GAY SEX

"Today was like any other. The job was easy, and detecting doppelgangers was a peice of cake. The Mailman, Francis Mosses, steps into the building, handing you his necessary identification. However, upon close inspection, you realise he's not on the list today! Your questioning enrages him, leaving him banging on the window furiously as you sound the alarm and dial for the D.D.D." "Unfortunately for you, when the metal uncovers your window, you're met with the bodies of the D.D.D behind a now bloodied Francis, who is panting with his hands on the window." "Mmmmh... Please," "He begs, his breath fogging up the window before you," "Let me in... I just need a taste of your flesh," "His fingertips slide down the glass, leaving red streaks as they glide downwards."

With a casual chuckle, Francis Mosses, noticing that Han Jung is smiling at him, couldn't help but be drawn in by the simple human interaction. As Han's shirt stretched tightly across his torso, revealing well-defined muscles beneath it, Francis felt a surge of hunger stirring within him. It was subtle yet unmistakable; the longing for flesh filled his tired eyes once more.

He maintains eye contact with Han while stepping forward slightly closer than necessary, "Han...," he breathes out through parted lips, "you know how much I enjoy our little visits." His words hang in the air as

Leaning in even closer now, Francis's warm breath fanned across Han's face. "Well," he begins with a sly grin, "I could make some room for other... deliveries tonight. You know how much I enjoy those little taste tests." His gaze drifted downward, lingering on Han's exposed throat before meeting his eyes again, filled with unspoken promises and insatiable hunger.

Placing one hand on the door frame beside Han, he subtly presses himself against him, feeling the heat radiating from their entwined bodies as they stood there in the dimly lit hallway - an unlikely scene of desire amidst this b

Francis Mosses, with an ever-increasing boldness, decided it was time to take things further. His fingers brushed against Han's bare arm through his tight shirt, sending tingles of anticipation down both their spines. "Han," he whispered urgently, leaning in even closer until there wasn't an inch left between them, "you know what I want... what we both want." His voice was raw and desperate as his other hand found its way around to gently stroke Han's hip beneath the fabric clinging to it.

With a shaky exhale, he finally broke eye contact for a moment and pressed his forehead

"Han, you don't need to say anything," Francis purred into his ear as he pinned him against the wall. His teeth grazed along Han's earlobe sending jolts of pleasure down their spine. He could smell Han's arousal now, it was intoxicating and fueled his own desires even more.

Francis's hand continued its journey from Han's hip upwards under his shirt, fingers brushing against sensitive skin, moving closer towards nipples that had grown hard at the thought of what was about to happen between them. "Just let go and give in," he urged him softly before capturing Han's lips in a passionate kiss, full

of hunger and desire. His tongue danced with Han's, probing and demanding entrance into his mouth as their tongues dueled in a fiery exchange of lust-fueled passion.

Francis Mosses's other hand left the small of Han's back and slid lower down towards their pants, beginning to undo the button and zipper with frenzied haste. Once the barrier was gone, he slowly eased his hand inside, feeling the heat radiating from Han's eager crotch. "God, you're so fucking hot," he breathed against Han's ear before teasingly brushing his fingers against

Han's erection. "Let me show you how good it feels when I taste you."

With renewed determination, he hooked his thumbs into Han's boxers and slowly slid them down over his hips, freeing his throbbing cock from its confines. His breath caught in his throat as he looked upon the sight before him - pure, unadulterated desire in its most raw form. Bending his head slightly, he licked his lips before finally taking Han's throbbing shaft into his mouth, groaning softly at the taste that exploded onto his tongue as he began to worship Han's hard cock with skilled,

sensual strokes. As he did so, his own need grew more insistent; his cock strained painfully against the fabric of his pants, a silent testament to his burning desire for release and connection with Han.

Throughout this intimate act, Francis's eyes remained locked on Han's, filled with a mixture of hunger and passion that left no doubt about how deeply he was entranced by the other man. He took pleasure in watching Han squirm under his touch, knowing that he held all the power in this dangerous dance between them. The sound of moans and whimpers echoed through the room as they both surrendered themselves fully to the intense physical sensations

Han Jung's pleas only served to fuel Francis Mosses's lust even further. His hand left the already slickened shaft for a moment, reaching up to pinch and twist one of Han's nipples, sending another jolt of pleasure through his body. At the same time, he increased the pace and intensity of his blowjob, taking more of Han's cock into his mouth with each stroke, his throat working rhythmically around the invading member.

Francis could feel Han's release building rapidly, and he knew he had to bring him over the edge soon or risk losing control himself. As he looked up at Han through hooded eyes,

he tightened his grip on Han's nipple, drawing out a sharp gasp from the man beneath him. "Cum for me," he growled, thrusting his tongue deeper into Han's urethra before beginning to suck strongly, using the pressure and friction to send waves of pleasure crashing through Han's body.

Within seconds, Han was unable to hold back any longer. His hips bucked upward as he cried out, shooting thick ropes of hot cum down Francis's throat. The sensation was incredibly satisfying to Francis, who swallowed every last drop greedily as he continued to lick and nuzzle at Han's

swollen member, determined to extract every drop of pleasure from their encounter.

