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The beginning of Teetee's obsession was not born from a thoughtless impulse or a passing fantasy, but rather from a silent observation—the kind that settles into the back of your mind and, little by little, turns into a mental itch that is impossible to ignore. It was a persistent thought that started small but grew larger every time the sheets of that bed got messy.
Por had always seemed quite satisfied with his current positions in bed. Sometime ago, well before they truly made their relationship official, he had shared an anatomical and personal truth with Teetee: in reality, he felt immensely lazy about being the top. He confessed, amidst relaxed laughter, that he got tired quickly, that the physical effort distracted him, and that, at the end of the day, he didn't enjoy it enough. Teetee genuinely never thought that was a bad thing. On the contrary. For him, being inside Por was like contemplating and enjoying one of the seven wonders of the modern world. He loved the feeling of possession, the perfect fit, his boyfriend's explicit vulnerability.
But look, he loved his and his boyfriend's dynamic in bed. Their sex life was actually great; active, fiery, and frequent. Por always had a massive sexual appetite, a hunger that seemed to wake up with a simple brush of their bodies, and apparently Teetee could satisfy him well. Too well, even. To the point where, ironically, it made Teetee want to feel exactly what he was causing in him.
He caught himself thinking deeply after yet another night of intense lovemaking. The room was immersed in dim light, the smell of sex and sweat still lingering in the air, while Por lay on his chest, completely passed out. Teetee stared at the ceiling, his mind racing a mile a minute, remembering how much his boyfriend seemed to love it. He replayed every detail in his memory, as if watching a slow-motion movie: he remembered Por's frantic touch on his skin, the way he scratched him desperately even with his short nails, looking for support; how he felt Por's body literally tremble beneath him at times, an involuntary vibration while he groaned whimperingly against his neck. He remembered how Por's eyes would sometimes roll back, losing focus, while he quietly cursed Teetee, calling him a "bastard" for going too deep, or praised him with a choked voice, saying "you're so good" and "you make it feel so amazing." More than anything, he remembered the climax: how Por would sometimes cum without even needing to touch himself, just feeling the friction and Teetee's pressure inside him when he rode him hard.
Teetee wanted that so badly. He wanted that loss of senses, that overwhelming pleasure that seemed to disconnect the brain from the body. He was going crazy with his own curiosity. Teetee looked at the top of Por's head, the dark hair messy against his chest, his boyfriend's breathing already heavy and rhythmic from post-sex sleep. With his fingertips, he traced a slow line down Por's bare back, feeling the warm, slightly damp skin marked by the intensity of just a few minutes ago.
What would it be like? he asked himself in a mental whisper, his heart taking a violent leap in his chest just from the audacity of the thought.
What would it be like to be in that position? To feel Por's weight over him, the urgency of being filled completely, the absolute loss of control that made his boyfriend roll his eyes and lose his breath? The idea of switching roles, of surrendering completely to his boyfriend, of opening up to him and letting Por do whatever he wanted with his body, began to burn under his skin like live coals.
But how was he going to bring this up with his boyfriend? Especially with Por, who had already made his disinterest in the effort of that position clear. That was just it. He wasn't going to. Teetee was afraid of ruining what was already perfect, or of making his boyfriend feel pressured to do something he didn't want to do.
In the following weeks, Teetee's routine gained a secret and obsessive second shift. Whenever Por was at work or anywhere alone outside the house, Teetee dived headfirst into anonymous forums, subreddits, and restricted internet communities. He devoured detailed accounts from other men, gathering meticulous tips on how to start bottoming without feeling pain. He spent hours and hours reading about the best brands of lubricants—the difference between silicone and water-based ones—step-by-step physical preparation guides, and the crucial importance of muscle relaxation and breathing. He absorbed everything like a focused student on the eve of a final exam, discovering an entire universe of care that he, as a dedicated top, had never needed to pay attention to. He laughed to himself, a tense and nervous laugh, when reading some realistic threads that warned that the first time was rarely perfect and that accidents and discomfort happened. But his obstinacy was much greater than any fear.
