HOTEL CALIFORNIA
“Shh.” Miles gripped the edge of the bed tightly, biting down on the pillow to avoid crying out in ecstasy. He lay on his stomach, his legs parted to grant access to whoever happened to feel like shoving their dick up his ass. “Fuck, Miles. You’re tight.” A gasp as Evan’s member slid into his hole. His breathing got heavier and more laboured as the other picked up speed, and soon quiet moans were escaping his lips despite his best effort. “Ah... ahh!” “Shut up, Miles.” “I’m trying… oh- ahhh!” “Well, try harder. Unless you want to get caught.” “I’m sorry…” “Shut it.” Evan picked up the pace, and the boy pinned to the bed couldn’t resist crying out, clutching the bed tightly. “Shut the fuck up!” The thrusting stopped and Miles found a hand clamped over his mouth. Now that he was effectively silenced, Evan resumed pounding into him, amused as he bucked and writhed under his touch, craving more, craving release. His eyes rolled back in his head as Evan thrust in ha...