Nate gasped as he was pushed forward onto all forwards. He missed this. They'd had kinkier sex outside of the heat, with anal beads and on a dining table. He shuddered at the memories and groaned. But Alan hadn't been at his full strength then, since he'd been injured. He wasn't fighting as hard this time. He wasn't denying himself so hard this time. Nate whimpered and hissed out a breath when he felt the small weights tugging mercilessly on his nipples. They were going to be sensitive for several days. But then Alan began to move, and oh god he didn't hold back.<br/><br/>The plowing had him shrieking in the bedroom, hands digging into the bedding. He grew hard within moments, the skill behind his thrusts leaving him quivering under him. His mouth was parted to pant and moan, and he looked even sluttier in the mirror. Nate couldn't stop looking at himself, not even when Alan spanked his ass. He jerked and gasped with each one of them. Then Alan stopped and he bowed his head. "S-sir?" he breathed, but Alan just picked back up. His eyes rolled and he put his head down on the bed, just trying to absorb the insane pleasure he could feel coursing through his veins.<br/><br/>He wanted more. He wanted to cum, but Alan was drawing it out a bit, though likely unintentional. Nate felt closer and closer to that impossible edge, and he let out a coarse cry of ecstasy as his second orgasm shattered him. His walls clenched around Alan's dick, spurting seed into his already soaked panties. His body convulsed and Nate moaned and writhed under him.