James leaned back against the headboard, propping himself up on pillows to get a better angle, his thick legs splayed wide as Will nestled between them, that eager mouth still bobbing on his cock like it was his life's mission. The slurping sounds filled the room, wet and obscene, mixed with James's low grunts of approval. Will's technique was flawless, instinctive, tongue swirling around the fat head before sinking down to take more, throat relaxing to accommodate the girth. But as Will shifted to get deeper, his back arched just so, pushing that pert arse up into the air.
James's eyes were drawn to it immediately, like a magnet. Those white Calvin Klein briefs hugged Will's toned glutes perfectly, the fabric stretched tight over the fat, muscular cheeks, pale and smooth, not bulky like his own but rounded and firm from all those squats and runs. The waistband rode low on his hips, a teasing glimpse of crack peeking out. James's mind flashed to Will's earlier confessions, the dreams of him taking that virgin hole, breaking it in. His cock throbbed harder in Will's mouth at the thought: tight, untouched, molding around him like a glove. Fuck, why did that idea make his balls ache?
"Push those briefs down," James ordered, voice rough and commanding, the Para in him kicking in. "Just enough to show off that arse. Keep your dick covered, out of sight. That's a step too far for me, yeah?"
Will paused mid-suck, pulling off with a gasp, strings of saliva dripping from his lips to James's slick shaft. His eyes flicked up, wide and obedient, a flush creeping down his neck. "Yes, James," he whispered, voice muffled with lust. Without hesitation, he reached back, hooking fingers into the waistband and shimmying the briefs down over the curve of his arse, the fabric bunching just below his cheeks. His cock stayed trapped in the front pouch, a noticeable bulge but hidden from view. Will's hand trembled as he slid it between his legs, fingers circling his own hole tentatively, probing the tight ring while he dove back onto James's dick, sucking with renewed vigor.
"Fuck, that's it," James groaned, watching Will finger himself, slow, shallow dips that made his body shudder. The sight was hypnotic: Will's arse flexing with each motion, cheeks jiggling slightly. James's hand fisted tighter in Will's curls, guiding the rhythm. "Play with that hole, Willy. Get it ready for me."
Will moaned around the cock in his mouth, the vibration shooting straight to James's core. His finger pushed deeper, knuckles whitening, and James could hear the faint, slick sounds of it—Will prepping himself, lost in the act.
But James needed more. Needed to see it up close. "Turn around," he barked, pulling Will off his dick with a wet pop. "On your knees, facing away. Hold those cheeks apart for me."
Will scrambled to obey, twisting on the bed, his briefs still bunched low. He planted his face against the mattress, arse up high, hands reaching back to grip his pale cheeks and spread them wide. The view hit James like a gut punch: the most perfect arse he'd ever laid eyes on. Fat and muscular, not a single blemish marring the smooth skin, glowing faintly under the hotel lamp. Between the cheeks ran a hairless crevice, pink and pristine, leading down to that tight, virgin hole. It winked at him as he stared, clenching and fluttering involuntarily, like it was begging for attention. The pucker was small, rosy, untouched—nothing like the pussies James had buried his face in before, all slick and spread. This was tighter, more forbidden, and fuck if it wasn't sexier than any he'd seen. Cleaner. Hungrier.
An hour ago, if you'd asked James about eating arse, he'd have laughed in your face, calling it fag shit, too dirty, too gay. But now? Staring at that winking hole, inhaling the faint, clean musk of Will's skin, he couldn't resist. His mouth watered. His cock leaked pre-cum onto the sheets.
"Jesus, Willy," James muttered, hands grabbing Will's hips—big palms digging into the soft flesh, thumbs brushing the crevice. "This arse... it's fucking perfect." He yanked Will back, positioning that hole right in front of his face, and dove in without another thought.
His tongue lashed out, flat and broad, licking a long stripe from the base of Will's balls up through the crevice to circle the rim. Will cried out, muffled against the pillow, his body jolting like he'd been shocked. "Oh God, James! Fuck... yes!"
James growled into the flesh, devouring it like a starving man. He swirled his tongue around the tight pucker, teasing the edges before pointing it and probing, pushing past the resistance. The taste was salty-sweet, addictive, nothing gross, just pure heat and Will's whimpers egging him on. He sucked at the hole, nipping the rim with his teeth, then plunged deeper, fucking it with his tongue as his hands kneaded those fat cheeks, spreading them wider.
Will bucked back, grinding against James's face, his finger forgotten as he lost himself. "Please... more... your tongue feels so good. Eat me out, James. Own my hole."
James's cock ached, untouched but rock-hard, slapping against his abs with each thrust of his hips into nothing. He reached down to stroke himself roughly, syncing with the laps of his tongue. The guilt was gone—replaced by raw need. This virgin arse was his now. And soon, he'd claim it properly.
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