Just for the Two of Us ❤️
Added 2025-08-15 18:00:12 +0000 UTCEli knelt down, stumbling slightly on an old wooden plank. Sunlight streamed through the window, warming his cheek as he blushed, unable to meet the gaze above him.
"Are you sure... no one's around?" he whispered, his voice trembling. His fingers shook as he fumbled with his friend’s belt.
Jason chuckled, resting a firm hand on the back of Eli’s head.
"You’re the one who found this place, remember?" he said softly, a teasing edge to his tone. "No more hiding behind trees. This little cabin is perfect."
Eli swallowed hard. Heat and nerves swirled inside him. Slowly, he leaned forward, lips brushing against the warm tension in front of him. His first movements were hesitant, as if he still couldn’t believe what he was doing.
"Mmm..." slipped from his mouth as he began to move rhythmically, eyes tightly shut.
"Schl... schlp... mm... hhn..."
Jason bit his lip and reached down, guiding him gently, setting the pace.
"You’re doing so well..." he murmured, fingers curling into soft blond strands. "Didn’t expect you to be this bold."
Eli let out a muffled whimper as the pressure on his head increased.
"I-it's so much..." he gasped between moans, but didn’t stop.
"Shhlp... hh... mmh..."
Their breathing filled the dusty silence of the abandoned house. The floor creaked beneath them, almost as if it couldn’t take the tension either.
After a few minutes, Jason pulled back slightly.
"Stand up. I want you... another way."
Eli slowly rose to his feet, cheeks still burning. He turned around, placed his hands on the windowsill, and bent over slightly, not daring to look behind him.
Jason stepped closer, caressing his thigh.
"Just like that... trust me."
When he entered, Eli cried out:
"Ahh...!" His fingers gripped the wood tight, back arching. "T-too fast..."
But Jason moved steadily, sinking in deeper with each slow push, making Eli gasp and tremble.
"You’re so warm... so sweet..."
Sunlight painted their bodies in gold, dust swirling around like the room itself was holding its breath.
Minutes later, Jason pulled out, and Eli, panting, sank to his knees again.
"I... I can’t stand anymore..."
"Lie down," Jason whispered, easing him onto his back. The old floor was warm from the sun. Eli spread his legs wordlessly, eyes half-lidded and glazed.
Jason moved between them and entered again, slowly, deeply. Eli moaned, his shoulders trembling.
"Y-you're deeper now..."
"I can't... ahh...!"
Each movement echoed inside him, drawing soft cries. He clutched the old fabric beneath him, body twitching with every thrust.
"J-Jason...!"
Jason didn’t slow down. His pace grew hungrier, more urgent—until finally he growled low in his throat, pressing in deep one last time.
"Aahh—"
"Wait...!" Eli gasped, feeling warmth spilling deep inside him.
He froze, breath catching. He could feel it... slowly seeping back out, trailing along the inside of his thigh.
"Y-you didn’t..." But Jason was already lying beside him, smiling lazily.
"I couldn’t help it. You were just too good, Eli."
The boy stared at the ceiling, chest rising fast, lips parted, skin damp and flushed.
"I didn’t know I’d... like it this much."
Jason leaned in and kissed his cheek.
"Now you do."
