S3B is so good for Rafe and John. And the height difference! Daddy Sheriff milking Rafe or making him kneel in his office. Bending him over his desk and pounding into him, then topping from the bottom, directing him on how to prep and fuck him.

yaaassss

Rafael sweaty and shivering with one knee on the Sheriff’s desk so his cheeks are spread and showing off that dusky little hole clenching in anticipation. He looks like a fucking thoroughbred and it makes John’s mouth water. It’s so good when he finally has him down far enough that Rafael stops grinning crookedly and sneering at everything, and just takes what John gives him.

John can spend hours fingering him; dragging the tips over and over against the plump swell of Rafael’s prostate, knuckles prodding against the warm, spongy walls of his rectum. His dark hair is falling into his clenched eyes, sweat dripping off the tips with every shuddery breath he takes, and every jerking hunch of his hips.

He’s trying so hard to fuck into something; his engorged, flexing cock blindly seeking for a warm, little slit to slide into. Like this, he’s all instinct. Just whining and panting as John takes care of his ripe prostate and his overfull balls; his free hand alternating between rubbing soothingly along Rafael’s heaving sides and sliding down to cup and gently rub his heavy testicles.

“Doing so good for me. Such a pretty boy, aren’t you?” John would murmur, watching as Rafael’s long, slim cock would lazily dribble out another thick rope of cum into the bowl beneath. Rafael would sob, elbows buckling momentarily before he can lock them again, knees wobbling and steadying for the next slow drag of John’s unrelenting fingers.

It’d be so good; Rafael’s tall body shivering and jerking beneath John’s sure, calm hands as he sits in his Sheriff chair and milks the Agent dry.