The obsession, however, required materialization. Teetee knew very well that the theory from internet forums and the stories of strangers would get him nowhere without actual practice. He needed to test himself.
The first purchase was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most tense and paranoid one of his life. He spent nearly forty minutes on an online sex shop, his hands sweaty on the keyboard, opening and closing tabs in his browser in a fit of pure anxiety. The mouse cursor hovered over the checkout button while he kept looking at the door, fearing that Por would appear out of nowhere. When he finally gathered the courage, driven by a spike of adrenaline, he bought a basic beginner's kit: a premium water-based lubricant with slightly desensitizing properties to lessen the initial impact, and a set of silicone dildos of gradual sizes, ranging from really small to one close to his boyfriend's size. He paid for the most expensive and fastest shipping available, just to ensure two things: that the packaging was 100% discreet, with no logos or flashy names, and that the delivery happened strictly at a time when Por was out of the house.
On the day the package arrived, Teetee's heart felt like it wanted to burst out of his chest. He took the brown cardboard box from the delivery driver's hands with a nervous smile and ran inside.
Locked in their apartment's bathroom, with the key turned twice and the shower running on full blast to drown out any suspicious noise, he opened the box. His hands shook as he arranged the objects on the marble counter. There was an almost sacred—and deeply intimidating—mystery to it all. He, who always knew exactly how to use his own body to give Por pleasure, who knew every inch of his boyfriend and moved with the confidence of a master, now looked at the silicone toys and felt completely illiterate about himself. But after all that, giving up on trying it was almost a sacrilege.
The shower steam began to slowly dissipate when Teetee turned off the faucet. He dried himself with quick movements, his body tense but his mind focused on a very clear goal. He wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed the tube of lubricant and the smallest of the silicone dildos from the counter, and walked toward their bedroom.
The apartment was silent, immersed in that comforting emptiness of a weekday afternoon. Teetee didn't bother to lock the bedroom door; the apartment was locked up, and he knew Por wouldn't be back for another three hours. He threw the towel aside and climbed onto the double bed, the soft mattress sinking under his knees.
He looked at the empty space around him and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Immediately, Por's image materialized in his mind. He could perfectly picture his boyfriend lying there, cheeks flushed, eyes half-closed with desire, stretching out his arms and calling his name. But this time, the fantasy had a different script. In his mind, Por wasn't waiting to be taken; Por was sitting up, his back resting against the headboard, looking at Teetee with a sly, challenging smile, his palms flat on the mattress, ready to grip his boyfriend's waist firmly.
"If you want it that badly, Tee... come get it," Por's imaginary voice echoed in his mind, slow and authoritative, making the hairs on Teetee's arms stand up.
Teetee took a deep breath, opening his eyes. His heart was beating like a drum. He spread a generous amount of lubricant on his fingertips and on himself, feeling the cold gel contrast with the heat of his goosebump-covered skin. Then, he lubricated the medium silicone dildo—nothing too massive, just what he thought he could handle for a first experience.
Determined to simulate the most intense experience possible, he changed positions. Instead of lying on his side, he positioned himself on his knees, slowly crouching over the object that was firmly supported on the bed. The idea of "riding" the toy was terrifying, but total control of the weight and the descent was in his hands.
When the rounded tip touched his intimacy, Teetee froze. A sharp groan escaped through his clenched teeth. His body's instinct was to repel the intruder, closing up in defense.
"Relax... breathe, Tee. Let the air out," he whispered to himself, trying to emulate the gentle voice he used to use to calm Por down at the beginning of their encounters.
He forced his lungs to empty and, millimeter by millimeter, yielded to his own weight. The stretching sensation was sharp, a slight burning that, in a matter of seconds, transformed into something completely different when the head of the silicone finally entered completely.
Teetee let out his breath all at once, resting his hands on his thighs, his eyes wide as he stared into space. The fullness was real. It was a thermal and nervous shock that felt directly connected to his groin. He moved his hips slightly up and down, experimenting with the friction. At first, discomfort prevailed—it wasn't really anything too great—but soon the heat rose. He imagined his boyfriend gripping his hips tightly, pushing him down, dictating a relentless rhythm, testing Teetee's limits.
