Life As He Knew It (Open)

John gently and lightly bit on Randy's tongue, trapping it in his mouth. He reached down, stroking Randy's cheek as purred quietly into Randy's mouth.

Randy moaned, getting turned on. His hand traveled down Johns body to his ass, gripping it roughly.

John squeaked into Randy's mouth when he felt his hands roughly grip his ass. He gently press his ass against Randy's crotch, getting horny.

Randy moaned, his hand sliding under Johns shirt and taking it off, throwing it elsewhere.

John carefully took off Randy's sweatshirt. He groaned against Randy's lips, going down and pulling down his pants before going sliding off his own jeans. He whimpered as their shafts rubbed together. "Slap my ass..." John whispered huskily.

Randy complied, growling a bit and slapping Johns ass, hard.

John squealed loudly in pleasure. "O-Oh! Cazzo sì, più forte!" He gasped. Spanking was a big turn on again. "Again, please!" He moaned.

Randy smirked, slapping Johns ass again. "Scratch me, baby. My chest, my arms, my legs, something," he growled. Pain, any type of pain, was a turn on for him.

John growled and raked his nails across Randy's chest like a little sex kitten. His raked his nails all over Randy's body, leaving deep red marks. He bent down, leaving little bite marks on Randy's inner thighs.

Randy moaned loudly, getting lightheaded from the pleasure. "Shit, baby..." he moaned.

John smirked, purring as he looked up at Randy, raking his finger tips down Randy's stomach as he crawled back up, kissing his lips. He stroked Randy's hard cock a little before aligning it with his entrance.

Randy moaned, his hand on Johns hip. "Come on, baby," he whimpered.

John quickly came down on Randy, squealing as Randy filled him. He wasted no time in bouncing in Randy's lap, going quick and hard so the pain mixed with pleasure.

Randy groaned loudly, the pain in his shoulder and leg just making the experience more pleasurable. His hand roamed John body, feeling every definition of the powerful muscles.

John moaned when Randy's hands grazed his body. That's what he wanted. For Randy to feel him, to explore his body. "Oh Randy..." He breathed, eyes closed as he rode Randy's cock. He squeaked when he hit his sweet spot. He felt his cock twitch, about to cum without even being touched. "O-Oh.... g-g-gonna...c-c..." He couldn't get the words out, the pleasure and pain making him dizzy. He was sure he tore a little, but he didn't care. It felt fucking good.

Randy hand trailed down his body, wrapping around his cock and stroking in sync with John. He bit his lip as he felt himself get close. "Shit, Johnny..." he muttered, one hand pumping his cock, the other expoloring his body.

John started riding Randy rougher, harder. Soon, he couldn't hold it back anymore. "Oh Randy!" He screamed, his head thrown back as he came long and hard all over Randy's chest, his muscles tensing and untensing as he let go.

Randy groaned as Johns walls clenched around him, milking his own orgasm out. He came hard with a scream of his lovers name, hands slowing as he forgot every human function in his orgasmic bliss.

John collapsed next to Randy, completely paralyzed. "You used a condom right?" He slurred tiredly, curling up next Randy, his body hurt... blood on his thighs.

Randy froze. "Shit," he muttered. Then, the pain in his leg and shoulder hit him like a ton of bricks. He cried out in pain, squeezing his eyes shut, clenching his jaw.

John groaned. Not only did they not use a condom, but he was bleeding like crazy. He saw the pain on Randy's expression and carefully leaned over the bed, digging through Randy's bag for his painkillers. He handed Randy the pills before looking in between his legs, inspecting the damage.

Randy took two pill, downing them with water and waiting for the pain to fade. He looked at John. "Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No." John whispered, trying to keep his legs still. He knew he was torn, it always happened without prep or lube. He sighed, and reached over the bed and finding a towel laying around. He pressed the towel against his bleeding entrance before closing his eyes and willing the pain away. He glanced at Randy. "That was amaaazing." He whispered with a smile. He was definitely satisfied.

Randy smiled. "That it was, baby. If only the effects werent so painful, yeah?"

John smiled and nodded. He glanced at the time and groaned, it was late. "I have to go to hospital tomorrow morning... met a bunch of fans. Let go to bed, baby. You wore me out." He whispered with a smile, kissing Randy's cheek before curling up next to him.