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Miles couldn't stop the moans and screams that left his lips even though he tried. His eyes were hazed and tears dripped down his cheeks as he got fucked within an inch of his life. The height of the building made everything more exciting, the danger of falling boiling his blood hotter and making the pleasure he was being succumbed to intensify.
Miguel was fucking him in their usual hotel, the room overseeing the city. Whenever the two meet, the older man takes his sweet time to offload all his pent up frustration, anger and lust onto Miles that had the teen's toes curling five minutes in. He had Miles begging and pleading whenever he decided to play with him and edge him to orgasm before stopping his ministrations.
With how pretty Miles begged - drool running down his lips and his tears welled in those beautiful doe eyes from the boundless euphoria and lust, and lips kiss-swollen - Miguel found it hard to resist giving in.
Currently, Miles was getting his soul fucked out - the teen holding the railing of the balcony tight for his dear life. His feet stopped touching the floor minutes into, using the railing to ground himself if not he felt like he'd go insane. His cock drooled precum onto the floor, swaying in the air with each snap of Miguel's hips.
It was hard, fast and rough - Miguel's hips pistoning forward and relentless. The head of his cock kept on hitting against that familiar spot that had Miles keening loudly and his body trembling.
Miles could only let out loud moans, mewls and screams - his words incoherent as his brain was a fucked out mush. Miguel's well aimed thrusts against his prostate had him going stupid and with how that endowed cock in him made his lower abdomen distend a little, he feared that he'd break.
No. He wanted to break. He wanted Miguel to shatter him into a thousand pieces and then remould him into whatever image he was wanted.
The thought of Miguel breaking him and making him know no one but him had Miles blabbering and pleading for the man to go harder. If he was a little bit coherent, he'd blush at the way he was moaning like a whore - loud, desperate and hungry for more. It challenged the intensity of Miguel's grunts and hissed out cusses - the man reaching down and lifting one of his legs up whike his other hand remained on Miles' hip, bringing back to meet his thrusts.
"Pl- please!" Miles mewled, his hands shaking. He couldn't muster the strength to reach for his cock and jerk himself off.
"Greedy boy." Miguel crooned into his ear, making a shiver go down his spine at how thick, raspy and strained it was. "Even though I'm fucking you into oblivion, reshaping your insides with my cock, you still want more." He whispered sultrily, hot breath grazing the shell of Miles' ear.
Miles could only let out a whimper.
"Well then, who am I to refuse you, Mi Amor." He placed a loving kiss on Miles' neck, sucking on the skin. His fangs threatened to slip out, wanting to sink into that surplus flesh and uproot the delicious nectar that was hidden beneath it. "Take it then. Take it all."
And take, he did. Miles' eyes went wide as he let out a choked gasp - his hands denting the metal railing as they tightened.
Miguel's cock was now jackhammering into him, the pace now increasing. Miles couldn't do anything but take it, his eyes rolling as a continuous wave of pleasure with a little mix of pain kept slamming into him. If this went on, he was going to cum - untouched.
"Cum- cumming!" Miles rasped out, one of his hands reaching behind his head and grabbing Miguel's hair - fingering burning themselves in those locks and pulling at them. This just had Miguel groaning with pleasure. "I think-! Ahn! Fuck! Oh god-! I think I'm about to cum!"
"Then go ahead." Miguel cooed, burying his nose into the crook of Miles' neck. "I want to see how you'd fare cumming untouched."
This man was insane! There was no way Miles was going to cun without one of those big hands wrapping themselves around his leaking cock and jerking him off-
Except he was.
It hit Miles so suddenly that he lost his voice for a second. He let out a choked noise as his body seized up, his balls drawing up. His cock spurted strings of cum onto the floor, some flying off the balcony and getting lost as the fell down.
Every last nerve of Miles lit up like a summer fireworks, his mouth falling open and his body trembling as ecstasy crashed through him like a bulldozer. He couldn't think, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe. His senses went blank and a white noise filled his ears.
But that didn't stop Miguel from chasing his own pleasure. He kept on fucking him through his orgasm, punching out what little air Miles' had left in his lungs. His hips never stopped their momentum, still relentlessly snapping against Miles' tender cheeks.
Miles was mewling and babbling deliriously like a broken record, the teen outright sobbing now. He couldn’t see clearly, his pleasure-induced haze muddling any semblance of thought. His vision was blurred from the constant tears he shed.
Miguel groaned huskily as he continued to drive into Miles' overstimulated body, his hips snapping against Miles' ass without preamble. The added tightness around his cock had him nearing his own orgasm, his pace beginning to falter and his thrusts disorganised.
Without further ado, Miguel released his fangs and sank them into Miles' shoulder, causing the teen to let out a shrill squeal. Around the mouthful of blood, he groaned loudly as he came - his hips still moving as he painted Miles' warm and lube soaked cavern with his cum. Some of his leaked out with each drag of his cock, the squelching noises sinful and filthy. His hips soon came to a pause, flushed against Miles' ass. His cock twitched as he pumped Miles full with his baby makers, coating the teen's stomach with it.
Miles passed out the moment Miguel removed his fangs from his neck, the pleasure too much for him to handle. Miguel just chuckled huskily, his hair mussed and his skin shining with a sheen of sweat, picking the teen up into a bridal carry and making his way back inside.