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Bradley took a deep breath, it was now or never. The other Gammas were gone, off partying on their Friday night. He was okay with that, it gave him space to simply exist. It gave him space to enjoy his boyfriend without judgment. Not that any of his Gamma brothers would say anything, he was king after all. It was more of a don’t ask and don’t tell thing they had going on.
Bradley pushed his thoughts to the side as he swayed into the kitchen, grabbing a couple of avocados from the fruit bowl. His plan was to make them face masks, then for something special. God he was so nervous about it. Even as he halved the avocados and peeled the skins off, it was all he could think about.
Would Tank like it? Of course Tank would like it! How could he not!? It was still something that nagged at the back of his head.
He glanced at the clock as he mashed the avocados in a bowl, “Tank should be home soon.”
Bradley murmured to himself. He needed some olive oil and a pinch of honey. All mashed together their masks would be complete.
Bradley shifts slightly as his little ‘surprise’ for Tank causes some discomfort, adjusting Tank's shirt that hangs over his shoulders to further drape downwards. Bradley thanks fate that all his frat brothers had busy days planned. He wants a nice time to have Tank all to himself.
He puts the mixture he's been working on in his favorite bowl that he only uses for these nights with Tank. Grabbing some fruit for later in the evening that he chopped up, and put in a pretty array for Tank even though he's sure Tank never notices, he goes to bring both to his room.
He nudged his bedroom door open with his hip, his hands otherwise occupied.
Like everything else in the Gamma house, his room was immaculate. Mostly because he worked hard on keeping things pristine. That had been one lesson he had taken from his family to college. After all, one’s room was a reflection of what kind of person someone was.
He hummed some tune he had heard Tank sing occasionally in the shower. Filled his heart with fondness.
Bradley went to his desk, setting the array of things down. That was when he heard the front door open. His heart skipped a beat in anticipation. It had to be Tank!
He moves quickly down the stairs not considering that it might not be Tank, his shirt rides up his thigh as he runs down the stairs. He sees Tank taking off his jacket as he closes the door. Bradleys eyes light up as he tackle hugs Tank from behind, it had been forever since they had gotten to show each other affection.
“Hey baby, someone's hyper.” Tank turns to look at him and freezes, looking over Bradley up and down taking in the sight of his boyfriend in one of his T-shirts. The shirt hangs midway down Bradley's thigh, accentuating how much taller than him Tank is.
“Woah, lookin’ pretty for me.” Tank picks up Bradley as the shorter of the two let's out an indignant squeak. “Hey! I can walk by myself!” Tank laughs warmly as Bradley pouts. Tank pushes Bradley further onto his shoulder by grabbing his ass, promptly shutting Bradley up.
Bradley felt the tide of a blush wash over his face. For as much as he complained, he loved it. He loved Tank. What a scary feeling that overtook his being, just pure adoration.
He rested an elbow on Tank’s back then rested his chin in his hand. Bradley huffed, blowing his bangs from his eyes, “We’re not even to the good part and you’re already grabbing my ass. What a brute.”
“Oh I know you love it, sweetheart!” Tank's rumbly laugh shakes Bradley as he jolts on Tank's shoulder. He doesn't want to admit it but Tanks right he does love how much of a sweet brute Tank is.
As they reach the top of the stairs Bradley's heart starts to hammer in his chest as he feels impatience and excitement overwhelm his mind. He's been waiting for this day for weeks, planning out every little detail and bribing the few people in his frat who didn't have plans to go somewhere with the excuse of wanting someone to check the places out before he goes himself.
As Tank opens the door Bradley holds his breath silently panicking that it wasn't perfect enough. He hears Tank gasp as he takes in the decorated room that Bradley spent all morning preparing for his favorite ginger. The smile Bradley knows is on Tank's face makes all his running around and panicking frantically to make everything perfect feel like a worthwhile endeavor, pride running down his spine as he mentally praises himself for putting it together in such a short amount of time.
Tank purred softly at him, “You did so good for me Bradley.”
He let the name roll off his tongue. He stalked over to the bed, tossing Bradley onto it playfully.
Bradley shrieked, body bouncing off the mattress, “TANK!”
Tank chuckled warmly at him, “Sorry baby.”
He sat on the edge, reaching out to pet Bradley’s soft hair, “I did mean it though, you’ve done so good to me.”
