OKAY THEN.
GURREN-LAGANN PORN: SUCCESS.
Short and pointless Rossiu/Simon PWP. Not gonna bother with editing. /tired
For afire, since it was her pornart that originally compelled me to watch this series in the first place.
“You like this, Simon? You like my hand sliding up and down your cock?”
A hot, velvety tongue licked along his ear and Simon’s eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. Pleasure invaded his senses at every corner, a blissful heat pushing and pulling at his body just as Rossiu pulled at his cock.
Rossiu’s mouth was as unrelenting as his hands, lips tugging and teeth nipping softly at his earlobes that were far more sensitive than he ever could have imagined.
“Simon?” Rossiu’s voice was low and rough with arousal, and Simon knew he wouldn’t be getting out of this with only a handjob. While his brain told him this was a bad thing - they were in his office, after all, and anyone could walk in on them at any moment - his body had to disagree, already-hard cock growing even harder in Rossiu’s soft, skillful hand.
“Answer me Simon.” Rossiu’s hand tightened around his tip and slipped one dexterous finger into the foreskin. Simon moaned as his hypersensitive skin was pulled on gently.
“Ah R-Rossiu . . .”
“Does it feel good, Simon?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes,” he whined as a fingertip rubbed back and forth over his slit, spreading precome along the swollen cockhead. “Rossiu, please . . .”
“Please what, Simon?” Rossiu’s voice was always so steady and sure, and it might have infuriated Simon if he was in a more articulate state of mind. Rossiu nipped along Simon’s jaw until he reached his mouth, then teased his lips with little licks. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Simon whimpered incoherently, clutching desperately at Rossiu’s strong shoulders. Rossiu’s hand fisted tightly around his length as he whispered against Simon’s trembling lips. “Do you want me inside you, Simon?”
A frustrated yell escaped Simon’s lips as the hand around his cock did nothing but squeeze mercilessly, unmoving. “Fuck, Rossiu, please!”
He heard the clank of objects falling onto the floor before he was carefully laid on top of his now-clear desk. He opened his eyes and saw Rossiu hovering over him, dark, mesmerizing eyes burning marks of possession onto his naked, vulnerable body. Simon watched as Rossiu removed his clothing as fast as he could, hands fumbling over a clasp here and there. Rossiu was in one of his particularly intense moods this evening it seemed, and Simon wanted nothing more than to add sparks to that fire. He kept Rossiu’s heated gaze as he spread his legs open for him, demonstrating his flexibility and tucking his arms beneath his knees.
“Oh Simon,” Rossiu moaned in appreciation. Finally unclothed, he leaned over Simon on the desk, placing his weight on one hand as the other ran along the underside of Simon’s thigh. Simon shivered at the feather-light touch, ready to start begging if Rossiu didn’t pick up the pace soon. Luckily, Rossiu’s own arousal didn’t allow for the sort of tortuous teasing he sometimes afflicted on Simon when he was in his crueler moods, and his free hand found it’s way to its destination within moments.
Simon writhed and made all manner of small, helpless noises as Rossiu stretched him open with those long, perfect fingers. Their combined impatience didn’t allow for much preparation though, and it was only a couple short minutes before Rossiu was pushing into him, erection seemingly enormous in Simon’s tight passage. Rossiu entered him slowly and carefully, registering each sign of pain as it passed over Simon’s contorted features, and waited until the impossibly tight body around him relaxed before pulling out and doing it all over again.
But Simon was getting used to this by now, and it wasn’t long before he was clenching his teeth in frustration from the sluggish pace. “Rossiu . . . faster . . . harder . . .”
Rossiu, whose nails had been digging into the top of the desk with the effort of holding back, let out a large breath, repositioned them both, and thrusted in with all his weight. Simon cried out breathlessly, and it was his turn to claw at the desk above his head as Rossiu fucked him against it, hard and fast, just like he’d asked for. His back arched off the desk as pleasure spiraled throughout his limbs, and he felt like his entire body was about to become unglued as Rossiu wrapped both hands around his sides, pulling his torso up and against him, sinking him onto his cock at the most perfect angle possible.
Simon brought his hands up to cling to Rossiu’s shoulders as he felt his orgasm rapidly approach. Fingers dug into Rossiu’s back as Simon’s body arched in one final graceful arch, voice breaking on his cry of ecstasy as he came in a warm, sticky mess, coating his stomach as well as Rossiu’s hand, which had wrapped around him and pumped him at the last minute.
Convulsions made his body tighten and shudder for a series of long, blissful moments before he collapsed in exhaustion onto the desk. Rossiu continued fucking him for another minute or so and then Simon felt him stiffen above him as he let out a few sexy growls, and the flood of warm come deep inside his ass made Simon wrinkle his nose at the weird feeling, but moan at the hotness of it nonetheless.
Rossiu collapsed somehow gracefully on top of him, not even bothering to pull out, and they could feel their ejaculate smear and leak all around them, but both were too momentarily sated to do anything about it. They were lying like that, naked and thoroughly debauched, when Nia walked in unannounced. Two faces wearing identical horrified expressions turned toward the sound of the door opening and stared in bewilderment at the unexpected arrival of the very last person Simon wanted to see him like this.
Nia’s face remained merely curious in her innocence, however.
Simon and Rossiu’s gazes turned back to look on each other.
“You’re explaining it,” Simon said, and for once, his tone did not allow for argument, even from Rossiu.
