Love being your Whore
"What´re we gonna do with all these bananas?", Xander wondered, staring at the crate they´d brought into the library.
Oz shrugged, "Place them in a wacky circle in hopes that the gorilla type demon enters said circle?"
Xander blinked at Oz, "That was a really long sentence for you."
"Yeah, pretty much. Must be the effects of being around you and Willow for so long." the purple haired boy grinned.
Xander placed his fingers on the other boy´s trim caramel colored, band t–shirt covered, chest and pushed him against the edge of the table. "Hey now, don´t even pretend that it isn´t YOU who rambles the most when the three of us are in bed." He drew his fingers down his stomach, feeling it suck in as they slowly drew towards the werewolf´s belt. Voice lowering a few inches, "Whispering, groaning, and writhing like a man drunk on us."
"Like a whore." Oz moaned softly.. when Xander talked dirty..well, he just hoped Giles didn´t come in any time soon because the more Xander talked that way, the louder Oz got.
His belt fell to the floor and he shivered hard as Xander pressed fully against him and body heat, cock, and hot mouth smeared against his throat.
Hands working at undoing those black jeans and soon they joined Oz´s belt at his feet. No underwear to be added as he stepped out of the material. Whimpering as one hand wrapped around his hardening cock and jacked it roughly and quickly while the other found his hip, sure to leave imprints.
Xander moved his head back so he could see the evil grin on the brunette´s face, moving forward to press his lips softly to his, tongue fucking softly at his mouth in contrast to Xander´s hand movements and making Oz´s instantly rock hard and half insane.
The dark haired Scooby removed his hand from Oz´s twitching length to rip his shirt over the wolf´s head and then it was back as that mouth sucked hotly at his small pink–brown nipples, teeth tugging cruelly. "And what do whore´s deserve when they blame their rambling problems on their partners?"
Oz quaked and whispered, "To be bitten, spanked.. I´m such a bad boy.. so sorry.. show your whore how to behave."
Xander slapped his thigh. "Now, now, don´t get too bossy, whore." His tongue trailing down to his bellybutton, flickering quickly in and out and tracing the rim of the indentation. Hands roughly widening Oz´s legs as Xander knelt between them and sucked his cock deep into the caverns of his mouth.
Hot moisture sucking at him, making Oz´s knees buckle as his body trembled, trying to remember how to breath as Xander´s nose reached the few curls he had at the base of his cock and he was swallowed whole. As he moved up and down Oz´s thrust his hips forward and groaned loudly, " Feels so good Xander, god, so good..."
Xander´s brown eyes caught his as he slowly dragged his mouth to the now dripping tip, sucking on the end between wet lips greedily. Letting is slip out from between them and bob free, "Careful, gotta keep yourself upright, or I might let Giles come in here and see you on the ground. Looking all debased and begging for my hand´s sting on your ass." Precum dribbled from the tip to Xander´s bottom lip and Oz trembled as his teeth scraped ever so gently at the wide head. "Here, why don´t I help you out since your legs aren´t behaving very well." The bigger teen stood and turned his partner before bending him over the library table.
He bent and sank his teeth into Oz´s right cheek, "You know the drill slut." Oz lifted his ass up high and hissed as Xander´s hard hand immediately hit. Several smacks immediately fallowed and Oz´s stuttered out a count, voice becoming more desperate with each strike, "1, 2, 3–" his cock rubbing against the table. Leaking on the surface as he heard Xander´s zipper open and clothing rustling and sucking in a breath when the touch of the brunet´s hot meat rubbed against his searing ass, his own poor cock throbbing, dribbling on the tender flesh and being smeared over his ass by Xander´s hand. "Please, fuck me, fuck me.." he begged, pleaded.
"What do you want whore? Do you want me to press–" Xander moved the fat wet head to Oz´s dry pucker, rubbing up and down, teasing "–my meat into you until you scream for me and loose consciousness?? Or maybe you want Giles to run in and watch me shove it into your hot ass...Tell me again.." Xander´s hands squeezed Oz´s pink cheeks and stroked up his pale back, scratching down shoulders and back down to squeeze Oz´s ass cheeks around Xander´s throbbing head.
Oz could barely think enough to realize Xander was dry, whimpering in his tight throat at the feel of the boy hot and leaking against his twitching hole. He thrust his ass back, "Please, please, please, fuck me Sir, I´ll be a good boy. Need it–need your cock fucking me inside out!"
Suddenly Xander was gone, hands and cock, body no longer touching him and Oz thought he´d go mad.
Xander felt a cruel thrill at letting the moment last a second more, slicking up his cock with lube generously, and just as Oz was about to turn around, he thrust in deep as he could. Hissing in the boy´s ear, "Well, then, what my whore wants, my whore gets."
Flesh slapped. "Oh, yes..."Oz whispered. Both boys breathed hard as their fucking grew hectic. Oz eventually laying his hands flat on the table as Xander´s hands grasped desperately at his slimmer hips and brought him back against him over and over again.
"Yes, love being your whore."
The End