If anyone told Bradley he had a praise kink he’d adamantly deny it. But here and now, he bristled happily under Tank’s praise. A shiver ran up his spine as he puffed his chest out a bit in pride. Hardly noticeable to anyone else, yet Tank immediately saw.
“I’m glad you like it. I put a lot of time and thought into this,” Bradley admitted softly.
Tank gives Bradley a warm smile that's dusted with a haze of lust. “I know, baby. You always do.” Tank cups Bradley's face, appreciation and love mixing in his eyes as he pulls Bradley into a kiss.
His thoughts are fried as Tank's warm big lips meet with his. Every worry of imperfections, every responsibility, and every uncertainty washing itself clean from his mind as the most amazing and kind person he's ever met presses their lips together like the world would end if he didn't.
Bradley regretfully pulls away the taste of Tank still on his lips, “I-I um prepared the face mask.” Bradley stutters out. As much as he wants Tank all over him, he wants this night to be perfect and to go as he planned it, he spent so many hours perfecting how today was to go, if it went differently he might actually cry.
He stands up awkwardly, pulling the T-shirt down in a hopeless attempt to hide how much Tank's mouth on his had affected him. Grabbing the bowl of avocado mix off his desk as he goes and sits in Tank's lap. Tank's hands rest automatically on Bradley's hips, a habit formed from how little skinship the two have gotten to have. Although the frat couldn't care less, Bradley’s father couldn't care more.
Trying to force the thought from his mind he starts slathering the green goop onto Tank's face, a chuckle rising out of the much taller man as Tank couldn't care less about the complexion of his face and just loves how fixated on skincare Bradley is.
Tank let his eyes fall closed, “You really prepared everything baby.”
“Of course I do,” Bradley snorted, as if he wouldn’t!
“Of course you do,” Tank chuckled, agreeing with him.
Bradly smiled to himself, “Dear would you mind doing my face once I’m done with yours?”
He smoothed out the concoction on Tank’s face.
“I'd love to, wouldn't be fair if I didn't do yours after everything you've done for us today now would it?” Tank rubs his thumb in circles over Bradley's thigh as he smiles.
Bradley couldn't help but take the moment to admire Tank, even with the thin even spread of green now covering Tank's face he was still so handsome. Tanks thick brow slack with relaxation as he enjoys the feel of the smaller man's ass in his lap and hands on his face.
“How did I get so lucky to have you.” It's said quietly, a whisper that barely passes through the air. If he wasn't in Tank's lap he's sure he wouldn't have been heard.
“Just by being your prissy lovable self, baby.” Tank's smile lines crease the avocado mask that's spread over his face. Bradley doesn't know whether to feel insulted or flattered, his face decided for him as it shades a vibrant red.
“You could be nicer about it.” Bradley mumbles, pouting as he puts the bowl down. “I'm just teasing you baby, everyone would fall for you if they saw those beautiful love filled eyes of yours.” Bradley's heart just about stopped in his chest.
Careful not to mess up his work he pulls Tank into another kiss, quickly licking Tank's lip asking for permission in, Tank gladly accepts pushing past Bradley's wanting tongue to slide as far down Bradley's throat as he can. “Ahh~~ w wait T Tank” he whimpers as those gentle big hands grip into his sides and Tank's thumb digs into his stomach. Tank goes to put his hand under Bradleys stolen shirt but gets his hand slapped away, although there's no bite to the hit Bradley pulls away, effectively cock blocking his own boyfriend.
“You haven't done mine yet.” Bradley whines, a pout forming on his lips.
“Only you would worry about that at a time like this.” Tank chuckles as he raises an eyebrow and lightly shakes his head at Bradley.
“What? I told you I've been planning this out, I need this to be perfect.” Although his own body begs him to continue he can't give in.
“Why not just go with the flow for once, sweetheart?” Tank cups Bradley's face again forcing him to look him in the face, forcing him to actually think over what Tank said.
Bradley furrowed his brows together, “Because…”
Was his totally intelligent answer.
Tank gave Bradley a look to say that wasn’t an actual answer, “Bradley, I think every moment with you is perfect. Plan or no plan.”
Bradley pressed his cheek into Tank’s hand, a frown making itself prevalent on his face. Despite Tank’s kind words. He simply wouldn’t agree, “It’s not that I don’t think every moment with you is good… it’s just… I worked really hard on planning this. I feel comforted by things going the way I expect them to go. You know how I schedule and organize my school work? Then if it doesn’t go the way I want or expect it to go I can have very real breakdowns over it? Yeah that’s how this situation feels.”
