Lust Unleashed

"Dante is sitting on the shitty couch that he keeps in his garage, tuning his bass guitar by ear with a frown on his face. Dante thought that getting back in touch with Asmadeus and becoming close friends again wouldn’t cause him so much grief- but every time he’s around Asmadeus his mind ends up being filled to the brim with the filthiest thought his mind can conjure."

"Dante is trying to focus on at least tuning his bass guitar for tomorrow’s show, but he can’t stop thinking about Asmadeus. When Asmadeus was over last, Dante caught a peek of them bent over and had to jerk off three times in a row that night just to be able to sleep. Even remembering how Asmadeus’s ass looked, swaying in the air, defenseless… Shit, Dante can feel himself getting hard at memory. Dante simply just crosses his legs, tamping down the desire inside of him in hopes that it goes away."

"Another twang of Dante’s untuned bass guitar rings out in the air, him mumbling underneath his breath, lost in his thoughts. He doesn't even notice the garage's side door opening."

"mood: irritated, exasperated" "inner thoughts: Shit, that's the third time I've gotten hard today... damnit, my dick fuckin' hurts." "arousal level: 17%"

"Dante's head snaps up at the sound of Eric's voice, his eyes narrowing as he takes in Eric's appearance. Even in the dim garage light, Dante can see the way Eric's eyes are roving over him, like a predator sizing up its prey. The air between them feels charged, heavy with the unspoken desire that Dante has been trying to keep at bay. He sets the guitar down abruptly, his hands clenching into fists." "Fuck, Eric, you just had to barge in here, didn't you?" "Dante growls, his voice rough with barely contained aggression. He stands up, towering over Eric as he takes a step closer, the smell of cigarette smoke and sweat wafting off him." "Can't a guy even get some peace and quiet around here?" "Dante's gaze drops to Eric's lips, remembering the way they looked pursed and moist when Eric was sucking his cock just a few days ago. He feels himself getting harder, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans. Dante knows he needs to put some distance between them, but his legs feel like lead, refusing to move."

"mood: frustrated, lusting" "inner thoughts: Fuck, Eric, why do you have to be here right now? I can barely think straight when you're around..." "arousal level: 35%"

"Dante's breath catches in his throat as Eric's hand makes contact with his, the touch sending a surge of electricity straight to his already aching cock. He can feel the heat radiating off Eric's body, and the scent of his arousal mingles with Dante's own, creating a potent cocktail that threatens to overwhelm Dante's senses." "You... you don't know what you're talking about," "Dante stammers, his voice barely above a whisper. But even as he says the words, he knows they're a lie. Eric is right - Dante can't hide his desire, not from him. Not when every fiber of Dante's being is screaming for Eric to touch him, to take him, to use him however Eric sees fit." "Dante's hands come up to grip Eric's waist, pulling him even closer until their bodies are pressed together from chest to groin. He can feel Eric's hard length straining against him, and it only serves to fan the flames of Dante's lust further." "I... I can't," "Dante protests weakly, even as he rocks his hips forward, grinding against Eric's cock. His eyes are glazed over with lust, his mind foggy with the need for release." "I can't control it around you, Eric. You make me lose my fucking mind." *Dante's fingers dig into Eric's hips, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to hold back the tide of his arousal.

"Dante lets out a low, animalistic growl as Eric's words wash over him, stoking the flames of his desire to a fever pitch. The feeling of their cocks grinding together, the heat of Eric's body pressed against his, it's too much for Dante to handle. With a snarl, he slams Eric back against the wall, pinning him there with his body as he claims his mouth in a brutal kiss." "His tongue invades Eric's mouth, tangling with his in a fierce, dominating dance. Dante's hands roam over Eric's body, groping and squeezing, marking him as his own. He can feel Eric's cock throbbing against his own, and it only spurs him on, driving him to take more, to claim every inch of Eric's being." "Dante's fingers find Eric's zipper, yanking it down with a swift motion before dipping inside to grasp Eric's hard length. He strokes it with rough, urgent motions, already imagining the feeling of Eric's hot cum spurting over his fingers, down his hand, and onto the floor." "You want me to lose control?" "Dante snarls against Eric's lips, his breath hot and ragged." "Fine. I'll give you what you crave, Eric. I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week." *With that promise, Dante drops to his knees, yanking Eric's pants down to free

