"Ngh ah... bad hubby... hurry up and fuck me... it's so itchy..."
"Boo hoo... hubby... please hurry up and fuck me... ahh... that's right, fuck me like that... fuck me to death..."
Dante pushed all of Enda's semen into Enda's very own back hole. Making sure it wouldn't flow out anymore, he stood up and shoved his about-to-explode cock in, thrusting rapidly.
"Why are you talking so much, huh? You like to be fucked, right... take this fuck... are you dead yet?"
"Ah ah ah... I'm going to die... I'm about to be fucked to death by you... ah ah ah... it feels so good hubby... I love you, I love you..."
"Baby, I just inseminated you... tell me... can you get pregnant with our child?"
"Ngh... hooligan... ah ah ah.... I won't... get pregnant... I'm a man... ngh ah..."
"Of course I know... it's just that you leak so much water... could you get pregnant, huh? I'm giving you my seed, get pregnant with my baby, okay, okay?"
"You're the one getting... ah ah ah.... Bastard.... stop swirling in that spot... ah ah ah"
"Boo hoo... you're bullying me... ah ah ah feels so good..."
"Do you like me bullying you?"
"I like it... ah... I like it..."
"Like this... or like this..."
Dante changed thrusting angles a few times, sometimes piercing to the hilt, sometimes only rubbing shallowly on the outside. Enda went completely numb, totally unable to answer. Saliva he couldn't swallow in time, along with copious sweat, soaked the bedsheets.
Dante pulled Enda up to sit, letting Enda lean against him. Slipping his hands between Enda's legs, he carried Enda into the bathroom, fucking Enda as he walked, forcing Enda to wrap his arms around his head just to keep from falling to the ground.
Stepping into the large bathroom, Dante said:
"Remember the first time we met? When you fell, your butt sticking up, this slutty hole of yours exposed right before my eyes, as if inviting me to fuck it. Were you already planning to seduce me then?"
"..no... no... ah ah ah... I wasn't back then..."
"Baby, open your eyes, look at that mirror, look at your slutty face..."
"mhm... ah ah ah ah..."
Enda came again, semen spraying all over the washbasin.
Dante didn't wait for Enda to calm down after the climax, continuing to carry Enda outside. His stiff cock rubbed against Enda's inner walls with every step; Enda was already speechless, only able to cry out meaningless 'ah ah' sounds.
Walking into the study, he pressed Enda face down onto the desk, thrusting in crazily from below, and said again:
"This is where we did it for the first time. Back then, you stuck your butt up like this to seduce me. Spoiled baby, now whenever I just sit here to work, I won't be able to help but remember that day, and my cock will get unbearably horny again."
"...ngh ngh ngh..."
"Look, I just mentioned it and you're already squeezing my cock so tightly; you like this place too, don't you."
"Mhm... ngh ngh ngh..."
Enda's cock was pressed tightly against the desk, forced to ejaculate once again; the pale white streams of semen shot all over the desk surface and his own body.
Dante dragged Enda up again, walked back to the guest bedroom, made Enda cum in there, then went out to the kitchen and then to the living room, placed Enda on the dining table to fuck Enda senselessly, then continued holding Enda while sitting on the sofa, turning Enda's body to face himself, kissing Enda's lips, and murmuring:
"Enda, do you see? Traces of you are all over this house. If I didn't have you anymore, I don't know how I would live. I'm crazy, going crazy for you."
"Enda, please don't leave me, I'm begging you."
Enda numbly hugged Dante. He had lost all his strength and couldn't say another word, only able to hold Dante's head, kissing Dante's eyelids, Dante's nose, and kissing deeply onto Dante's lips.
The salty taste of tears and sweat, the strong musky scent of semen, at this moment intertwined in this kiss, slowly pouring into both their hearts, seeping into their souls, adding another layer to their paper-thin love.
Dante gave one final hard thrust, pouring his suppressed love to fill Enda's body; Enda arched his body slightly, receiving it.
The two of them were in no rush to separate, still holding each other and kissing, kissing until the earth and sky shook, waves crashing and rolling. When they parted, a fragile silver thread of saliva stretched out, connecting their lips.
"Enda, I love you."
Dante caressed the flushed corners of Enda's eyes, looking straight into Enda's eyes, softly saying.
Enda curled his lips into a smile, his voice hoarse as he said:
"I love you too."
"From now on, I won't get mad over every little thing anymore, nor will I leave you behind and walk away again."
Waiting for the emotions to pass and the sweat on their bodies to dry a bit, Dante carried Enda into the bathroom, washed Enda clean, and the two of them lay on the bed hugging each other.
Enda forced himself to fight off the sleepy feeling, wanting to chat with Dante, but he was gently patted by Dante, coaxed with a few words, and unable to hold on, he fell fast asleep.
Dante gazed at Enda's sleeping figure. In those eyes filled with passionate love, there was also an added trace of dark stubbornness and possessiveness, as if wanting to drag the person before him into the abyss, like shackles, like a gilded cage to lock Enda up.
Possessiveness is the most maddening extent of love. Whether it's a sunlit sky or a pitch-black abyss, it ultimately depends solely on one person's thoughts.