"Ah... ah... too deep..."
"How is it... does getting fucked by me feel good... huh?"
"Good... it feels so good I could die.... Ah ah... your cock is too big... you're going to fuck my hole apart..."
"... Ha... you learn fast... speaking such lewd words without any shame..."
"Ah ah ah... I don't care... hurry up and fuck me... it feels so good I'm dying..."
"Here is the fucking you wanted... is your hole split open yet... die, take this..."
"Ah ah ah uh uh... fuck me, fuck me... ah ah..."
Enda knelt prone on the rug, supporting himself with his hands, opening his mouth to moan and scream. Saliva he couldn't swallow in time drooled out, wetting a patch of the fur. His lower body was also secreting intestinal fluids, making it easier for Dante to slide in and out. The poor fur rug was soaked in a patch, partly from Enda's semen, partly from the fluids flowing out of him.
Dante gripped Enda's waist tightly, delivering powerful thrusts. His cock, coated in a layer of clear fluid inside the anus, made him growl softly:
"Damn it, why is there so much water coming out? Are you a woman? Your asshole is leaking as much water as a pussy..."
"No... I'm not... ah ah ah... so good... I want to come... I'm about to come... Ah ah ah."
"I'm coming too, let's come together, take my sperm, hnn, oh ah..."
Dante tensed up, one hand squeezing Enda's waist, the other grabbing Enda's hand and pulling it toward himself, pounding his cock rapidly like a sewing machine. Their lower bodies slammed against each other, creating wet slapping sounds that echoed throughout the room.
"Ah... coming... Ah ah ah."
"Gr...rr... So good... Uh ah..."
Enda screamed, his body arching, head thrown back. His small cock twitched a few times before spraying out a stream of liquid; because he had ejaculated so much, it was now just a murky color. His hole contracted rapidly, squeezing the cock that was stirring inside. Dante couldn't hold back anymore; he roared, thrusting hard forward once, his body jerking twice as he shot all his hot sperm inside Enda's hole.
Both of them collapsed onto the rug, gasping for air. Dante waited for the orgasm to pass before pulling his semi-hard cock out of Enda's hole. The withdrawal made a distinct 'pop' sound. The hole, unable to close immediately, pulsated open and shut, and a stream of cloudy white semen flowed out, some sticking to Enda's thigh, some falling onto the fur rug.
Waiting for his mind to clear from the haze, Dante turned his head to glance at Enda. Seeing the boy close his eyes in exhaustion, Dante smiled softly and reached out to brush away a few strands of bangs sticking to Enda's forehead.
"Your hair is getting too long, aren't you afraid of it poking your eyes?"
Enda opened his eyes to look at him, speaking lazily:
"Normally I wear glasses, so it doesn't poke them."
Having just gone through a session of lovemaking that made him lose track of heaven and earth, his voice was completely hoarse. Dante glanced at the wall clock.
Two fifteen in the afternoon...
When he and the boy started flirting, it was only around nine-twenty or nine-thirty. That meant they had been having sex for nearly five hours, straight through noon.
Good heavens. Dante covered his face and laughed softly. He had never played so crazily before.
"What are you laughing at?"
Dante rolled over to lie on his stomach, leaning close to him and saying:
"I was thinking, it's already nearly two-thirty in the afternoon. What are we going to do about our lunch?"
"..."
Enda blushed. He hadn't expected his first time having sex to be so intense—ignoring hunger, ignoring fatigue, knowing only how to endlessly demand more.
Dante stood up and, completely naked, walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water. He lifted Enda up slightly to feed him the water, then said gently:
"I'll wash you up, otherwise you might get a fever."
Enda blushed and tried to lift himself up, but the moment he moved, his body felt as if it had been crushed by a truck; it was both painful and sore. His face instantly turned pale. Dante scolded him lightly:
"Don't move around, let me help you."
Saying that, he gently lifted his arms to turn Enda over, helping him lie on his back. Then, he slipped his hands under Enda's head and legs, using all his strength to pick him up. Walking all the way from the office to the bedroom and then into the bathroom, Dante was exhausted to the point of being out of breath. Putting Enda down and helping him stand upright, Dante gave the boy's butt a playful slap and scolded lovingly:
"Good lord, you look skinny but you're surprisingly heavy. Does everything you eat go straight to your ass?"
Enda swayed slightly, pouting:
"Hey..."
"Hehe... I won't tease you anymore. Here, brace your hands against the wall, bend down a little..."
Enda did as he was told, sticking his butt out slightly. The stream of warm water from the showerhead soothed the stinging pain below a little. He could clearly feel Dante's finger gently stirring inside his hole. The sensation of itchiness increased again, and the little brother in front, having no self-control, perked its head up slightly. Dante also noticed the change in him. Honestly, Dante himself was about to lose control again, but this was Enda's first time, and they had been at it for five hours; if they continued, the boy wouldn't be able to handle it.
He could only turn Enda's head around, kissing him deeply. One hand grasped Enda's cock to help him masturbate, while Dante thrust his own member between Enda's thighs, mimicking the motion of intercourse, moving back and forth.
"Mmph... hnn..."
With his cock held by the man and his scrotum rubbing against Dante's cock, it wasn't long before Enda ejaculated again. Dante sprinted for a few dozen more strokes before growling softly, shooting out streams of hot semen.
He panted, kissed Enda's ear, and whispered:
"Good boy, out of consideration that today was your first time, I'll let you off."
Enda lowered his head shyly, standing still like a rich young master letting a servant attend to him. Dante washed Enda briefly and then showered himself. Before the dry wood could ignite a fire for the second time, everything was finished. Helping Enda lie down on the bed, he took cotton swabs and iodine alcohol to carefully treat the boy's anus.
Fortunately, it was only slightly torn on the outside; applying a bit of ointment would do.
Dante adjusted the air conditioner to a moderate temperature, covered Enda with a thin blanket, kissed his forehead softly, and said gently:
"Rest for a bit. I'll go order something to eat and clean up the office."
Remembering the office that the two of them had turned into a disaster zone, Enda blushed and whispered:
"Yes."
Dante smiled softly and walked out. Enda hugged the blanket and lay there for a moment. Exhaustion washed over him, causing him to gradually sink into a haze. Before drifting off to sleep, Enda wondered:
*Right now, the relationship between Dante and me... what is it considered to be?*