"My God, Por..." Teetee murmured, his head falling back, his eyes rolling slightly as a line of sweat rolled down his temple. He brought one of his hands to his own member, discovering that he was completely erect, pulsing just from the sensation of being filled.
The feeling of being filled was intense, but at the same time, Teetee felt that something crucial was missing. He continued to go down and up on the silicone dildo, the cold, artificial material sliding with the help of the lubricant, but the truth was that, deep down, he found it somewhat dull. It wasn't a big deal. It lacked human warmth, the real pulsation, the urgency that only flesh and bone could provide.
Closing his eyes tightly, Teetee began to channel all his energy into idealizing Por right there with him. In his mind, the toy disappeared and gave way to the reality he coveted so much. He visualized Por perfectly: the weight of his boyfriend's body pressing him against the mattress, the heat of their skin glued together, their sweat mixing in the heat of the room. He could almost feel Por's firm fingers digging into his hips, leaving red marks while commanding him with a possessiveness Teetee had never experienced before.
Teetee's trance was so deep that the subtle sound of the key turning in the front door lock was completely drowned out by the fast beating of his own heart and the low groans escaping his lips.
Por had left work early. An unexpected event at the company had canceled the last meeting of the day, and all he wanted was to surprise his boyfriend, maybe cook dinner, and enjoy a quiet night. He walked with light steps down the hallway of the apartment, finding the silence strange, until he noticed the bedroom door ajar.
As he pushed it gently, the scene that revealed itself before his eyes made his own blood freeze for a second, before sending it boiling straight down to his groin.
Teetee was on his knees in the center of the bed, his back to the door. His slightly muscular body was arched, his skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat under the afternoon light. His hands gripped the sheets tightly, and his hips moved in a slow, almost torturous rhythm, descending and ascending over a silicone dildo that shined excessively because of the lubricant.
Por caught his breath, frozen in the doorway. The initial shock of seeing his boyfriend in that position of pure vulnerability was overwhelming. But the shock quickly turned into absolute fascination. He loved what he saw. Every line of Teetee's body exuded raw desire, and the sight of his boyfriend opening up like that, surrendered to a solitary fantasy, ignited a fire in Por that he could barely control.
"Mmh... P'Por..." Teetee's breathless whisper echoed through the room, his hips faltering as he tried to seek in his mind the warmth that the plastic couldn't give.
Hearing his own name come out of Teetee's mouth that way, Por could no longer just watch. He took a step forward, and the sound of his shoe against the floor finally shattered Teetee's bubble.
The shock was immediate. Teetee's eyes widened, his entire body locking up around the object as he whipped his head over his shoulder in panic. Teetee's face flushed instantly, a wave of shame and being caught red-handed flooding his cheeks. He tried to move to pull the sheet, to hide himself, to yank the toy out of there, but Por's voice cut through the air, gentle yet carrying an unprecedented authority.
"Don't move, Tee. Stay exactly where you are."
Por finished unbuttoning his shirt, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, followed by his belt and shoes. He climbed onto the bed with calm, almost feline movements, the dominance of his presence making the bed sink and Teetee's heart race even faster.
Teetee remained static, his eyes wide, his chest rising and falling in short breaths. The initial shame was starting to be swallowed by a paralyzing excitement upon seeing Por's expression—there was no judgment there, only a dark hunger totally focused on him.
"So this is what you do when I'm not around?" Por teased, his voice coming out deep, a whisper right against Teetee's ear as he positioned himself right behind him. He reached out, his warm fingers touching the sweaty skin of Teetee's waist, making him shudder. "Did you miss me, Tee? I didn't know you liked getting fucked like this."
"P'Por... I..." Teetee tried to formulate an excuse, his voice failing, but his boyfriend didn't let him finish.
"Shh. You don't need to say anything. I'm going to help you," Por whispered, his mouth brushing the back of Teetee's neck, sending a violent shiver through him.