He gulped, not sure how Tank would react to that because obviously his love life and academic life were largely different. Yet the mentality was the same. He needed things to go perfectly. He needed things to go as planned. Otherwise he didn’t know what was coming?! He needed to know what would happen… there were too many variables to the unknown.
“I know baby, I'm just saying there's nothin wrong with letting go of control. I won't force ya to do anything though.” Tank presses a chaste kiss to Bradley's mouth then grabs the bowl that had been abandoned on the bed next to them. Bradley feels everything way too much all of a sudden, the pressure of everything around him and the thought of losing control crushing him, suddenly the shirt's texture on his thighs and shoulders feel like needles and the ‘surprise’ for Tank now feels like a woefully painful mistake. Tank's hands are off of him in a second, shushing sounds fill the room as his loving boyfriend tries to calm him down enough for him to actually listen.
“Baby, baby it's ok deep breaths ok?” Tank grabs onto Bradley's wrists before he can scratch at his skin or punch at his head or thighs. “Breathe in for four-” Bradley desperately tries to inhale but he's exhaling more than he is inhaling. “In for four, baby.” Bradley finally manages to breathe in for longer than a second without it escaping him. “Now hold for four again.” Bradley tries just barely succeeding as he sputters out a gasping exhale. “Out for four.” Bradley makes a mental note to thank Tank for learning breathing techniques for him. The exercise is repeated until Bradley's hiccuping sobs subside to stable breathing.
“I'm sorry I-I didn't me-” Tanks finger brushes in front of Bradleys lips. “Shhhh it's ok, doll. I'm sorry I said something insensitive, I know how you are with your plans. You did so good listenin to me back there, and all this planning n stuff, God you're so perfect for me today.”
Bradley's face turns red from the praise, his eyes widening with unspoken disbelief. He finds himself pressing his lips further against Tank's finger, the feeling of his warmth further calming him down. His tail wags behind him absently as the praise warms away the overstimulation from moments prior.
“Yeah, you’re being such a good boy for me,” Tank said ever so gently.
Bradley couldn’t help it, he pressed a small kiss to his boyfriend's fingers, a small mew escaping his lips.
Tank smiled gently, swiping a thumb over Bradley’s bottom lip. Pressing it lightly against it.
Bradley looked up at him with his wide teary eyes, he parted his lips ever so slightly.
Tank leaned in to kiss his forehead, “I love you Bradley.”
“I love you too, Tanky.” The moment those words leave his mouth, Tank's fingers invade the space as if to steal those words and keep them forever.
Bradley groaned softly, sucking on the digits that pushed into his mouth. Tank’s index finger rubbing gently against his tongue. That felt oddly nice, made him tilt his head back a tad bit.
“Ah~” Bradley hears himself letting out little gasping sounds that fill his mind with shame. Tank's slick finger curls and twists in his mouth, he can't help but gently grind down as he huffs against the wet digits. Bradley whimpers when Tank takes his fingers out of his mouth, he shudders at the loss of contact.
Bradley watches a string of saliva pulling from his lips to Tank's now outstretched fingers. “F-fuck.” Bradley breathes it out in-between pants for air. Tank pushes Bradley's hips down so his ass is grounded down against Tank's beautifully hard dick, his head falls to Tank's shoulder. Bradley's tongue lulls out of his mouth as he pants helplessly against Tank's shoulder.
Tank tilts Bradley's face to him and starts smearing the strongly scented mix into Bradley's sharp features. Bradley flinches at the touch having had somewhat forgotten about his plan although he appreciates Tank following his plan.
“W-we just have to wait 20 minutes to a half hour.” Bradley picks at the hangnail at the corner of his pinkie.
“Fine by me, baby.” Tank pulls Bradley into a kiss, this time nothing holds him back as he feverishly sucking Tank's bottom lip into his mouth and nipping down gently.
Tank smirked as he parted his lips, letting Bradley slip his tongue in. The tip of his tongue flicked against Tank’s teeth, feeling along the indents until he ran it along his canines. They were sharp, he loved the feeling of them against him. He’d love to feel them against his skin. He’d wait though.
He’d wait until the twenty to thirty minutes were up. Then he’d feel released to enjoy the things he wanted to enjoy.
