Dennis didn't give Kota a chance to argue or even fully process the offer. The younger boy's hands shot out again, palms flat against Kota's chest, and shoved him backward with surprising force for someone so slim. Kota's back hit the closed toilet lid with a dull thunk, the porcelain cold through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Before he could even adjust his position, Dennis was already climbing on, swinging one leg over Kota's lap and straddling him fully. The baggy sweatpants were still bunched around Dennis's thighs from earlier, ass completely bare and still slick with lube and cum. The younger boy reached between them with trembling fingers, freed Kota's cock once more—already stirring back to life despite the raw ache—and lined himself up without hesitation.
He sank down in one long, greedy drop.
The tight, fluttering heat swallowed Kota whole again, walls pulsing and gripping like they were trying to pull him deeper. Dennis let out a long, shuddering moan the second he bottomed out, ass flush against Kota's hips, cheeks spreading wide around the thick base. His hands flew up immediately, wrapping around Kota's neck, fingers interlocking at the nape and squeezing just enough to feel possessive. Then he started riding—wildly, relentlessly, no buildup, no teasing. His hips slammed down hard, massive cheeks clapping loud against Kota's thighs with every bounce, the wet smack echoing off the bathroom tiles like gunfire in the small space.
Dennis's moans were quieter than upstairs, low, breathy, desperate—but no less filthy. "Fuck—yes—Kota—use me—fill your little toilet—" His voice cracked on every downstroke, body shaking as he bounced faster, the fluffy shirt riding up to expose the smooth plane of his stomach. Kota's hands flew up into the air on instinct, hovering for a second like he didn't know what to do with them, letting Dennis take complete control. The younger boy rode him like he was starving, ass rippling with every impact, tan lines flashing as those planetary cheeks spread and clapped again and again.
"Grab them," Dennis begged between bounces, voice breaking.
"Please—grab those hams—squeeze my fat cheeks—make me feel small—make me feel used—" Kota's hands dropped instantly, fingers sinking deep into the overflowing flesh. He squeezed hard, kneading the massive globes, spreading them wider on every downstroke so he could feel himself bottom out even deeper. The soft weight overflowed his palms, jiggling violently under his grip. Dennis moaned quietly, a long trembling sound that vibrated against Kota's neck. "Yes—like that—squeeze your cumrag—hurt me—use me like trash—"
The self-deprecating insults started pouring out in a steady, broken stream, timed perfectly with every hard bounce. "I never want a job," Dennis gasped, slamming down again, cheeks clapping loud enough to make Kota wince at the volume. "I just wanna marry someone rich with a big dick so I can be his stay-at-home toilet. Wake up every morning plugged and leaking. Spend all day waiting for the next load. Crawl to him on my knees when he gets home. Open wide. Swallow. Beg for more." Another brutal drop, ass rippling. "But I don't deserve that. I'm just a cumrag. A dirty little fuck toy. Too broken. Too greedy. Nobody would keep a slut like me around forever. I'm only good for one thing—getting filled and forgotten."
Kota's cock throbbed harder inside him, the words sinking deep into some dark corner of his brain and lighting everything up. But underneath the heat, worry gnawed at him. Dennis's tone wasn't just dirty talk anymore; it felt too raw, too constant, like he actually believed every word. The self-hatred was relentless, looping back on itself with every bounce. Kota slowed his hips just enough to pause the rhythm, hands still gripping those massive cheeks but holding Dennis still for a moment.
"Hey," Kota said quietly, voice rough from exertion but serious. "This is just for the sex, right? Like… this is all roleplay? You're okay? You don't actually think—"
Dennis groaned in frustration, grinding down hard once to make Kota's cock jump inside him. "Yes—fuck—yes, it's just for the sex. I love it. I love being degraded. It gets me off so hard. I'm fine. I'm good. Stop worrying and hurry up and get hard again. Pound me. Use me. Please." He rolled his hips in a slow, teasing circle, walls fluttering deliberately around Kota's length. "Don't stop. I need it. I want it. Keep going."
Kota searched his face for another long second, Dennis's eyes were glassy with lust, cheeks flushed under the smudged makeup, lips parted in that needy pout—but the desperation looked real in the best way, not broken. He nodded once. The sex continued.
Dennis grinned like a complete slut the moment Kota started thrusting up again. He leaned in close, tongue darting out to lick a long, wet stripe up the side of Kota's neck, tasting sweat and skin. "Mmm… you taste like sex," he murmured, licking again, this time dragging his tongue across Kota's jaw, then his cheek, sloppy and shameless. His bounces picked up speed, ass clapping louder now, cheeks rippling wildly under Kota's squeezing hands. Dennis's tongue kept moving—neck, ear, corner of Kota's mouth, even dipping in for quick, filthy kisses between moans.
"More cum," he begged, voice breaking on every downstroke. "Please—give me more—flood your toilet—make me leak all the way home—ahh—yes—yes—Kota—cum in me—cum in your slut—" His tongue lapped at Kota's neck again, wet and hot, then dragged across his cheek once more. "I'm nothing—just a hole for rich dick—gonna beg my future husband to piss in me too—use me like furniture—step on me—spit on me—fill me till I overflow—ahh—yes—yes—cum—cum now—"
The constant licking, the filthy promises, the way Dennis's ass clenched and milked him on every bounce—it was too much. Kota's hands tightened on those massive cheeks, spreading them wider as he thrust up hard. Dennis kept begging, tongue never stopping, licking Kota's neck, his jaw, his lips, moaning the whole time. "Cum—cum inside—flood me—make me your cumrag forever—please—Kota—now—now—now—"
Kota couldn't hold back. He thrust up one last time, burying himself deep, and came hard, pumping thick ropes straight into Dennis's greedy hole. Dennis moaned loud against Kota's neck, body shaking as he came untouched again, spurting weakly against Kota's stomach while his ass pulsed and fluttered around the spurting cock, milking every drop.
When Kota finally stopped pulsing, Dennis lifted his head, grinning wide, cum still leaking down his thighs, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. (GOLLY who got you smiling like that)
He grinned.