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Short and pointless Rossiu/Simon PWP. Not gonna bother with editing. /tired
For afire, since it was her pornart that originally compelled me to watch this series in the first place.
“You like this, Simon? You like my hand sliding up and down your cock?”
A hot, velvety tongue licked along his ear and Simon’s eyes rolled up towards the ceiling. Pleasure invaded his senses at every corner, a blissful heat pushing and pulling at his body just as Rossiu pulled at his cock.
Rossiu’s mouth was as unrelenting as his hands, lips tugging and teeth nipping softly at his earlobes that were far more sensitive than he ever could have imagined.
“Simon?” Rossiu’s voice was low and rough with arousal, and Simon knew he wouldn’t be getting out of this with only a handjob. While his brain told him this was a bad thing - they were in his office, after all, and anyone could walk in on them at any moment - his body had to disagree, already-hard cock growing even harder in Rossiu’s soft, skillful hand.
“Answer me Simon.” Rossiu’s hand tightened around his tip and slipped one dexterous finger into the foreskin. Simon moaned as his hypersensitive skin was pulled on gently.
“Ah R-Rossiu . . .”
“Does it feel good, Simon?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes,” he whined as a fingertip rubbed back and forth over his slit, spreading precome along the swollen cockhead. “Rossiu, please . . .”
“Please what, Simon?” Rossiu’s voice was always so steady and sure, and it might have infuriated Simon if he was in a more articulate state of mind. Rossiu nipped along Simon’s jaw until he reached his mouth, then teased his lips with little licks. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
Simon whimpered incoherently, clutching desperately at Rossiu’s strong shoulders. Rossiu’s hand fisted tightly around his length as he whispered against Simon’s trembling lips. “Do you want me inside you, Simon?”
A frustrated yell escaped Simon’s lips as the hand around his cock did nothing but squeeze mercilessly, unmoving. “Fuck, Rossiu, please!”
He heard the clank of objects falling onto the floor before he was carefully laid on top of his now-clear desk. He opened his eyes and saw Rossiu hovering over him, dark, mesmerizing eyes burning marks of possession onto his naked, vulnerable body. Simon watched as Rossiu removed his clothing as fast as he could, hands fumbling over a clasp here and there. Rossiu was in one of his particularly intense moods this evening it seemed, and Simon wanted nothing more than to add sparks to that fire. He kept Rossiu’s heated gaze as he spread his legs open for him, demonstrating his flexibility and tucking his arms beneath his knees.
“Oh Simon,” Rossiu moaned in appreciation. Finally unclothed, he leaned over Simon on the desk, placing his weight on one hand as the other ran along the underside of Simon’s thigh. Simon shivered at the feather-light touch, ready to start begging if Rossiu didn’t pick up the pace soon. Luckily, Rossiu’s own arousal didn’t allow for the sort of tortuous teasing he sometimes afflicted on Simon when he was in his crueler moods, and his free hand found it’s way to its destination within moments.
Simon writhed and made all manner of small, helpless noises as Rossiu stretched him open with those long, perfect fingers. Their combined impatience didn’t allow for much preparation though, and it was only a couple short minutes before Rossiu was pushing into him, erection seemingly enormous in Simon’s tight passage. Rossiu entered him slowly and carefully, registering each sign of pain as it passed over Simon’s contorted features, and waited until the impossibly tight body around him relaxed before pulling out and doing it all over again.
But Simon was getting used to this by now, and it wasn’t long before he was clenching his teeth in frustration from the sluggish pace. “Rossiu . . . faster . . . harder . . .”
Rossiu, whose nails had been digging into the top of the desk with the effort of holding back, let out a large breath, repositioned them both, and thrusted in with all his weight. Simon cried out breathlessly, and it was his turn to claw at the desk above his head as Rossiu fucked him against it, hard and fast, just like he’d asked for. His back arched off the desk as pleasure spiraled throughout his limbs, and he felt like his entire body was about to become unglued as Rossiu wrapped both hands around his sides, pulling his torso up and against him, sinking him onto his cock at the most perfect angle possible.
Simon brought his hands up to cling to Rossiu’s shoulders as he felt his orgasm rapidly approach. Fingers dug into Rossiu’s back as Simon’s body arched in one final graceful arch, voice breaking on his cry of ecstasy as he came in a warm, sticky mess, coating his stomach as well as Rossiu’s hand, which had wrapped around him and pumped him at the last minute.
Convulsions made his body tighten and shudder for a series of long, blissful moments before he collapsed in exhaustion onto the desk. Rossiu continued fucking him for another minute or so and then Simon felt him stiffen above him as he let out a few sexy growls, and the flood of warm come deep inside his ass made Simon wrinkle his nose at the weird feeling, but moan at the hotness of it nonetheless.
Rossiu collapsed somehow gracefully on top of him, not even bothering to pull out, and they could feel their ejaculate smear and leak all around them, but both were too momentarily sated to do anything about it. They were lying like that, naked and thoroughly debauched, when Nia walked in unannounced. Two faces wearing identical horrified expressions turned toward the sound of the door opening and stared in bewilderment at the unexpected arrival of the very last person Simon wanted to see him like this.
Nia’s face remained merely curious in her innocence, however.
Simon and Rossiu’s gazes turned back to look on each other.
“You’re explaining it,” Simon said, and for once, his tone did not allow for argument, even from Rossiu.
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