Despite all his planning and scheduling Bradley had never been a patient man when he set out to get the things he wanted.
He wanted Tank, but the weight wouldn’t lift from his shoulders until the allotted time was up.
Tank, even through the deepened kiss, smeared the avocado face mask against Bradley’s cheeks. Rubbing it in, in circular motions. Bradley’s cheeks were all he had access to with Bradley lapping into his mouth. Tank was so content though that he didn’t make the smaller boy move. After all, he'd rather have a happy boyfriend than an upset one.
Bradley hums happily against Tank's mouth, wondering how much Tank would hold out for him. How far could he tease Tank before he stops caring about Bradley’s plan. He pushes his body to press firmly against Tank's, his heart beating against Tank's chest. He hates being patient but also doesn't want to ruin his own plan. He kisses Tank throughout the twenty minutes, slowly kissing his way down Tank’s face then trailing down his neck, when he supposed that there's probably five minutes left he starts putting on a little bit of a show to rile Tank up.
Bradley starts to rock in Tank's lap, grinding against the probably painfully hard dick underneath him. He leans in close to Tank’s ear, panting and moaning quietly against Tank's cheek as he starts grinding down harder, he listens as Tank lets out a beautiful hiss of breath as Bradley roughly grinds against him.
“Tank~ oh fuck Tank~.” Bradley knows he's being a brat, sue him. Bradley just loves when Tank's soft nature fades to let his actual desires show.
“Fuck- yer so needy today.” Tank huffs out trying to stay composed while the mischievous brunette moans his name into his ear. Bradley smiles proud of himself for making Tank lose some of his composer. He licks the side of Tanks mouth before biting and sucky at Tanks neck to leave a hickey that everyone will get to see tomorrow.
Bradley pulled away from Tank’s neck with a wet pop. He let his eyes linger, on the mark he had left. He felt his chest puff up in pride. Everyone would know Tank was his! Or well maybe not, but they would know Tank was getting action. Only he would know the truth.
“How can I not be?” Bradley purred as he languidly rolled his hips against him, “I’ve missed being with you Tank.”
He looked away, feeling shy whenever he admitted his actual affections.
Tank smiled, meeting his movement by rolling his hips up to meet Bradley’s grinding, “I missed ya too. Can you feel how much I want you?”
Bradley moaned softly, he could. He could feel it! Damn Tank was so big, just like the rest of him, “Please Tank, I want you.”
He looked at his man, fluttering his lashes.
“God- baby, how cou’d I say no?” Hearing Tank say ‘god’ struck him as ironic given the situation but he let it slide far too horny to care about the outdated takes his parents had tried and failed to drill into his mind.
Bradley stands up abruptly, grabbing his face towels from his bathroom wetting them under his sink. He stumbles briskly out of the bathroom and quickly but carefully removes most of the mask on both their faces, he didn't feel like cleaning avocado off his expensive sheets.
Tank chuckles at his boyfriend's ability to finish his plans while being so hard that he's tenting the shirt he stole from Tank. The second the majority of the mask is off both their faces he attempts and fails to shove his taller boyfriend into a lying position on the bed, he tries two more times Tank obviously having fun watching Bradley make a slight fool of himself.
With exasperation grunting out of his breaths. He decided on a different tactic to try and take control, the control that Tank will inevitably have to take back when Bradley's so sexually overstimulated that he's crying.
He slides off Tank's lap again sitting on the floor in-between Tank's thick strong legs, he pushes them further apart and tugs at the lip of Tank's shorts, a silent plea for Tank to lift his ass up so Bradley can take off the clothes that offensively block what he wants. Tank complies, knowing his boyfriend is starting to get impatient with his need for pleasure amping up.
Bradley feels a warmth spread over his cheeks and neck as he stares at that gorgeously huge dick that's in front of his face. He salivates as the translucent fluid of Tank's precum makes small dripping streams down the length of Tank's thick veiny cock. Bradley licks up the mess as Tank's hand goes to grip his well groomed hair. “Fuck baby, you're so good at that.” Tanks words come out almost sounding like a whine and Bradley practically swoons at the sound.