With a firm and decisive movement that accepted no refusal, Por gripped Teetee's hips and pulled him back. He sat on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard, and pulled his boyfriend's body on top of himself. He laid Teetee face down over his lap, so that his chest was resting against the mattress, but his hips and ass were angled upward, perfectly shaped and exposed over Por's thighs.
Teetee let out a breathless groan at the sudden change of position. He was completely vulnerable, his face buried in the sheet, his arms stretched forward looking for support, while his intimacy was left totally at his boyfriend's mercy.
Por looked at that sight and swallowed hard, fascinated by how well Teetee's body reacted to his touch. The silicone toy was still there, lubricant glistening in the dim light of the room. Por placed both hands on Teetee's buttocks, squeezing the flesh hard, leaving red marks that contrasted with the fair skin.
"Did you want to have some fun, sweetheart?" Por whispered, his voice dripping with malice. He grabbed the base of the silicone dildo with one hand, while the other slid up Teetee's back, pressing flat between his shoulder blades to keep him firmly pinned against his lap. "Let's see if you can keep up with the rhythm."
Without giving Teetee time to prepare, Por pushed the toy all the way in at once, initiating a firm and relentless thrusting.
"Ah! Fuck!" Teetee arched his back, a loud, sharp groan escaping his throat, his fingers digging desperately into the mattress.
The impact of the toy being handled by Por was completely different from when he tried to control it himself. Por's strength was raw, the rhythm was measured and lacked the patience Teetee had been practicing on himself. The silicone went deep, hitting and stretching Teetee's internal walls in a way that made him instantly lose his breath.
"Look at how you're squeezing, Tee... you're loving this, aren't you?" Por taunted, delivering stinging slaps to the side of Teetee's thigh between thrusts, increasing the delicious humiliation and the heat of the situation. He accelerated the movement, ramming the toy in hard, simulating exactly the possessiveness Teetee had idealized just minutes before.
Teetee began to whimper against the sheet, his mind becoming a blur. His eyes rolled with every deep thrust Por delivered with the plastic. It was intense, it was overwhelming, and the control was entirely in his boyfriend's hands. However, even with the peak of physical pleasure and the adrenaline rushing through his veins, the sensation of the silicone scraping inside only made Teetee's real need scream even louder.
Teetee dug his nails into the sheet, feeling the friction of the plastic stretch his intimacy in a way that felt almost like an insult to the fantasy he had been cultivating. He didn't want an inanimate piece of rubber being pushed by Por; he wanted his boyfriend as a whole. He needed that visceral connection.
"Stop... Por, please, take it out..." Teetee begged, his voice coming out in a whiny, tearful whimper, his eyes squeezed shut as his hips trembled slightly against his boyfriend's thighs. "Take it out, please..."
Por froze the dildo's movement, keeping it inserted to the limit. He leaned his body forward, pressing his own bare chest against Teetee's sweaty back, and gently tugged his boyfriend's dark hair so he would lift his face from the pillow.
"What's wrong, Tee? Is the rhythm too fast for you?" Por asked with sweetness and malice, his warm breath hitting the other's ear.
"It's not that... it's not..." Teetee confessed, a whiny pout on his lips and tears of excitement gathering in the corners of his eyes. He turned his face as much as he could, trying to meet Por's gaze, his voice endearing and vulnerable. "This piece of junk is cold... it's not the same thing. It's no big deal, Por... I thought I wanted this, but it's so dull..."
Por arched his eyebrows, finding his boyfriend's tearful face the most adorable thing in the world, but the lust in his eyes only intensified. He gave a short thrust with the silicone, wrenching a breathless groan from Teetee. "Dull? You're trembling all over underneath me, sweetheart."
"Because it's you who's holding it..." Teetee whimpered, rubbing his face against the sheet before looking back at his boyfriend, totally surrendered and needy. "But I don't want the plastic, P'Por... I want you. I want your cock... I need to feel you. I spent all this time imagining you taking care of me, filling me completely until I couldn't take it anymore. Forget this piece of shit toy... fuck me for real, please..."
The explicit request, wrapped in a neediness so sweet and stripped of any modesty, acted like a spark in a powder keg.
