take it out and go." If you remember, at night Pasha also asked faster, even if he himself was still far from the peak of pleasure.

“Ah,” Pasha broke from his lips as soon as I touched his excited penis. I slowly ran my hand along the entire length of his dignity, exposing the head, and then slid the pad of my thumb along the bridle while not stopping leisurely movements from behind.

“M-mm,” the guy whined even louder, leaning towards any caresses.

Then I decided to fool around a little and completely left the anus heated by desire. For which he was immediately rewarded with a cursing look of misty eyes.

- Want more? - He whispered in Pasha's ear, plucking another weary groan from his lips. - Your voice is crazy, you know about it?

“It looks like you want to drive me crazy,” the guy growled, turning around to face me. - Do not play with me…

This time I was the first to reach for a kiss, unable to bear the offended look in front of me. Not immediately, but Pasha nevertheless reciprocated, although he bit my lower lip, thereby showing his character. The kiss dragged on, and I myself wanted to be inside the supple body again.

Eagerly, I lifted the boy up by his hips. Pasha apparently guessed what would happen next, so he grabbed my neck with his hands, deftly crossing his legs behind me. Leaning my lover back against the wall, I began to put him on my penis, again feeling like I was plunging into a pleasant warm inside. Entering him completely, I again stopped, but now I no longer wanted to tease, I wanted to hear his voice again.

- More ... - Pasha himself began to pull himself up on my hands, hurrying to action.

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- Yes…

The guy immediately groaned as soon as I entered. Mmm... What a "sweet" voice he has... I had to make an effort not to break loose, giving him the opportunity to get used to the feeling of fullness inside. Putting my hands on my narrow hips, I began to slowly move, mentally reminding myself with every thrust that I was making love to a fragile person.

“Hurry,” Pasha groaned, leaning his hands against the wall. - On the grass...

“Why should we hurry,” I whispered in his ear, pressing the hot body to me. Hmm, apparently the guy is used to different sex. Soldier. "Put it in, take it out and go." If you remember, at night Pasha also asked faster, even if he himself was still far from the peak of pleasure.

“Ah,” Pasha broke from his lips as soon as I touched his excited penis. I slowly ran my hand along the entire length of his dignity, exposing the head, and then slid the pad of my thumb along the bridle while not stopping leisurely movements from behind.

“M-mm,” the guy whined even louder, leaning towards any caresses.

Then I decided to fool around a little and completely left the anus heated by desire. For which he was immediately rewarded with a cursing look of misty eyes.

- Want more? - He whispered in Pasha's ear, plucking another weary groan from his lips. - Your voice is crazy, you know about it?

“It looks like you want to drive me crazy,” the guy growled, turning around to face me. - Do not play with me…

This time I was the first to reach for a kiss, unable to bear the offended look in front of me. Not immediately, but Pasha nevertheless reciprocated, although he bit my lower lip, thereby showing his character. The kiss dragged on, and I myself wanted to be inside the supple body again.

Eagerly, I lifted the boy up by his hips. Pasha apparently guessed what would happen next, so he grabbed my neck with his hands, deftly crossing his legs behind me. Leaning my lover back against the wall, I began to put him on my penis, again feeling like I was plunging into a pleasant warm inside. Entering him completely, I again stopped, but now I no longer wanted to tease, I wanted to hear his voice again.

- More ... - Pasha himself began to pull himself up on my hands, hurrying to action.

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- I will bring you to pleasure ... - I whisper in his ear, slightly biting the lobe, gradually increasing the amplitude of penetrations.

You can have sex in different ways. You can just give your body to achieve the pleasure of only your partner. And you can get an orgasm together.

Pasha was already moaning in his voice, not holding back his emotions. I also did not see the point in holding back, biting his lips, I entered faster and faster.

"I can't take it anymore," he whispered, digging his nails into my shoulders. - I'm going to finish now.

“I want to finish with you,” I answered and began to move more intensively, entering him to the full length. The water that fell from above began to evaporate from our bodies from the ongoing passion between us.

"I'm already at my limit," the boy warned in a shaky voice.

“Just don’t stop,” he said, kissing me on the lips. - Do not go out.

- As you say, - I answered with a smile, feeling the approach of my orgasm.

It only took me a couple of thrusts for the spicy pleasure to overwhelm me. Pasha finished at the same time as me, pouring out on my stomach.

“It was the best sex of my life,” Pasha whispered, hanging in my arms.

“Mutually,” I replied, kissing him once more on the lips. “Right up to the stars in front of my eyes,” I didn’t cheat at all, and then put the guy on his feet, and we stood hugging under the shower for a long time, restoring our breath.

Naturally, after this, I didn’t want to sleep anymore. After showering, we went to the kitchen. I got the leftover pizza from the kitchen cabinet and a bottle of beer from the fridge.

“Sorry, no more food. There are also dumplings, but there is nothing to cook them in - yes, I have a lot of tension with clean dishes. I sadly looked at the sink with a mountain of unwashed utensils. And before that I would have been killed for at least one plate left in the sink.

“Don’t worry, it’ll do,” Pasha took a piece of pizza and put it in the microwave. I opened a beer for us. - The department rents this apartment for you? he asked, looking around my kitchen.

“Yeah, well,” I replied, drinking my beer in greedy sips. - I don't need any more. Bed, refrigerator, shower. And where did you live?

“In the university dorm,” he took out a pizza from the microwave and sat down at the table. It's strange, we just met yesterday, and it's easy for me to communicate with him. Anyway, we just had sex, and now we're just talking about my apartment. Is it just me or have I finally found a friend? - Do you want to ask why not at Korotkov's?

“I want to ask why you are talking so calmly about all this,” I still could not stand it and raised my voice. No, well, how can you not respect yourself?

“I got into bed with him myself, imposed myself,” there was a feeling that he was explaining this a hundred and fifty times. - He immediately said that he would not live with me.

“So why did you have to fuck then?” I interrupted him.

“You fucked me too, but you won’t call me to live,” Pasha quipped, looking at me, and I raised an eyebrow in surprise. In short, everything is difficult with us. And don't think that I sleep with everyone. In fact, I have never cheated on him.

“I’m in awe,” what else can I say?

"Just shut up," he added in a tired voice. Tired, because he, apparently, was already tired of explaining all this every time. “I won't leave him. And nothing will change. I knew what I was getting into when I lay under it. I knew about his relationship. He knew that he would not be able to leave them. Believe me, we are not the first day with him already live. Everything was. He tried to leave that sick relationship. It didn't work out. He was leaving me. And he returned. I left where my eyes look and also returned. This is how sick love is.

“Some kind of trash,” I sighed, sipping beer from a bottle.

- We ourselves did not notice how we became dependent on each other. Let's close the topic, - Pasha asked, finishing his pizza. It was evident that it hurt him to experience all this alone. After all, it is not enough, probably, to whom you will tell such a thing.

"Why are you telling me all this?" “I didn’t ask him this morning if he had a boyfriend or anything like that. He decided to tell himself.

“I would have known anyway,” he just shrugged. “Everyone would just say it their own way. Somehow I wanted you to know from me. You are not like the others. You have life force under your skin. I am a sensor, I feel the power of others. You are even different from Michael, even though you are of the same race.