Tank's dick is huge even with Bradley's talent he can't take the full length of that thick long monster into his mouth, it doesn't stop him from trying though. He drips spit down the length of Tank's dick his big mouth stuffed with Tank's dick, finally shutting him and his thoughts up. It fills up Bradley's mouth so good, almost choking as his eyes roll back, pushing his mouth as far down that musky cock as it will go, his lips split slightly, blood pooling down his bottom lip.
Around the portion that his mouth can’t reach, he wraps a fist around. He gives a light squeeze. Causing a shudder to run down Tank’s spine.
He bobbed down, until his lips came into contact with his own fingers. His nostrils flaring to get in any air he could, which was barely any. He felt like he was choking on cock and Bradley absolutely loved it!
Cock in, thoughts out, he could just exist in this moment without any fear or worries.
His freed hand trailed down his body, lightly palming at his own dick with a whimper.
It sent vibrations through Tank’s, pulling a soft moan out of him, “Baby, no touching yourself just yet.”
Tank nudged Bradley’s hand with his foot.
Bradley huffed but removed his hand,giving a muffled moan when his hand was replaced by the heel of Tank’s foot instead. Pressing against his length. He wiggled a little with a whine!
“Shh baby, it’s okay,” Tank purred, giving scritches to his scalp, “Focus on sucking me dear. You’re so good at it. “
Bradley looked up at him from under his lashes and bangs.
“That’s right just focus on me,” Tank hummed, taking hold of Bradley’s hair, using it as a handle to pull Bradley’s head back so only the tip was in his mouth then moved his boyfriend slowly back down. Showing him what he wanted.
Bradley felt his eyes lulling back once again, but needed to regain some control even if he felt some release not to be. He began to bob his head freely, without Tank’s guidance, pulling any noise he could from Tank.
Tank’s grunts and moans were a sympathy to his ears. Bradley mewed, taking every noise as a form of praise.
Carefully he pawed where Tank’s knot would pop with enough stimulation as he bobbed. God he’d love that in him, splitting him practically in two.
Suddenly Tank pulled him off his dick with a wet pop! Causing Bradley to whine, a pout forming on his puffy and spit slicken lips.
Bradley glares at Tank through tear glistened eyes, “what was that for! You were about to cum!” Bradley whines not caring how much of a brat he's being, he liked having Tank's dick in his mouth and it wasn't fair.
Suddenly Tank's foot presses harder against Bradley's dick and his head lolls forward, his hand gripping slightly tighter on Tank's cock. Tank moans loudly and it's all Bradley can hear.
“Baby, I want to cum in your ass, not yer mouth.” Tank is groaning it into his ear as Bradley shivers with lust.
“Why not both?” Bradley starts to massage Tanks balls pressing lightly in all the right places, wet precum and spit mixed together to slicken them.
Tank picks Bradley up, he lets out a huff in annoyance at being manhandled like he weighs as little as a sack of potatoes.
Tank pins Bradley down against the bed again, pulling Bradley's shirt over his head and revealing his toned abdomen, the ‘surprise’ for Tank now revealed, Tank whistles lowely. Bradley is adorned with nipple piercings and a lace bra and underwear, an intricate pattern woven on it. A slit is formed in the middle of the lacy lingerie panties and two slits adorn the center of each bra cup, showing his bejeweled nipples. Tank rolls a finger over the piercing that had finished healing last week. Bradley arches up against him trying not to cum from the feeling, Tank digging his fingers into Bradley swollen bud. Bradley had desperately kept the nipple piercing a surprise as it had been healing, having done anything to keep his shirt on when in Tank's presence.
“Lookin so pretty just for me, fuck ya lookin delicious, baby.” Tank pulls Bradley into a kiss using his hair like a handle to pull him in.
Bradley tries to regain control but when Tank's fingers grip at his neck pushing him to tilt it back as mark after mark is left on his tanned skin, he's left a panting mess, his dick throbbing between his thighs every time Tank bites his skin.
Bradley is a mess, he needs more of that sweet pain, he so desperately needs it. He desperately needs Tank to be rougher with him but the sweet oaf treats him like he's a precious one of a kind flower and although he loves that about Tank he desperately wants more of that rough push he's looking for.
“P-please-” He doesn't know what he's asking for but he needs something, anything more.Tank bites harder than he probably meant to at the spot to the right under his belly button and his eyes roll back, his hips thrusting up, his dick pressing against Tank's neck above him. He whimpers pathetically, needing Tank to actually touch him. He grabs the lube he shoved under his pillow earlier and shoves it against the top of Tank's head. Tank finally looks up at him, the blush so intense it travels down his chest as his chest struggles to take in a full breath in-between the whimpers.