With a firm and steady pull, Por removed the silicone dildo from inside Teetee. The wet sound of the release echoed through the room, and immediately after, the toy was tossed aside carelessly, colliding against the wall before rolling onto the floor.
"You have no idea what you just did by asking like that, Tee," Por declared, his voice now thick, raspy, and completely dominated by desire.
He gripped Teetee's waist firmly, his fingers sinking into the soft skin as he adjusted him carefully on the bed. Keeping his boyfriend lying on his stomach, Por positioned himself on his knees, hovering directly over Teetee's thighs. It was a position Por deemed ideal: it gave him total control over the weight and angle, ensuring he could enter calmly without hurting him.
With one hand flat on Teetee's lower back to keep him steady, Por quickly brought the other down to his own pants, freeing his member which was already pulsing completely rigid, fueled by his boyfriend's total and yielding surrender. He tilted his hips forward and pressed the hot, throbbing tip against Teetee's opening, which instantly contracted in anticipation of the real heat.
"You wanted me, didn't you?" Por whispered, leaving a affectionate kiss on the goosebump-covered nape of Teetee's neck before pushing his hips forward. "Then relax for me, Ter."
When the head of Por's member pressed against Teetee's entrance, the contrast with the silicone was immediate and overwhelming. There was no cold, artificial rigidity of the toy; it was living flesh—hot, pulsing, and massive. Teetee let out a sharp groan, his hips rising in reflex as his fingers dug into the mattress.
"P'Por... F-fuck...", Teetee whimpered, the air escaping his lungs in a gasp.
"Calm down, shh... breathe with me, Tee," Por murmured, gripping his hips with reciprocal force, controlling the entry millimeter by millimeter.
Por pushed his hips slowly and firmly, making his way. The stretch was real, a sensation of fullness so vast it made Teetee's mind float. It was exactly what he wanted: the internal heat expanding as Por sank into him, connecting them in the rawest way possible. When Por finally glued his hips to Teetee's upturned ass, completing the insertion, they both let out a heavy sigh in unison. The fit was perfect, a warm tightness that made Por gasp and close his eyes for a few seconds, delighting in the feeling of being kept inside his boyfriend.
Without rushing, but with an authority Teetee had never seen in him, Por began to dictate the rhythm. He pulled back almost entirely, leaving Teetee exposed to the lack, only to deliver a firm, deep thrust right after, making his boyfriend's body slide forward a bit on the mattress.
"Ah! It's too... P'Por, it's so good...", Teetee stammered, his face buried sideways in the pillow, his eyes half-closed and losing focus. Each real impact echoed straight to his groin, wrenching spasms of pure pleasure from him.
Por loved the reaction. He leaned over Teetee's back, scattering wet kisses across his shoulders and neck, alternating the calm thrusts with more intense pressure. The wet sound of their bodies frictioning and Teetee's needy groans filled the room, creating a thick atmosphere of lust. Teetee felt like his brain was melting; the sensation of his boyfriend's cock pressing against his internal walls with that living heat erased any shred of control he was trying to maintain.
Por held on tightly to Teetee's slender waist. His fingers sank into the soft skin, marking his territory right there. With a firm, heavy movement, he pushed his boyfriend's torso down, burying Teetee's chest against the mattress, while pulling his hips back with intent. He locked his boyfriend there, leaving his ass high, upturned, totally surrendered and open for what was coming next.
At this new, much more locked-in angle, Por pulled almost all the way out, making Teetee let out a needy sigh of longing, only to follow it with a long, unhurried, and absurdly deep thrust. It was at that exact second that Por's penis scraped hard against a tiny spot inside that Teetee didn't even know existed—a spot far too sensitive, hidden and completely unprotected, which Por knew well.
The impact was so precise that Teetee's body jolted, a violent startle that made him lose his breath.
"Ah...! Fuck, Por! What the hell was that...!"