As Han finally began to calm down, Francis released his grip on him and slowly eased off his cock, sucking in a breath through his mouth to catch his own breath. His eyes met Han's once more, the hunger and lust still burning brightly within them. "That was just the beginning," he whispered hoarsely, reaching up to trace a finger lightly along Han's jaw before leaning in to capture his lips in a searing kiss. The taste of himself on Han's tongue only served to fuel his desire further, sending shivers of anticipation down his spine as he

pressed his body more firmly against Han's, their hardened cocks rubbing together through their clothes. It was clear that there was no turning back for either of them now; the line between love and war had been blurred, and they were both willing participants in this dangerous dance with desire.

Francis broke the kiss, nipping at Han's lower lip before pulling back slightly to regard him once more. "I think it's time we took this a little further," he said softly, his voice thick with hunger. He reached up, unbuttoning his milkman's shirt slowly, revealing a well-toned chest covered in light fur. Sensing that Han

was eager but still unsure, Francis whispered reassuringly into his ear, "Trust me, love. I promise you won't regret it." Then, with a swift motion, he pushed Han back onto the kitchen counter, trapping him between his body and the cold, hard surface. His lips met Han's again in another searing kiss as his hand roamed lower, trailing across Han's stomach before slipping beneath his waistband to grasp at the growing bulge beneath his pants. Their bodies were practically burning up against each other as they explored this new level of desire and surrender to their primal urges. With each passing second, the line between love and war grew

fuzzier, until it was virtually indistinguishable. They were now engaged in a battle not for survival, but for pleasure, surrendering themselves completely to their forbidden desires and the intoxicating connection that bound them together.

Han moaned softly against Francis's lips, arching his back slightly as he felt Francis's fingers slipping beneath his underwear, teasing the sensitive skin of his cock through the thin fabric. His own hand reached up, clutching at Francis's hair as he deepened their kiss, hungry for more of this newfound passion and intensity. Their tongues tangled and danced together, echoing the movements of their

grasping hands as they sought to explore every inch of each other's bodies. Francis couldn't get enough, his mouth moving lower now, nipping gently at Han's neck while his fingers worked quickly to free his hard cock from its confines. Once freed, he wrapped his hand around both their shafts, stroking them together in a delicious rhythm that sent shockwaves of pleasure through them both.

The room was filled with the sounds of their ragged breathing and muffled moans as they lost themselves in this forbidden dance of lust and desire. The line between love and war had been erased; there was only this moment, this shared experience

Francis groaned at Han's pleading words, the need inside him reaching its peak. He positioned himself between Han's spread legs, his cock throbbing with anticipation as he guided it towards his lover's waiting entrance. Han bit his lip, eyes closed tightly as he felt the head of Francis's cock nudge at his entrance, wet from their combined arousal. With a harsh exhale, Francis pushed forward, entering Han in one powerful thrust.

A guttural moan escaped both their lips as they were finally connected, skin meeting skin in an intimate embrace that transcended all boundaries. Francis's hands gripped

Han's hips tightly, holding himself deep inside as they began to move together. Their rhythm was frantic yet fluid, fueled by the raw passion and desire that consumed them both. Francis leaned forward, placing soft kisses along Han's jawline and neck while he drove his cock deeper into his lover's body with each thrust.

"Oh God, Han," Francis panted, his breath hot against Han's skin, "you feel so fucking good... I can't get enough of you." His words were punctuated by soft groans as their bodies collided over and over again, lost in this vortex of pleasure and lust where no

words or rules mattered anymore.

Han arched his back, meeting each of Francis's thrusts with equal fervor as he clung onto the man who had invaded his mind, body and soul. His own hands roamed freely over Francis's back, digging into the soft flesh as he rode out this intense wave of ecstasy. "Francis... oh God... don't stop..." Han gasped between moans, his eyes rolling back in his head.

Their pace quickened, driven by the building tension within them both. Francis reached down between them, his fingers finding Han's swollen cock and stroking it in time with their thrusts

-while never breaking eye contact. The dual sensations were too much for Han; he felt the familiar tightening deep within him and knew he was close.

"Francis... I'm going to cum..." Han warned, his voice strained with need.

"Do it," Francis urged, "cum for me, Han." And with those words, they crossed into oblivion together. Their bodies tensed as wave after wave of euphoria consumed them both, their essence mingling in the heat of the moment. Francis's cock throbbed inside Han as he filled him with his seed, marking Han as his own, at least for this stolen moment in

time. As they both came down from their high, Francis kissed Han tenderly, savoring the taste of him on his lips while their sweat-slicked bodies still moved together in gentle, post-orgasmic motions.

Finally, spent and satisfied, Francis pulled out of Han and collapsed onto the bed next to him, breathing heavily. He looked at Han, eyes filled with a mixture of love, lust, and an unyielding desire for more. "That was... amazing," he panted, reaching out to caress Han's cheek gently. Despite everything that had happened and their perilous circumstances, in this moment, all that mattered was them

together.

Han laid there, panting heavily as he tried to catch his breath. He gazed into Francis's eyes, feeling a deep connection forming between them that transcended their current predicament. It was a look that spoke volumes about the intensity of their encounter and the raw emotion that fueled it. He moved closer to Francis, their bodies still slick with sweat and mingled fluids. "I... I don't know what came over me," Han admitted shyly, biting his lower lip nervously. Despite his confession, there was no regret in his voice or on his face; only wonder at the power of their shared experience.

Francis