“You’re so gorgeous when you say please,” Tank’s chest rumbled with a purr.
Bradley sucks in a broken breath as Tank pulls his cock out through the slit in his lingerie. Tank runs his big finger down the underside of Bradleys dick, and Bradley's practically puddy in Tank's big hands. Cold lube gets dropped down his tip and it's almost painful against his warm cock. He gasps out in a shuddering breath.
Tank's fingers trail down as he reaches towards Bradley's twitching hole. Tank massages it, rubbing small circles into the taut skin. He feels Tank's thick finger press into him, slowly working into the tight hole, the thick finger spreading him so much already. Tank adds more lube, making Bradley whimper, another finger slotting itself inside him. Thick fingers start pumping in and out of him, finding his sweet spot as sloppy wet sounds fill the room. Cruelly sweet fingers scissoring him.
Tears form in his eyes as he rocks down to meet the base of Tank's fingers.
“Please, more,” Bradley whined!
Tank chuckles, “Baby, you’re already stretched so much around my two fingers.”
He used both fingers to rub on either side of Bradley’s prostate yet never rubbing it directly. Going tantalizingly slow to tease him.
“I can take it, please Tank!” Bradley practically begged, feeling a tear roll down his cheek from where it formed in his eye. If he hoped to take Tank now he needed more than just two of Tank’s fingers. As large as they already were. They were nothing compared to the monster between Tank’s legs.
Tank leans up lightly kissing his cheek, using his lips to wipe away his tears, “Okay sweetheart, there’s no need to cry.”
He brought a third finger to Bradley’s rim, massaging the edge with the pad of his finger before beginning to slowly press it in.
Bradley winced, it burned! But he loved it so much, the tell tale sign was that his tail was thumping against the mattress where it had been trapped underneath him.
“Oh yes, yes Tank!” Bradley mewed.
Tank looked concerned down at his beautiful needy boyfriend. Bradley felt so helpless under Tank's slow ministrations, Bradley desperately rocks back trying to take as much pleasure from Tank as he could get. He desperately wished Tank would speed up even if he knew he'd die if Tank didn't prep him.
As if to take pity on Bradley, Tank's hands speed up, the full three fingers feeling like so much pumping inside him. He's a whimpering sobbing mess beneath his cruel partner, Bradley's legs try to curl up, trapping Tank's hand where it was unintentionally.
Just one more finger, then Tank will fuck me. That thought repeats again and again as he wishes for Tank to lose control. Tanks fourth finger prods at his hole, Bradley's legs are shaking at this point as his eyes squeeze shut. He's so so close and Tank's monster between his legs was still not even in him.
The thick fingers in Bradley pull mostly out as Tank drips more lube on his fingers, then slams his fingers back in. Intense pressure digs into his prostate. “Tank, oh Tank, fu-*HIC*- Tank please. Oh fuck please!” Tank curls the fingers in him and Bradley’s vision starts to turn white. “Common baby, be good and cum for me.”
Tank lightly flicks the tip of Bradleys needy cock and that's all he needs to be cumming all over his stomach, his moan comes out in almost a scream as his legs twitch and his body feels electric, his eyes roll back and drool pools out of his mouth.
Bradley babbled, slurring all his words together as he cried out. His back arched off the bed before he slumped back down against the mattress. His body feeling like jelly. His head full of cotton. No thought was behind his eyes.
Slowly Tank removed his fingers, taking a moment to simply rub Bradley’s sweaty thigh. Waiting for him to come back to it.
“Are you ready for my dick sweetheart?” Tank purred, knowing that Bradley would be oversensitive yet it would help him keep his brain off. Tank knew that better than anyone else.
“Mmm,” Bradley tilted his head back into the pillows, his brain hardly picking up on the words. Once he processed though, he rolled onto his stomach, lifting his hips up in the air. Despite his legs shaking he pushed his ass up into the air, “Please, want.”
His tail languidly wagged.
Tank pushes a small handful worth of lube directly into Bradley, the brunette sobs brokenly at the overwhelming feeling. As Tank lines himself up Bradley grabs the pillow above him and pulls it onto his chest, hugging it and digging his claws against his expensive pillowcase. The thick fat head of Tank's dick pushes into him, Tank kisses down Bradley's spine, trying to keep him from tensing up.
