P*ggy

“Don’t take it out,” Bug hears himself say, voice gone high and scratchy from when he’d been keeping Sir warm with his mouth.  His lover has him from behind now, big orcish hands holding Bug’s hips steady as he takes his other hole.

Sir’s belly presses against Bug’s raised ass as he chuckles, soothing those calloused palms down Bug’s sides until his skin prickles.  “Greedy piggy.”  His pace picks up, one hand coming to rest on the swell of Bug’s ass and tugging, spreading the skin taut for a better view of where they meet.  “Like to be bred, huh?”

Again, Bug hears himself respond out loud almost before he’s thought it in his head.  “Uh-huh!”  He yelps, barely able to get the sounds out before Sir’s hand is around the back of his neck, pushing his head down onto the mattress like how someone might pick up a kitten by the scruff.

“Stay down, baby,” Sir growls, snapping his hips so deep into Bug’s body that he can’t help lurching forward with the momentum.  It feels like he could get torn apart when Sir gets like this;  he’s being good, squeezing tight the base of his own penis, but each thrust makes the heat in his belly coil tighter.

“Nice ‘n still.” Sir pants, and Bug is relieved and disappointed at once when he hears that growl in his voice that means it’ll be over soon.  “Not allowed to waste a drop.”

Sir withdraws almost completely and plunges back in deep, burying his cock to the hilt inside Bug’s eager entrance.  The sudden shock of warm, wet heat filling him up is more than enough;  he comes in tandem with his Sir as soon as he releases his dick from his grasp.

His own seed lands on the sheets, cock dribbling a little more when Sir pulls out painfully slow, too-slick with cum and lube.  Bug wants to feel it run down his ass and thighs, wants for Sir to comment on how messy his piggy is, but wants to keep it deep in him just the same, a greedy little present just for them to know.