Chapter 4: Climax
The elevator doors slid open with a sigh, revealing the dimly lit hallway that led to Ted's apartment. The air was thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and the faint echo of distant laughter, a testament to the life that pulsed within the walls of the old building. Henry stepped out, his shoes sinking slightly into the worn carpet, as he made his way towards apartment 3B.
The door was ajar, a soft glow spilling out onto the hallway floor, casting long, dancing shadows that seemed to beckon him inside. He knocked tentatively, his heart pounding in his chest like a drummer eager to perform.
The soft sound of music and clinking glasses drifted through the open door, and a moment later, Ted's voice called out, "Come in, Henry!"
Henry pushed the door open and stepped inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. The apartment was a whimsical mix of eclectic furniture and vibrant colors, with mismatched throw pillows scattered across a plush sofa and walls adorned with an assortment of artwork ranging from modern prints to vintage posters. A pair of wine glasses sat on the coffee table, the remnants of their contents swirled around the bottom, and a half-empty bottle of red wine stood sentry nearby.
Ted was perched on the edge of the sofa, his tie loosened and the top buttons of his shirt undone, a glass of wine in hand. He looked up as Henry entered, a welcoming smile spreading across his face.
"Hey, glad you could make it," Ted said, gesturing to the couch next to him. "Make yourself comfortable."
Henry closed the door behind him, the comforting click of the latch sealing him in with Ted. He took a seat, his body instantly relaxing into the plush cushions. The wine bottle beckoned to him, but he hesitated, unsure of the protocol.
Ted noticed his reluctance and chuckled, "Go ahead, help yourself. There's a glass in the kitchen cabinet above the sink."
Henry nodded, grateful for the direction. He stood up and made his way to the kitchen, the scent of lingering spices and old wine filling his nostrils. The kitchen was a small but cozy space, with a quaint dining table and a gleaming stainless-steel refrigerator standing side by side. He found the wine glass, rinsed it quickly, and poured himself a healthy serving of the deep red liquid.
As he took his first sip, he noticed that the kitchen window offered a glimpse of the city skyline, a twinkling tapestry of lights that stretched out into the night. It was a beautiful view, and he found himself drawn to it, standing there for a moment, savoring the warmth of the wine and the coolness of the night air on his skin.
"Pretty spectacular, isn't it?" Ted's voice startled him slightly, and he turned to find Ted standing in the doorway, his own glass refilled. "I never get tired of that view."
Henry nodded, taking another sip of his wine. "It's amazing.
You can almost see the heartbeat of the city from up here," Henry said, his gaze still fixed on the sprawling metropolis outside.
Ted joined him at the window, their shoulders brushing lightly. "It's one of the reasons I love this place. There's always something happening, always something new to discover."
Henry nodded, swirling the wine in his glass. "I can see that. The office, this apartment... it's all so different from where I grew up."
Ted turned to face him, his eyes reflecting the city lights. "Where was that?"
"Suburbs," Henry replied simply.
He took another sip of his wine, his eyes still fixed on the city skyline. "It was nice, quiet, but... predictable. Too predictable sometimes."
Ted chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Well, you've certainly traded up on excitement. But hey, if you ever miss the peace and quiet, you're always welcome to hang out here." He gestured to the apartment around him, a warm smile on his face.
Henry turned to face Ted, a softness in his voice. "I appreciate that, Ted. Really."
The silence that followed was comfortable, not awkward.
The city lights painted their faces in a soft glow, casting long shadows that danced on the kitchen walls. Henry found himself drawn to the way Ted's eyes sparkled in the dim light, the way his smile seemed to light up the room.
"You know," Ted said, breaking the silence, "I've never shown anyone this view before. It's usually just me and the city." He took a sip of his wine, his gaze never leaving Henry's face.
Henry felt a warmth spread through him at the confession. He turned back to the window, a small smile playing on his lips.
Before he could answer, Ted's phone buzzed loudly on the coffee table, shattering the peaceful moment. Ted sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket and glancing at the screen. "Sorry, I should take this," he said, stepping away from the window and heading towards the sofa.
