S O R R Y
Badspot pulled Rotondo's trousers down to his knees in one swift motion. His pants soon followed. His hand strayed ever closer, until he was gripping Rotondo firmly. He gave an experimental stroke. Idly, he wondered if Rotondo had ever been quite this intimate with another person.
"Ngh!" Rotondo's hips bucked up into Badspot's hand at the touch. God, it felt good! And here if he never cared he would never have experienced this. Ephialtes was missing out. He pulled Badspot down to his face to kiss him again.
Badspot kissed Rotondo back deeply, groaning. He moved his hand again, then again, developing a quick but steady pace.
Rotondo couldn't suppress the moan that bubbled inside of him as his hips fell into rhythm with Badspot's hand. One of his hands grabbed Badspot's hair and the other clutched at his shoulder. He felt like he might lose himself if he didn't hang on to him. Rotondo felt a warmth filling him, threatening to explode. "Ah...I'm going to..." he tried to warn but he couldn't finish his sentence before he spilled out, staining the sheets and Badspot's shirt. His breathing slowed and his senses came back to him as he rode out the high. "I-Incredible..."