Teetee let out a sharp cry, his voice vanishing in his throat and turning into a choked sob. That spike of pleasure was so absurd, so intense, that it shot like an electric shock all the way up his spine, making his legs instantly go weak. If Por's fingers weren't dug into his waist like handcuffs, he would have collapsed face-first into the sheets. His eyes rolled back, losing focus on everything, and his mouth stayed open, trying to draw in air that wouldn't come. The pleasure was so violent that, without anyone laying a finger there, Teetee's cock pulsed on its own, spurting a thick trail of seminal fluid straight onto the dark fabric of the bed.
Por felt the damage he did the very same second. Teetee's entrance, in a delicious fright, clamped completely around him in a tightness so absurd and hungry it seemed to want to suck every inch of him inside.
Por locked his hips deep inside, letting out a quiet curse while his chest rose and fell glued to his boyfriend's back. He went completely crazy with that reaction; a strong shiver ran through his body and he began to tremble with pure lust, teeth clenched, feeling his boyfriend squeeze him in that perfect way, unable to even control it. It was hot, tight, and far too real to be true.
"Fuck, Tee... look at how you're trapping me inside...", Por whispered, his voice completely raspy, trembling from the crushing grip his boyfriend was giving his cock. He buried his face in Teetee's sweaty neck, biting the skin lightly before giving a slow, needy, and torturous grind, rubbing the head of his member right against that sensitive spot again. "Did you feel that, sweetheart? Did you like it?"
"Por... you bastard... son of a bitch...", Teetee cursed, his voice coming out tearful, endearing, completely broken by the pleasure that humiliated him in a delicious way. He buried his face sideways in the pillow, tears of pure pleasure wetting the fabric. "What the fuck did you do?... What the hell is this feeling?"
Por let out a low, breathy laugh right against the back of Teetee's neck, a sound loaded with immense, proud satisfaction and a touch of affectionate mockery. He didn't slow down for a single second; on the contrary, he kept his hips glued, the hot, throbbing flesh sunk to the limit, savoring every delicious and desperate contraction from his boyfriend.
"You liked it, did you?" Por whispered, his voice drawn out with pure lust as he applied more needy pressure, a torturous grind right on that sensitive spot. "You know what that is, Tee? It's exactly what you do to me every single night. That's why I like it so much."
Teetee let out a sharp whimper, his head sinking into the pillow as he tried to process the provocation and the shockwave that came with it. He couldn't believe that the pleasure he caused in Por was this overwhelming, so violent to the point of making the mind disconnect from the body.
"No... it's not possible...", Teetee whimpered, his hips giving an involuntary jolt as his fingers tore at the sheet. "It's too good... it hurts from being so amazing, P'Por... please..."
"It's so good, isn't it, Ter?" Por countered, and his chuckle faded away, giving way to a low, deep growl as Teetee squeezed him even tighter inside, in a spasm that almost made Por lose control right then and there. "You leave me exactly like this, breathless, wanting to die from so much lust. Only now it's you who's in my hands, totally open for me."
Teetee completely lost his bearings. He uttered a curse cut short by a needy sob, his head shaking from side to side while Por continued to punish that spot with a relentless, focused, and delicious rhythm. Teetee was completely surrendered to this version of Por.
Their mixed sweat made their skin stick together, and the sound of their bodies clashing on the mattress grew more and more frantic. Por gave no rest. With every push, he found that same corner that completely disarmed Teetee, making his boyfriend whimper and beg with disconnected words. Teetee's body trembled so much that the spasms were visible in his thighs and well-defined back. He tried to push his hips back to find more of that pressure, but control of the rhythm belonged exclusively to Por.
Feeling that Teetee was about to melt completely under his weight, Por shifted the dynamic slightly. Without pulling out of him, he gripped his boyfriend's arms firmly and pulled him up, forcing him to prop himself up on his elbows and knees.
"Get on all fours for me, Tee... That's it, hold yourself up well," Por commanded with a failing voice, his hot breath sticking to Teetee's ear as he settled behind that upturned ass, restarting the thrusting with renewed strength.
Teetee let out a needy whimper, his hips rocking back and forth with every heavy thrust. Being in that position, totally exposed and supporting his own weight while Por filled him to the root, was a delicious torture. But the climax of that experience was still to come.