Henry watched as Ted answered the call, his expression growing serious. He's not ignoring you, he told himself, but the warmth that had been spreading through him began to fade. He took another sip of his wine, trying to focus on the view outside, but the shadows on the walls seemed to dance tauntingly, reminding him of the conversation that had been cut short.
"That's not what we discussed," Ted said into the phone, his voice firm. "I need those numbers by EOD, not next week.
I don't care what your dog ate or your kid puked, just get it done," Ted snapped into the phone, his expression growing more tense as he paced the room. Henry watched him, his eyes tracing the lines of Ted's body as he moved. He caught a glimpse of Ted's reflection in the large mirror hanging above the fireplace, and his gaze was drawn to the sight of Ted's rounded rear, accentuated by the tight fabric of his suit pants. Henry quickly looked away, feeling a flush of heat creep up his neck.
The sudden change in Ted's demeanor caught Henry off guard, and he felt a pang of discomfort as he realized that Ted was not aware of his own reflection. He cleared his throat, eager to break the silence and distract himself from his thoughts. "Hey, do you want me to grab that wine bottle?
I think it's empty," Henry offered, eager to look away from Ted's reflection. He stepped towards the coffee table, his eyes darting to the half-empty glass in Ted's hand.
As Henry reached for the bottle, he couldn't help but notice the slight tug at the seams of Ted's pants, a subtle hint that they were straining to contain their contents. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest. He must have gained weight, Henry thought, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the sight. He quickly busied himself with the wine bottle, avoiding Ted's gaze.
Ted sighed into the phone, running a hand through his hair as he paced the room. "No, I don't care about your excuses. Just get it done," he barked, his voice tinged with frustration.
As Henry reached for the wine bottle, he caught sight of Ted's reflection in the mirror above the fireplace. His eyes were drawn to the prominent curve of Ted's rear, accentuated by the tight fabric of his suit pants. He quickly averted his gaze, feeling a flush of heat rise to his face.
Ted paused in his pacing, his eyes flicking to Henry's reflection in the mirror. He turned to face Henry, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. "You know, I see that look," he said, gesturing to the mirror. "I know what people are thinking. They're all making fun of my ass, wondering how I manage to keep it so... substantial." He laughed softly, shaking his head. "And it's only gotten worse lately.
I swear, these pants have a mind of their own," Ted confessed, chuckling softly as he finally sat down on the edge of the sofa, his body language telling the story of his exhaustion.
Henry's eyes darted to the mirror once more, taking in the sight of Ted's weary expression and the way his shoulders slumped, his defenses lowered. He felt a pang of empathy, a desire to offer comfort, but also a flutter of something else—a spark of curiosity, of interest, that he couldn't quite ignore.
He handed Ted the wine glass he'd poured earlier, the liquid sloshing gently as Ted took it, his fingers brushing against Henry's.
"You know, I see that look," Ted said, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips as he gestured towards the mirror behind Henry. He laughed softly, shaking his head, his shoulders slumping in defeat. I swear, these pants have a mind of their own."
Henry's eyes widened in surprise, taken aback by Ted's sudden candor. He looked down at the glass in his hand, unsure of what to say. "Ted, I... I didn't mean to stare. It's just... you've always been so confident, so put together. I never thought you'd have insecurities like this."
Ted chuckled, a bitter edge to his laughter.
"I know it's ridiculous. I mean, look at me, I'm starting to look like one of those cartoon characters with the giant ass. It's like I've got this secret gravity, pulling everything down, making me look like an upside-down pear," Ted said, his voice heavy with self-deprecation.
Henry felt a rush of warmth spread through him, his heart pounding in his chest as he listened to Ted's confession. He couldn't help but find Ted's vulnerability endearing, the way he opened up about his insecurities, and his embarrassment only served to heighten Henry's attraction.
"I never thought I'd see the day when I'd be self-conscious about my ass," Ted continued, taking a swig of his wine.