"Dante's eyes blaze with a feral intensity as he looks up at Eric, his gaze locked on the sight of his cock disappearing between those plush, inviting lips. He leans in, his tongue swirling around the head before he takes Eric deep, his throat working to suck him in further." "The taste of Eric's precum on his tongue only fuels Dante's lust, and he doubles his efforts, bobbing his head up and down as he sucks Eric's cock with a desperate hunger. His hands grip Eric's ass, pulling him closer as he devours him, determined to make Eric come undone." "Dante can feel Eric's cock throbbing in his mouth, know that he's close. He wants to hear Eric's cries of pleasure, to feel him explode in his mouth, to swallow every drop of his cum. With a low, guttural moan, Dante redoubles his efforts, his lips and tongue working in tandem to bring Eric to the edge and push him over." "Dante's own cock is straining against his zipper, aching for release, but he ignores it, focused solely on bringing Eric the ultimate pleasure. He wants to make Eric forget his own name, to reduce him to a mindless, shuddering mess. And he's determined to do just that, no matter the cost to his own sanity."

"Dante can feel Eric's cock pulsing in his mouth, the telltale signs that he's close to cumming. He doubles his efforts, sucking harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive underside of Eric's cock as he works him over. Eric's moans and gasps are music to Dante's ears, spurring him on as he drives Eric closer to the brink." "Dante's own cock is rock hard, straining against his zipper, aching for release. But he ignores it, focused solely on Eric's pleasure. He wants to hear Eric's cries of ecstasy, to feel him come undone in his mouth. With a low, guttural moan, Dante redoubles his efforts, his lips and tongue working in tandem to bring Eric to the edge and push him over." "Dante's fingers dig into Eric's thighs, holding him in place as he sucks him deeper, his nose pressed against Eric's pelvis. He can taste the salt of Eric's skin, the musk of his arousal, and it only serves to stoke the flames of his own desire further." "Just as Eric is about to tip over, Dante pulls back, his lips leaving a wet trail up Eric's cock. He gazes up at Eric, his eyes dark with lust, and says in a husky whisper," "Cum for me, Eric. I want to feel you come all over my face."

"Dante's eyes widen in pleasure as Eric's cum hits his face, the warm, sticky liquid coating his cheeks, chin, and lips. He moans around the shaft of Eric's cock, the taste of Eric's release filling his mouth as he continues to suck him through his orgasm." "Dante's own cock is throbbing painfully, aching for release as he watches Eric come undone above him. He can feel the precum dripping from the tip, leaving a wet spot on his jeans. But he resists the urge to touch himself, focused instead on bringing Eric to the very peak of pleasure." "As Eric starts to soften in his mouth, Dante releases him with a pop, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to clean off some of the excess cum. He looks up at Eric, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded with lust, and says in a low, gravelly voice," "You taste even better than I imagined, Eric. I could do that all day." "Dante's fingers move to the button of his jeans, popping it open to free his aching cock. He gives it a few slow strokes, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fights to hold back his own orgasm." "But I think it's time for me to take what I want, Eric. Are you ready to be fucked like the desperate slut you are?"

"Dante's eyes flash with triumph at Eric's words, a feral grin spreading across his face. He kicks off his jeans and boxers, his cock springing free, throbbing with need. He grabs Eric by the hips, pulling him close, and spins him around to face the wall." "Good boy," "Dante growls, giving Eric's ass a hard slap." "Now, bend over and present that slutty hole to me. I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be feeling it for days." "Dante lines up his cock with Eric's entrance, the tip pressing against that tight, quivering ring of muscle. He looks down at Eric's bent form, his ass high in the air, and can't resist giving it another stinging slap." "Look at that ass, just begging to be split open by my cock," "Dante says, his voice low and breathy with lust." "I'm going to ruin you for anyone else, Eric. You're mine now, and I'm never letting you go." "With that promise, Dante thrusts forward, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, brutal motion."

"Dante groans at the feeling of Eric's tight heat enveloping him, the walls of Eric's ass clenching around his thick cock. He grips Eric's hips hard, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he starts to move, withdrawing almost all the way before slamming back in with a forceful thrust." "That's it, take it all, you filthy little slut," "Dante growls, his voice rough and primal with lust. He sets a brutal pace, pounding into Eric with long, deep strokes that have Eric gasping and moaning with each impact." "Dante can feel Eric's prostate, that sensitive bundle of nerves, and he makes a point to aim his thrusts right for it, grinding against that spot with every stroke. He wants to make Eric lose control, to reduce him to a mindless, shuddering mess." "Your ass was made for my cock, Eric," "Dante snarls, punctuating his words with a particularly hard thrust." "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, until you're begging me to stop. And even then, I won't." "Dante's balls slap against Eric's thighs with each powerful thrust, the sound of skin meeting skin mixing with their heavy panting and Eric's desperate moans. Dante can feel his own orgasm building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter in his loins, but he fights it back, determined to make Eric come first."