Por brought his right hand down between his boyfriend's thighs. His agile fingers, wet with lubricant, found Teetee's member, which was already completely erect, pulsing and leaking at the base of his belly. Por closed his hand around the hot flesh and began to stroke him in a fast rhythm, combining the grip of his hand with the impact of his hips. The effect of this dual stimulation was immediate and devastating for Teetee.
"Ah... fuck! P'Por... what are you... holy shit!" Teetee cursed loudly, his head falling back, his eyes rolling completely as an indescribable wave of electric shock took over his entire being.
He had never experienced anything like it. It was the massive heat and deep pressure of Por hitting his prostate directly from behind, combined with the firm, rhythmic friction of his boyfriend's hand pulling at his front. The two stimuli seemed to fuse into a single point of pure pleasure, causing his brain to short-circuit. Teetee began to cry for real, a cry of pure ecstasy, his teeth dug into his own lower lip to try to contain the screams echoing through the room.
"Look at how sensitive you get when I touch you like this, Tee...", Por teased, squeezing his boyfriend's member with a bit more force while accelerating the thrusts from behind, mercilessly. "Take it... look at me and take all of it."
"I can't... I can't... P'Por, please, please, more," Teetee begged, his voice completely shattered, needy and desperate. He began to grind desperately against his boyfriend's hand and cock, seeking the trigger for that bomb running through his veins.
Teetee began to contract in violent spasms, sucking Por in a way that almost made the other cum on the spot. Knowing his boyfriend was at his absolute limit, Por delivered a final sequence of fast, deep, and raw thrusts, while his hand slid up and down Teetee's member without letting up.
"Go on, Tee... cum for me! Cum, Ter!" Por commanded, delivering a precise strike to Teetee's most sensitive spot.
Teetee's world simply exploded. With a torn scream that scratched his throat and echoed off the bedroom walls, he arched his spine to the maximum, his back muscles contracting in a tense line as the pleasure ripped him in half. Por's hand continued its firm movement on his front, fast and relentless, and Teetee shot semen violently between his boyfriend's fingers, staining his own sheets in thick, hot jets.
The orgasm was so devastating, so absurdly amplified by the internal fullness and the pressure on his prostate, that Teetee's strength vanished the very same second. His elbows gave out, collapsing all at once onto the mattress, and he fell with his face buried in the pillow, letting out small, needy, and breathless cries.
But Por wasn't done yet.
Feeling Teetee's internal walls contract absurdly in a rhythmic, crushing grip that accompanied his boyfriend's climax, Por let out a deep growl, completely overtaken by lust. That hungry tightness was the final trigger for his own limit. He firmly gripped both sides of Teetee's hips, digging his fingers in to keep him steady, and delivered three raw, fast, and desperate thrusts, sinking everything he had inside.
"Ah, fuck, Tee... You're way too good...", Por cursed quietly, his voice failing completely.
On the final thrust, Por glued his hips to his boyfriend's goosebump-covered ass and poured himself entirely inside him. He discharged hot, abundant jets deep inside Teetee, feeling his own member pulse as it filled the other's internal space. Por let out a long, exhausted sigh and collapsed with a heavy chest onto Teetee's damp back, letting his member slip out with a wet, lazy sound.
The room plunged into a thick silence, broken only by the sound of their loud, ragged breathing. Sweat made their bodies stick together, and the smell of sex hung heavy in the air. Teetee remained with his face buried in the pillow, his entire body giving small post-orgasmic spasms, completely numb.
Gradually, air returned to Teetee's lungs, and with it, a very specific physical sensation began to make itself noticed. He frowned, still lacking the strength to lift his head.
"P'Por... fuck...", Teetee grumbled, his voice coming out muffled against the pillow.
"Mmh?" Por murmured sleepily, his chin resting on his boyfriend's shoulder, his arms still loosely draped around his waist.
"Get off of me... And hand me a towel. This shit is... leaking. It's a really weird feeling," Teetee complained, moving his legs slightly and letting out a needy groan of discomfort.
