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Andy Robertson could watch this twink ride up and down his cock all day, and he just might. Harvey Elliott might have been small, but his work ethic more than made up for it, and his tight little body was a wonderland to play in, as far as the Scotsman was concerned. His powerful thighs helped the younger man slide up and down Robbo's length as it filled his almost virgin hole.
“Ugh, you're so big, Robbo,” said the youngster, his own cock flopping up and down as he rode his elder.
Robbo put his hands behind Harvey's back and forced him forward towards his face. Their lips met, Robbo's tongue finding the back of Harvey's throat.
He managed to pull himself away and soon buried his face in the Englishman's chest, sucking his nipples as Harvey instinctively stroked the back of his head. His nipples were becoming as hard as bullets in Robbo's mouth, and his length was now pressed up against the Scot's belly, copious amounts of pre-cum leaking everywhere. God, he tasted so good. Andy needed this, what with Trent giving him the cold shoulder recently and focusing more on Dominik, the new midfield signing from Leipzig.
It had only ever been Trent for Robbo, before this unexpected dalliance with Harvey. He'd never even thought of doing stuff with another guy until that night Trent came to his hotel room in Paris and begged to suck his cock. They'd spent years being exclusive to each other, never once straying. But now Trent had been whoring himself out to Jude on England duty, and then the Hungarian arrived.
Thoughts of the Scouser still on his mind, he grabbed Harvey's sculpted shoulders from behind and rolled him over onto his back, his legs scissored apart by Robbo's constant thrusting. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. Elliott's groans increased and his breathing got more shallow as he winced from the size of the Scotsman's enormous cock penetrating him constantly.
“Mmm, such a good boy, so tight for daddy,” growled the Scotsman.
“Yes daddy, fuck me harder,” replied Harvey. He didn't care how full his hole felt, he wanted more. Robbo was more intense than anyone who'd fucked him before. Fabio was soft and gentle, and Mo was an absolute stud, but Robbo was something else. An absolute machine who didn't care for his comfort or needs. It turned Harvey on massively, to be used like that. Harvey grabbed his own erect cock and started pumping it in time with Robbo's thrusts, until the Scotsman slapped away his hand.
“No, this isn't about you, slut. You don't cum before I do, understand?”
“Yes daddy, I won't do it again,” squealed Harvey in his best submissive voice.
“Good. Don't fuckin' test me again,” warned Robbo, who grabbed Harvey's hands and put them up on the headboard of the bed, far away from being able to interfere with his cock. He was so close to cumming now, Harvey was driving him insane with how he was acting, he was having to hold himself from exploding there and then.
“You going to cum, daddy?” enquired Harvey.
“Where do you want it, whore?” replied Robbo, pulling out his throbbing length and positioning himself over the smaller man's tight body, continuing to stroke himself to completion.
“My face daddy!” he begged.
“Good boy.”
A couple more strokes and an intense roar erupted from the Scotsman, as thick ropes of glistening white cum exploded from the end of his purple-headed cock. It covered Harvey's face incredibly well, and the Englishman delighted in licking it up and swallowing it down, the sticky, warm elixir coating his throat. Harvey didn't want to waist a drop and took the elder's immense cock in his mouth to suck him dry, slurping and licking the still-hard member. He was so turned on he began tugging his own rock hard cock.
“Did I say you could do that?” hissed Robbo, wrapping his hand around Harvey's neck and throwing him back onto the bed.
“Please daddy, let me cum!” Harvey whined.
“No. You disobeyed me. I told you not to touch your cock, and you were fuckin' playin' with it again.” Robbo knelt down on the bed, straddling the helpless twink, knowing this was driving him wild. He grabbed Harvey's balls in his fist and gripped them tightly. “Remember that I own you, and I can do anything I want to you. Yes?”
Harvey let out a whimper and nodded, bowing down to his master's will. Still squeezing his balls, Robbo began to slowly work the shaft of Harvey's stiff length, spitting on it to make sure he had plenty of lubrication as he slid his fist up and down. He started to stroke it faster and faster, sending Harvey's body into contortions as he tried to fight every urge in his body telling him to shoot his load, knowing he'd been forbidden to.
“I think we can let you cum now, lad,” announced Robbo, and within seconds his fist was filled with globules of the young man's seed. “That was a big load, wasn't it?” he said, licking his fingers and savouring the taste of his sub's juice.
“Thank you for letting me cum, daddy,” replied the exhausted Harvey, drained of all energy and resistance.
“I think we should get you cleaned up now,” said Robbo, lifting the twink from his bed and carrying his naked body to the shower room.
He turned on the knob and allowed the water to run and heat up before he stepped into the glass cubicle with Harvey.
Fuck, he looked so good. Seeing the younger man soap his body up was getting Robbo hard all over again. He reminded him a lot of Trent back in the day, before Trent had realised just how hot he was and started seeing other men. Harvey still had no clue just how fucking hot he was. His perfect little body, all ripped and in proportion in the right places, with chunky thighs and an outrageous little arse. If Robbo didn't know any better, he'd say he was falling in love.
He slowly skulked up to the twink and embraced him from behind, whispering in his ear, “I hope you know we were just playing in there, gorgeous. I don't want you to ever feel uncomfortable.”
“I know, bro. I like it. I want it. It turns me on so much,” laughed Harvey.
“Good, I want to make it a regular thing,”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. If you want to, I mean.”
“Robbo, any time, any where. I want you, I'll do fucking anything for you, you know that,” replied Harvey as he washed their cum off his abs and cock. He got up on his tip-toes and planted a kiss on the lips of the Scotsman. “You don't need Trent now. He's got Dominik and he's fucking every other lad in the team, probably. I only want you.”
Robbo's heart fluttered. Here was the hottest guy on the team pledging himself, and yet Robbo could only think of the Scouser. Trent was once again ruining his personal life, and yet he couldn't bring himself to let him go.