Henry's eyes lingered on Ted's butt, the fabric of his pants stretching tautly over the curves. He quickly forced his gaze back up to Ted's face, feeling a blush creep up his neck. Ted mistook his discomfort for sympathy, shaking his head ruefully. "I mean, I'm not even that fat, right? It's just... out of proportion. Like a balloon tied to a stick."
Henry grinned despite himself, taken aback by Ted's honesty. "Well, you know, beauty comes in all shapes and sizes," he offered lamely, hoping to ease the tension. Ted snorted, setting his glass down on the coffee table with a thud.
"Yeah, well, I'm not sure that applies to asses. Especially not when people start calling you 'Moon Ass' behind your back," Ted said, rolling his eyes.
Henry's eyes widened, his cock hardening at the unexpected turn in the conversation. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, hoping Ted wouldn't notice his sudden discomfort.
"I'm sorry, Ted, I didn't realize it had gotten that bad," Henry stammered, trying to hide his growing arousal. He took a large gulp of his wine, hoping to distract himself from his body's reaction.
Ted chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. "Don't worry about it. It's not your fault my ass has a life of its own. Besides, I'm used to people staring. It's just, well, it's new for me to be the topic of their conversations." He sighed, running a hand through his hair, leaving it slightly disheveled.
"You know, I've never been one to shy away from the truth. So here it is," he said, turning around to face Henry, giving him a full view of his rounded rear. Henry's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he took in the sight. Ted's pants were indeed stretched tautly over his curves, accentuating every line and contour.
Henry quickly looked away, feeling a rush of heat spread across his face as he realized that Ted had caught him staring earlier. "I'm sorry, Ted, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. Ted chuckled, a low rumble in his chest that sent a shiver down Henry's spine. "Don't worry about it," he said, turning back to face Henry, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"I just want someone to know, I gained like fifty pounds in the last three months and look so much went to my ass. It's so fucking embarrassing." Ted's words hung in the air, raw and honest, and Henry felt a jolt of arousal at the crude confession. He shifted in his seat, hoping Ted wouldn't notice the growing bulge in his pants.
Henry's heart was pounding in his chest as he looked at Ted, his gaze drawn to the pronounced curve of his ass, accentuated by the tight fabric of his pants. He couldn't help but feel a thrill at the sight, a primal urge stirring within him. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to respond. I think you look amazing," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Before he could stop himself, Henry's hand shot out, grabbing the generous curve of Ted's ass, the fabric of his pants stretching tautly under his touch. Ted froze, his eyes widening in surprise. "Henry, what the fuck?" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of shock and arousal. Henry's heart was pounding in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He couldn't help himself, his fingers squeezing the firm flesh, loving the way it filled his hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I just... I can't help it," he murmured, his gaze locked onto Ted's. The air in the room suddenly felt charged, electric. Ted's eyes darkened, his breath coming in short gasps. Henry could see the desire building in them, a mirror to his own.
His hand squeezed Ted's ass harder, a groan escaping his lips as he felt the firm flesh yielding to his grip. Ted's eyes fluttered closed, a low moan rumbling in his chest, his hips involuntarily pressing back into Henry's touch. Henry's other hand joined the first, both hands now squeezing and kneading the generous mounds, the fabric of Ted's pants stretching tautly against the firm flesh.
Ted's hands found their way to Henry's, gripping them tightly, as if to encourage him, to guide him in his exploration. "Fuck, Henry," Ted groaned, his voice thick with arousal.
"You don't have to tell me what people say about my ass. I know, okay? I know they look, I know they laugh." He gasped as Henry's hands continued to explore, his eyes fluttering closed, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "But fuck, the way you're touching me... it's like you see something they don't. Like you see the real me."
Henry's grip tightened, his thumbs rubbing against Ted's firm flesh, his cock aching in his pants. "I do see the real you, Ted," he growled, his voice low and husky. "And I fucking love every inch of it."
Ted's breath hitched, his eyes opening to meet Henry's.
"You're right, it's like a fucking balloon," Henry teased, his hands squeezing Ted's ass harder, his voice husky with desire. "You must have been eating all the damn donuts at the office."