Por let out a loud, hearty laugh, his chest vibrating against Teetee's back. He rolled to the side, lying on his back on the messy mattress, pulling the top sheet to wipe his own fingers and groin.
"Welcome to my world," Por mocked, poking Teetee's rib with his foot. "You stuff a truckload of cum in me nearly every day and I've never complained. Stop being a baby."
Teetee finally gathered the courage and turned onto his side, pulling a piece of the clean sheet to cover himself, his face still very red, half from exhaustion, half from shame. He stared at the ceiling, his heart already settling down.
"I just... didn't know it was that intense," Teetee admitted quietly.
Por propped himself up on his elbow, facing his boyfriend with a softer smile, though his eyes still held a hint of amusement.
"Now, seriously... What was that nonsense about buying a toy behind my back, Tee? Why didn't you just talk to me?"
Teetee sighed, averting his gaze to the floor where the silicone dildo had been tossed.
"I was embarrassed, Por," he confessed, his voice fading a bit. "You always said you felt immensely lazy about being the top, that you got tired quickly and didn't enjoy it. I was afraid to ask, afraid you'd feel pressured to do something just to please me and end up hating it."
Por's smile faded a bit, giving way to a slightly indignant yet affectionate expression. He reached out and gave Teetee's forehead a light smack.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Por said, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Tee, think about it. I got here and saw my boyfriend, the guy I love, relieving himself and trying to open up to a piece of plastic. To be completely honest, I felt a bit resentful at the moment. I thought, 'Fuck, he has me here at home and prefers to use a toy?'"
"I didn't prefer the toy!" Teetee defended himself quickly, turning his face to look at Por with wide eyes. "I just told you I found that piece of shit completely dull! It doesn't even come close to your cock, Por. For real."
Por looked into his eyes for a long moment, capturing all of Teetee's vulnerability and his haste to explain himself. Por's teasing smile melted away, giving way to an infinitely more tender expression. He reached out, touching Teetee's face with his fingertips, caressing the skin still warm and flushed from the intensity of what they had experienced.
"Come here," Por asked softly, pulling Teetee gently so that he lay on his side, facing him.
Teetee sighed, closing his eyes and enjoying the slow hair-stroking Por began to do.
"I just didn't want to ruin what we have," Teetee admitted, his voice coming out almost like a confessional whisper. "I love giving you pleasure, Por. I love the way we've always worked. But I also wanted to feel you in another way, and after today... after feeling you... I realized it wasn't just sexual curiosity. It was curiosity about us."
Por gave a half-smile, sliding his fingers from the back of Teetee's neck to his cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb.
"Tee, our relationship isn't about who's on top or who's on the bottom. We started this because we love each other. If you want my cock inside you, all you have to do is ask. I loved fucking you, but I also love it when you fuck me. One doesn't cancel out the other."
Teetee opened his eyes slowly, staring at Por. The weight he had been carrying in his chest for weeks simply evaporated in the face of all that naturalness. He let out a weak, somewhat awkward laugh and hid his face in his boyfriend's chest.
"I know, it's just that in my head it seemed like a daunting riddle," Teetee grumbled, his voice muffled against Por's skin. "I thought it would be strange to change the dynamic after so much time doing it only one way."
"Strange? Look at this bed, Tee," Por joked, giving his ass a light pat under the sheet, drawing a needy whimper from his boyfriend. "We almost scratched the wall with the headboard, you came without even touching yourself, and you still called me every name under the sun. If that's strange, I want to be strange every day."
Teetee laughed out loud, his chest shaking against Por's. He lifted his head and stole a long peck, tasting the love and pleasant exhaustion that bonded them.
"I think we can keep going like this, I'm going to love having you inside me again. But tomorrow is my turn."
"Whatever you want, Ter," Por agreed, pulling the sheet to cover them both up to their shoulders and snuggling Teetee even closer to his body. "Now get some sleep, because I know your legs are trembling even now."
Teetee didn't protest. He just closed his eyes, breathing in Por's scent and letting himself drift off to sleep, with the absolute certainty that this new phase of theirs was going to be infinitely better than any fantasy he had ever created in his head.