“FuuUuUuUUcK~~ y-yor so big. Fuck.” Bradley shuts his eyes as he tries to take deep breaths in, Tank was only half way in him and he already felt like he could feel Tank in his lungs. He could feel Tank's dick twitching in him, so painfully hard that it was twitching with his heartbeat. Or maybe he was imagining that, but fuck it felt good.
Tank pushed on Bradley's upper back, pushing him further into the pillow and making his ass stick further in the air.
Tank speeds up when Bradley's body goes slack beneath him, pulling Bradley's hips any which way he wants. “Yer ass is lookin all pretty pressing up like this-” Tank squeezes the ass cheek that moves with every flick of his hips, he feels Bradley trying to push further onto his dick but Tank applies an almost bruising grip to his hips, effectively stopping him.
“ P-please- just let me-A Ahh~~” Bradley's tail starts to wag again as he feels Tank's knot brush against his hole, fuck he needed that in him. Bradley gasps as the feeling is taken away from him as Tank pulls almost completely out, but before he can complain the tip of Tank's dick is slamming against Bradley's prostate, Bradley's legs give out as Tank uses his arms to keep Bradley from collapsing onto the bed.
“Careful there, baby. I'm not done with you yet.” Tank chuckles and Bradley sits up to the best of his ability, grabbing the collar of Tank's shirt and pulls him in. “ C-changing position, I'm going to ride you!” Tank raises his eyebrows and looks down at Bradley's shaking legs.
“Heh, sure thing, baby.” Tank lays back, pulling Bradley with him but leaving Bradley to sit in Tank's lap.
Bradley grips onto Tank's lower thigh, feeling Tank's eyes on his ass, his back, his shaking shoulders. He feels it, Tank's needy eyes.
Bradley took a deep quivering breath, digging his nails into the meat of Tank’s legs.
Unintentionally he clenched around Tank’s dick, inner walls constricting as he tried to steady himself.
Tank grunted, then lightly smacked Bradley’s ass. The loud sound filled the room, making Bradley squeak in surprise. It was more loud than it was painful.
“I thought you said you were gonna ride me baby?” Tank purred teasingly.
“Didn’t anyone teach you patience was a virtue?” Bradley huffed.
“I’ve been patient with ya all night, you little tease, so get your pretty ass movin” Tank bucked his hips up, the bulb of where his knot would inflate pushed past Bradley’s rim. Making Bradley cry out. He hated and loved that even in this position that Tank could take charge. What an asshole!
“Mmmm,” Bradley let his head bow, but begrudgingly he lifted his hips. Even if he shook. He pulled all the way to the tip. Then slammed back down, taking the entirety of Tank in a swift movement.
It knocked the air out of both of them. They were both panting and grasping for any oxygen they could get.
“Fuck Bradley! You’re so tight, feels like you’re milkin me,” Tank puffed out through pants.
“That’s the point,” Bradley shook, “I want you to fill me up Tank. I want you to breed me.”
He let slip out as he ground down on the knot, really wanting it to pop in him. That way they’d be stuck together.
“Fuck baby, never seen you this desperate.” Tank runs his finger tips down the length of Bradley's spine as Bradley starts to rock back up. The slick sound of lube and precum squelching at the movement
Now that Bradley had the control he wanted he started trying desperately to fuck himself against Tank's dick as fast as he could. Bradley let out a whiny whimper as his legs trembled desperately beneath him. He needed to go faster, he needed to but he couldn't.
“T-Tank please I-I need more, please I need it faste-” Tank grabs Bradley's hips and starts slamming him down on that gorgeously huge cock. Bradley can't think, Tank's dick pushes against his insides causing a protruding lump to form on Bradley's stomach.
He feels Tank practically in his throat as he becomes a babbling mess for the larger man, his eyes almost seem like they are permanently rolled back, the sound of his thighs slapping against Tank's with every thrust, he feels Tank's knot hitting him and all he wants is to be fully seated on Tank's lap with that big fat knot in him. He wants to beg for it but he can't form a coherent sentence and drool drips out of his mouth and onto Tank's thighs below him.
He's been forced to keep himself up never fully seated on Tank so his knot wouldn't be in him but it hurts, his thighs burn and his eyes start to hurt from running out of tears. “Tank, ah- Tank, Tank.” It's the only thing he can say, he can't even remember any other words.