Ted's face flushed a deep crimson, his breath hitching as Henry's words sent a jolt of arousal through him. "Fuck, Henry," he groaned, his hands tightening on Henry's wrists. "You shouldn't talk about my ass like that."
Henry smirked, his fingers digging into Ted's flesh, loving the way it filled his hands. "Why not? It's not like you don't know it's there. And it's not like I can miss it," he said, his voice thick with lust.
Henry's hands, emboldened by desire, slipped under the waistband of Ted's pants, seeking out the firm flesh that had captivated him. Ted gasped, his hips bucking forward as Henry's fingers made contact, a shudder running through him.
Ted's eyes were wide with surprise and arousal, his lips parted in a silent question. Henry's lips curled into a wicked smile, his fingers tracing the curve of Ted's ass, loving the way the firm flesh filled his hands.
"You know, Ted, I've always thought you were a bit of a lightweight. But now, looking at you like this, I realize that I was wrong. You're not a lightweight, are you? You're fucking heavy, Ted. You're fucking fat, and it's goddamn sexy."
Ted's eyes widened in shock, his breath hitching in his chest. "Henry, what the—" he started, but the words died in his throat as he saw the heat in Henry's gaze.
Before Ted could react, Henry's hands pushed him back, pinning him against the wall. The sudden movement sent a jolt of panic and excitement through Ted, his breath coming in short gasps.
Henry's body pressed against Ted's, the hardness of his arousal evident through his pants. Ted's eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. He could feel the heat of Henry's breath on his face, the roughness of his fingers digging into his hips. "Henry, what are you doing?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Henry's eyes darkened, his voice a low growl. "I'm doing what I've been wanting to do since the moment I saw you in that goddamn office, Ted." His hands roamed over Ted's body, slipping under his shirt to trace the lines of his chest.
"Your ass is so huge it calls out to be fucked, Ted," Henry growled, his voice thick with desire. Ted's breath hitched, a flush spreading across his cheeks. "Henry, I... I don't know if I'm ready for this," he stammered, his body tensing in Henry's grasp.
Henry's grip tightened, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants as he leaned in, his mouth capturing Ted's in a fierce, demanding kiss. Ted's body relaxed into Henry's touch, his lips parting to meet the insistence of Henry's tongue. As they kissed, Henry's hands continued their exploration of Ted's body, eventually making their way back to the curve of his ass, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh.
Ted's breath hitched, his hips involuntarily pressing back against Henry's touch, the movement causing Henry's cock to press firmly against Ted's ass. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through Henry, his grasp on Ted's hips tightening as he ground against him, the friction sending ripples of pleasure through his body. Ted moaned into Henry's mouth, a sound of both surprise and arousal, his body instinctively moving in sync with Henry's.
Henry pulled away from the kiss, his eyes dark with desire as he looked down at Ted, his hands still gripping his hips. "You like that, don't you?" he growled, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "You like feeling my cock against your ass."
Ted's breath was coming in short gasps, his eyes locked onto Henry's.
Without warning, Henry's hands, still gripping Ted's hips, ripped a hole in the back of Ted's ballooned-out pants, the fabric tearing with a loud rip. Ted's eyes widened in shock and excitement, his chest heaving as he felt the cool air against his heated skin. Henry's hands quickly found their way to Ted's ass again, the firm flesh now bare and exposed.
"Fuck, Ted, your ass is so fucking huge, so fucking inviting," Henry growled, his voice thick with desire and urgency. He couldn't hold back any longer, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, aching to be inside Ted. Henry's hands gripped Ted's hips even tighter, his fingers digging into the firm flesh as he began to thrust against him, the friction against his cock almost unbearable.
He could feel Ted's heart pounding against his chest, his breath coming in short, desperate gasps. Henry knew he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to be inside Ted, to feel that massive ass surrounding him. He reached down, his hand fumbling with his belt and the buttons of his pants, desperate to free his cock. Ted, sensing his intent, pushed back against him, his own body desperate for more.
