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“oh my fucking god. tommy, i can't fucking believe you.” wilbur essentially growled.
“look, wil, i'm sorry!” tommy frantically exclaimed. “sorry doesn't fuckin cut it, get over here.”
tommy hesitantly waddled over to wilbur, only to have wilbur pull him into his lap. wilbur peppered angry kisses all over tommys lips and neck, tommy trying to follow him but failing. “stupid slut, always messing with everything. that's no good, tommy. i'm gonna have to punish you now.”
tommy just shuddered and whined in reponse, trying to kiss wilbur again ending with wilbur grabbed the sides of tommys face to stop him. “youre so fucking desperate. you're being punished for being such a whore and you're still acting up? vile, tommy. you hear me? vile.”
“w-wil, please,”. wilbur grabbed tommy's hair, “stop being so fucking pathetic. you're gonna shut the fuck up, be a good little whore and take what i give you.”
you could see the slight anger in tommys face, he wanted to tell wilbur to fuck off and try as equally to ruin his love. but at the same time he really didn't mind, he'd get some pleasure either way.
wilbur gave angry bites and hickeys to tommys neck, sucking harshly. he could hear the smallest whines and groans from his boyfriend. god, he was so adorable.
“oh my god, tommy. you're hard, just from that? how desperate are you, for fucks sake?” tommy bit his lip and gave a glare to wilbur.
“all clothes off, now.”, tommy reluctantly stood up from wilburs lap and began to undress. wilbur loved his body dearly, it was so... perfect. he thought of it as a canvas, and his job was to paint him with his hickeys and bites and so on. he thought tommy was an absolute piece of art.
tommy had gotten all his clothes off, except for his socks. wilbur only pushed his trousers down to barely his knees and took his sweater off. he grabbed tommy again and brought him to his lap.
wilbur slowly dragged his index finger all the way down tommy, “you're fuckin perfect, tommy, you know that? all i want to do is litter you in hickeys, bruise your body to hell and back. i want to make people know that you're mine. my little slut.”
tommy went beet red, as much as he had a huge thing for degradation, he also loved praise, especially from his beloved.
wilbur spun the chair a little to get his lube, grabbing it successfully. he pushed tommy back a bit on his legs and pulled his boxers down enough to have his whole cock out. he lubed himself up, the cold liquid almost making him slip a groan.
once he felt good enough, he lifted tommy up a bit, just above his cock.
he slammed down hard.
”H-HOLY FUCK WIL!” tommy gave his most lewd, pornographic moan wilbur has ever heard.
“bad boy!” wilbur slapped him in the face, “bad boys don't get to speak,”
“don't do it again, slut. you don't wanna know what'll happen to your pathetic fucking self.”
wilbur grabbed tommy again, gripping his waist and and slamming him back down over and over again. continuously hitting his prostate without even realizing.
“holy fuck! tommy, you-you're so fucking tight. ohhhh my fucking god!”
tommy was squeezing onto wilbur for dear life, biting wil's neck to stop his moans, only small sounds escaping.
“oh, fuck! tommy, tommy, tommy!” wilbur exclaimed as he slammed down harder, nearing his orgasm. and tommys too.
with one final thrust, they came. hard. really hard.
“ahh, fuck, tommy...” he panted. after he came back to his senses, he looked at tommy.
and holy shit.
he was a blushing mess, drool all down his chin, kiss swollen lips, tears running down his face and his eyes hazy.
wilbur cupped his face and gave his a kiss on the cheek. “sorry if i was too harsh, it wasn't a big deal. are you alright though?” wilbur asked, genuine concern in his now soft voice.
“yeah-yeah. holy fuck, wil. i-i'm,” tommy gasped for breath, “i-i'm alright, jesus bloody christ, man.”
wilbur chuckled at the younger.
“tommy, where did you put the tissues?”