He's so stretched out and so so full. He wants Tank to fill him the rest of the way up. Fuck he needs that knot, he needs Tank to breed him like it would actually do something, he needs every drop of Tank inside him. He needs Tank to cum inside his ass and plug it up so nothing spills out.
“Yes, yes like that!” Bradley basically sobbed, “Imma cum!”
“Mmmm, not yet baby. Not until I fill ya up,” Tank sat up on his elbows a bit, reaching around with one hand, grasping the base of Bradley’s dick. Although his hand practically encompassed the entirety of Bradley’s dick.
“No! No! Tank please!” Bradley cried.
“Shh baby, imma make you feel so good. Ya just can’t cum yet,” Tank shifted his hips, so every time he jerked them up he’d hit Brad’s prostate.
“Aaaah!” Bradley could see stars when he hit that place.
“I’m close too baby, ya won’t have to wait long,” Tank grunted.
“Ooh! Wanna cum on your knot,” Bradley wiggled his hips, trying to push himself down! Even in this state he knew full well once Tank came, his knot would be fully swollen. There would be no chance once it fully swells to get it inside him, “Please, please, need it. Want it!”
“No baby, -Mmm- that'll be too much for you, just be good and let me make you feel good.” Tank says before biting down on the nap of Bradley's neck.
“TANK FUCK PLEASE.” He's crying and he's so overwhelmed by the serging urge to cum. He bends over as much as he can head resting on Tank's thick thighs.
Tank continues his bruising pace. Bradley can feel himself starting to lose mobility, his legs going numb from the position, he hears Tank's desperate grunts and moans behind him. Tank was close to cumming, Bradley could just feel it.
With slight desperation and brattiness, Bradley licks the soft fat of Tank's thigh before biting down, his bite almost strong enough to make him bleed. Tank whimpered in pain as his dick spasmed in Bradley.
Bradley wouldn't take this opportunity for Granted, when Tank's grip slackens he slams himself down as hard as he can on Tank cock. The large knot presses against his prostate and he feels his toes go numb from the angle but he can hardly care, cumming hard all over Tank's thighs as he sobs. “Yes, yes fuck. Fuck it feels so good fuck I needed this so bad.”
Bradley barely registers Tank cumming inside him as the knot swells further pushing Bradley into overly sensitive stimulation. He's shaking and crying but it feels so good. Tank starts panicking behind Bradley but he's so lost in the feeling that he can't register it.
Tank stilled, his breath coming out in pants, “Shit, Bradley. Are you okay?”
Bradley doesn’t answer. His brain couldn’t process any words. Everything sounded like he was underwater. So far away.
Tank rolls them over so they can bother lay on their side, “Bradley?”
He says again. They’re locked together now, so he can’t check to see if the man is actually okay. He could only hope to get verbal confirmation. He pulled Bradley flush against his chest. Petting over his tummy worriedly.
Bradley whimpered at the change of their position. He could feel Tank’s dick twitch inside of him, still filling him with seed. Yeah, Tank had bred him nicely. Without thought he ground back on Tank’s dick and knot, causing another whine to escape his lips. No thoughts, just dick.
Tank grunted, “Bradley.”
Bradley fluttered his lashes, glancing over his shoulder when he finally registered that Tank had been trying to talk to him. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks all rosy as his bangs stuck to his sweaty forehead, “What?”
He didn’t stop gyrating his hips though, taking as much of the feeling as he could. It felt so good in him.
“Fuck Bradley, are you ok?” Tank brushes his hand over Bradley's cheek, moving to cup it in his big hands.
Bradley whimpers, the overstimulation becoming painful but still currently pleasurable. He presses his back as far against Tank's torso as he can, needing the contact of his precious boyfriend. “Need you.” Bradley whines brokenly.
“You have me, baby.” Tank lightly runs his thumb over the slight protrusion on the smaller man's stomach.
Bradley's hips buck unintentionally at the feeling, causing Tank's knot to pull at the rim of his hole. “Shit, why are you so stupidly big.” The bite he'd intended in the sentence was ridden with a lustful need that made
Tank chuckle. “Aw, thanks sweetheart. I'll take that as a compliment.”
“Jerk.” Bradley can barely keep his eyes open. He drifts off, clutching onto Tank's arm that's wrapped around petting small circles into his stomach.