Machiavellis' Flat

“dio dannato!” he hissed as he tried to move his hips, clumsy with inexperience yet wanting more, unable to get movement as much as he wanted, Niccolo unwound his arms from Gils’ neck and leaned back, bracing his arms against the other man’s thighs gripping tightly, the better angle brushing the head of Gils cock right against his nerves each time they moved in slow exquisite torture, he could barely keep his eyes open fully and they were half lidded as his swollen lips gasped out his pleasure. “Fast..er..please” he was already so hard he thought he’d come as soon as Gil breathed on him.

For once La Volpe complied, also wanting and needing more. Quickening his pace, his hands slid up from Niccolo's ass and grasped at his hips, pulling them down with each thrust.

The pleasure was building and he could hardly contain the few small moans that escaped his lips.

Moving a hand from the youngers hip, La Volpe wrapped his fingers around his cock; at first gently brushing and teasing the head with his thumb before firmly jerking him off in rhythm with their movements. "You really know-...Nm.. how to get a man going, Niccolo.."

"close..."
Trying to get closer and touch more skin, Niccolo leaned forward forcing his hands up Gils shirt to scratch at his chest and nipples. The angle was different and although not hitting his nerves each time, the hand on his cock was pushing him over the precipice fast. He could feel the sweat down his back and his hips losing any sense of rhythm as he neared the edge.

A moan left his lips as he finally edged over, nails digging in to the other man's chest, insides clenching as he came in spurts over them both trying to ride the waves of pleasure and help Gil get closer to his orgasm shaking with effort. He tried to stay upright but all strength left his body and he tried not to collapse on top of La Volpe who probably wouldn't appreciate it but he struggled to be anything other than made of jelly right now.