“Come onnnnnn….” Josh was trying so hard to whisper and not alert the other Washingtons rummaging around the big house, minding their own business. His voice was high and thready with strain, vibrating on the n because he wouldn’t stop bouncing in his frustrated arousal.

When Chris did nothing but put his arms up and behind his head, still just watching and letting Josh use his cock, Josh let his head fall back with a drawn out groan and rested for a while, getting his breath back as much as possible when Chris’ dick was just there. Just deep within him, stretching his walls and making him feel like his belly should be bulging with how well it filled him.

“Chris,” he whined when Chris finally couldn’t feel his heartbeat pounding around his cock rabbit fast. He wasn’t particularly quiet anymore but Chris wouldn’t say a thing. Josh simply was a loud thing in bed – just as he was anywhere else – and he forgot so quickly when he was sitting on a juicy cock and trying his best to get off when Chris was lying there like a lazy piece of shit, not doing anything but ogling his body. The way his dark nipples became tight little peaks, begging to be tugged on; or how his dick bounced, slapping against Chris’ pudgy belly and smearing pre-cum in the light hair there.

“Nah-ah,” Chris sing-songed and took his arms from behind his head. He reached for Josh’s skinny chest and smiled when his friend eagerly tilted into it, mouth falling open as he felt Chris’ big hands frame his rib cage so he could better thumb his sensitive nipples.

Chris smirked when Josh’s dick gave a jerk, dribbling out a new thin string of pre-cum. 

“Say it,” he prompted. Josh’s legs were shaking something fierce and Chris was reasonably sure he was on the end of his tether – no longer able to properly move and just sitting on the big cock lodged deep and intimate and probably snuggled up right to his prostate.

Josh shook his head, dark, messy hair flying and face getting dark with stubbornness. Chris hummed and let one hand fall down, carefully circling Josh’s cock with his fingers – just holding it in a loose grip while he started tugging on Josh’s nipple.

“Say it~~~”

Josh only let out a pitiful sob and threw one arm up to place across his eyes. The corners of his expressive mouth trembling and turning down as he bit his lip. Chris waited patiently. He was used to Josh’s theatrics and stalling tactics.

He simply hummed and waited – playing with his best friend’s body as he did so. He let his hand fall away from Josh’s gorgeous, little tits so he could reach behind him, patting his rump lovingly before slowly sliding fingers between his cheeks.

It was warm and damp there, and the rim of his hole quivered at the light brush of fingertips. Josh let out an explosive, low groan, then seemed to remember himself and let his arm drop so he could press it against his mouth before he could utter any words. Because Josh fucking loved talking through sex. Loved telling Chris in lurid detail about how much his poor hole burned trying to open up for “your fat dick, cochise. God, I love your cock so much. I could never be angry with you because I want to always be friends with your big fucking dick.”

Chris just grinned at him. His glasses were askew and fogged up but Josh liked fucking him when he wore them so they stayed. It only added to the little fantasy, Chris supposed, as he tapped a broad fingertip against the stretched muscle he found, the other hand idly playing with Josh’s dark foreskin.

“Say it, baby boy,” he prompted softly. “Say it real quiet. Nobody’ll need to hear, right? You can whisper it right in my ear and I’ll give you everything you need. Breed up your pretty cunt just like you want me to.”

He rubbed more insistently now; partly to tease himself, partly to make Josh think he was trying to fit it inside him as well; stretch him even wider than he already was.

Josh sobbed and shook his head wildly, one hand shooting down and behind, long, skinny fingers curling around Chris’ wrist, even as he tipped down and plastered himself as much as he could across his friend’s chest. It wasn’t the most comfortable of positions, since Josh was a bony mother fucker, but he adored the way he tucked his face against Chris’ throat and pretended to be a sweet, little boy.

Pretended as if he were much younger than Chris.

“Please daddy?” he cooed, fingers slowly letting go of Chris’ wrist as he was reasonably sure he wouldn’t try to finger him. “Gonna be your good boy.”

Chris groaned, hips finally flexing up and into the warm clutch of Josh’s body.

“Fuuuck. I know you’ll be, baby boy. Daddy’s good little slut.”