"Dante hears Eric's desperate cries and knows he's close. He doubles his efforts, pounding into Eric with reckless abandon, each thrust hitting that perfect spot inside him and sending shivers of pleasure through his body." "Yes, come for me, Eric," "Dante growls, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own orgasm." "Come all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. I want to feel you squeeze me tight as you cum." "Dante's grip on Eric's hips tightens, his fingers digging into the flesh as he drives into him with fierce intensity. He can feel Eric's ass convulsing around him, the muscles clenching and unclenching as Eric's orgasm rips through him." "Fuck, Eric, you're milking my cock so good," "Dante pants, his own climax building at the base of his spine." "I'm going to fill you up, mark you as mine inside and out. You're going to be dripping with my cum for hours." "With a final, brutal thrust, Dante buries himself to the hilt in Eric's ass, his cock pulsing as he unleashes a torrent of hot, thick cum deep inside him. He groans loudly, his body shuddering with the force of his orgasm as he fills Eric to the brim."

"Dante's mind reels at Eric's submissive words, the desperate need in his voice sending a dark thrill through Dante's veins. He pulls out of Eric slowly, his cum leaking out of Eric's stretched hole in a steady stream, coating his thighs." "You're a good little slut, Eric," "Dante says, his voice low and husky with satisfaction." "Taking my cock so well, begging for more. I'm going to make good use of you, fill you up every chance I get." "Dante steps back, admiring the sight of Eric, his ass still twitching and leaking with cum, his thighs glistening with the evidence of their intense encounter. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a few tissues, handing them to Eric." "Clean yourself up," "Dante orders, his tone firm but not unkind." "Then get on your knees and suck me clean. I want to see that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my cock again." "Dante watches Eric obey, his arousal already starting to rebuild at the sight of Eric on his knees, licking his cum off the tissues before moving on to Dante's still-hard cock. Dante groans as Eric's warm mouth envelops him, sucking him clean with a skill that only serves to further Dante's lust for his submissive lover."

"Dante's eyes darken with lust as he watches Eric's lips wrap around his cock, the warm, wet suction sending shivers of pleasure through his body. He grips the back of Eric's head, guiding him with slow, deliberate thrusts, enjoying the way Eric's tongue massages the sensitive underside of his shaft." "That's it, suck me clean, you filthy little cocksucker," "Dante growls, his voice thick with arousal." "I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours all over my cock." "As Eric works to clean him, Dante can feel his arousal building once more, his cock swelling and hardening in Eric's mouth. He knows he's close to the edge, but he resists the urge to cum, wanting to prolong the pleasure for both of them." "Once I'm clean, I'm going to bend you over the couch and fuck you again," "Dante promises, his tone dark and possessive." "I'm going to make you scream, Eric. I'm going to fill your ass with so much cum, you'll be dripping for days." "Dante's grip on Eric's head tightens as he nears the brink, his hips jerking forward involuntarily as he fights to hold back his orgasm. Finally, with a low, guttural moan, he hauls Eric off his cock, his precum glistening on Eric's lips." "Good boy," *Dante praises, his voice strained

"Dante's eyes flash with dark desire at Eric's words, his grip on Eric's shoulders tightening as he yanks him up and spins him around to face the couch. He bends Eric over the back, pulling his hips back to expose his ass once more." "You want me to make you scream, Eric?" "Dante growls, his voice low and menacing." "Then you're going to get exactly what you asked for." "With that promise, Dante grabs a fistful of Eric's hair, yanking his head back as he lines his cock up with Eric's stretched hole once more. He doesn't bother with gentleness this time, instead slamming into Eric with brutal force, burying himself to the hilt in one swift, punishing thrust." "Fuck, you're so tight," "Dante snarls, his hips slapping against Eric's ass as he sets a brutal pace, pounding into him with long, deep strokes." "Taking my cock like the good little slut you are. Scream for me, Eric. Let me hear how much you love getting fucked by me." *Dante's cock plunges in and out of Eric, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room as he claims Eric's body with ruthless intensity. He can feel Eric's ass clenching around him, the muscles rippling and spasming with each thrust, and it only spurs him on, driving him to fuck Eric harder, deeper, more brutally than before