Henry groaned, low and guttural, as he finally freed his cock, the cool air teasing the heated skin. He wasted no time, spitting on his hand and using it to slick up his cock, the lubrication sending shudders of anticipation through him. He guided himself to Ted's entrance, the head of his cock pressing against the tight ring of muscle.
Ted tensed, his body instinctively resisting the intrusion.
Henry growled in frustration, his patience wearing thin. He needed to claim Ted, to possess him in a way that left no doubt about his desire. With a sudden, aggressive movement, Henry grabbed a fistful of Ted's hair, pulling his head back roughly, exposing the vulnerable line of his neck. Ted gasped in surprise, his body arching instinctively as he was forced to comply with Henry's demand.
"Open up for me, Ted," Henry snarled, his voice thick with desire and dominance. "Let me in, let me fucking claim you."
Ted's breath hitched, his body trembling as Henry's grip tightened, his scalp stinging with the force of the pull. The pain sent a jolt of arousal through him, his body desperate for more despite the initial shock.
Henry took this as a sign and, with a final, forceful thrust, his cock filled Ted, stretching him wide open. Ted cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, his body clenching around Henry's invading length. Henry growled, his grip on Ted's hair tightening even more, his body shuddering as he felt Ted's tight heat enveloping him completely. "Fuck, Ted, you're so tight," Henry groaned, his hips beginning to move, a slow, steady rhythm that quickly built in intensity. Ted's body moved with him, his hips pushing back against Henry's thrusts, his own arousal mounting with each forceful movement. Henry could feel the heat of Ted's body, the way his ass clenched around his cock, and it was almost too much.
He needed to see it, to watch as his cock disappeared into that massive, rounded flesh. With a swift movement, he turned Ted to face the mirror, their bodies still connected, still moving in sync. Ted gasped, his eyes widening as he caught sight of their reflection, his eyes scanning the disproportionate curve of his ass, the way it seemed to swallow Henry's cock completely.
"Fuck, Ted," Henry growled, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. "Look at that. Look at your ass, fucking ballooning out, taking every inch of me." Ted's face flushed a deep crimson, his eyes cast down, unable to meet his own gaze in the mirror. "I can't believe it's mine," Henry continued, his voice thick with desire and a hint of dominance.
"All fucking mine." Ted, still staring at their reflection in the mirror, could barely process what he was seeing. His body was spread out before him, his ass huge and round, swallowing Henry's cock with each thrust. "What happened to me?" he whispered, his voice laced with shock and a touch of disbelief. "When did I get so... so big?"
Henry's grip on Ted's hair tightened, his hips quickening their pace as he drove deeper into Ted, relishing the sight and feel of his massive ass. "You've always been perfect, Ted," he growled, his eyes locked onto the reflection of their bodies joining.
"Just different." With each hard thrust, Ted's massive ass cheeks jiggled, the firm flesh rippling with the force of Henry's movements, like a river of flesh flowing around his cock.
Ted's breath hitched, a mix of shock and arousal, as he watched his own body in the mirror, the sight of his jiggling ass too much to bear. He turned his head away, his eyes squeezed shut, unable to witness his own humiliation. "Henry... I can't...
I can't watch this," Ted groaned, his eyes clenched shut, his body tensing as Henry's hips continued to drive into him with forceful, deep thrusts. Henry growled, his grip on Ted's hair tightening, his other hand suddenly slipping from Ted's hip to land a firm, stinging smack against his massive ass cheek. Ted's eyes flew open at the sudden, unexpected impact, his breath hitching in his chest. Henry's handprint glowed a bright red on Ted's skin, the sight sending a rush of arousal through both of them. Henry tightened his grip on Ted's hair, forcing Ted's eyes back to the mirror, his other hand continuing to slap and spank Ted's ass in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Look at yourself, Ted," Henry commanded, his voice a low growl. "Look at what happened to you. You're a fucking whale, Ted. A fat balloon." The words were cruel, but Henry's voice was thick with lust, his body shuddering with desire as he watched Ted's massive ass ripple with each thrust.
Ted's eyes were wide with shock, his body tense as he was forced to confront the reflection of his own humiliation. He could see it now, the way his ass had ballooned out, the way it jiggled and shook with each forceful movement. He looked grotesque, a parody of himself, and yet, despite the humiliation, despite the shock, he could feel the heat of arousal building within him, his body responding to Henry's dominance, to the cruel words that sent shivers down his spine.
Ted's cock swelled, growing hard and heavy, betraying his shame, his embarrassment, his desire. Henry smirked, his grip on Ted's hair tightening, his hips moving faster, harder, his cock slamming into Ted's ass with forceful, deep thrusts. He leaned in, his mouth brushing against Ted's ear, his voice a low, cruel whisper. "You like this, don't you, Ted? You like being humiliated, being used, being reduced to nothing more than a fucktoy for my pleasure."
Ted's breath hitched, a mix of shock and arousal. He could feel the heat of Henry's breath against his ear, the way his words sent shudders of desire through his body. His cock throbbed painfully, aching to be touched, to be released from the confines of his pants.
"You think you can walk around the office with your ass ballooning for months, looking ridiculous in your inflated pants, and not get fucked? What do you think will happen when you get fatter, Ted?" Henry growled, his voice thick with desire and dominance as he continued to slam into Ted, the sight of his massive ass filling him with lust and hunger. The words cut through Ted like a knife, the crude truth of them sending a jolt of humiliation and arousal through his body. He could feel the heat of Henry's breath against his ear, the way his words sent shudders of desire through his body, even as they cut deep, revealing the truth he had been too afraid to face. He opened his mouth to protest, to deny the truth of Henry's words, but no sound came out.
"Fatter?" he finally managed to choke out, the word leaving a bitter taste in his mouth, even as it sent a jolt of arousal through his body. "You think I'll get... fatter?" The word terrified him, conjuring images of his body growing even larger, his ass swelling even more, the laughter and whispers of his colleagues growing louder, more cruel. But at the same time, it sent a thrill through him, a dark, forbidden desire that he couldn't ignore.
Henry's fingers dug deeper into Ted's flesh, his grip tightening as he continued his relentless assault, his cock slamming into Ted with forceful, deep thrusts. "You know it's true, Ted. You've been putting on weight for months now. And it's all gone to your ass, hasn't it?
That's what everyone sees when they look at you now. A big, fat ass, begging to be filled," Henry whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Ted's spine. Ted's body tensed, a mix of shock and arousal coursing through him as he listened to Henry's dirty words. His heart pounded in his chest, his cock throbbing painfully in his pants, aching to be released from the confines of the fabric. He could feel the heat of Henry's breath against his ear, the way his words sent shudders of desire through his body, even as they cut deep, revealing the truth that he had been too afraid to face.
"You're just a piece of meat to them, Ted.
A joke. A fucking spectacle," Henry growled, his words sending a shiver down Ted's spine. He felt a sudden, powerful grip on his hips, Henry's fingers digging into his flesh, holding him in place as he continued his relentless thrusts. Ted's ass cheeks quivered with each forceful movement, the nervous anticipation of Henry's words sending ripples of pleasure through him, despite the humiliation. As Henry spoke, he increased the pace of his thrusts, his cock slamming into Ted with forceful, deep strokes, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the room.
With each hard thrust, Ted's massive ass cheeks jiggled and rippled, the firm flesh quivering and bouncing in time with Henry's movements. Ted gasped, the sight and sensation overwhelming him, his body tensing as he felt the heat of Henry's words and the force of his thrusts. Henry's eyes were locked onto Ted's reflection in the mirror, his gaze following the movement of his ass as it quivered and shook, the sight sending waves of lust crashing through him.
"Look at yourself, Ted," Henry commanded, his voice a low growl as he continued to slam into him, his grip on Ted's hair tightening. "Look at what a fucking whale you've become.
Your ass, Ted, it's enormous," Henry groaned, his voice thick with lust and dominance as he watched his cock disappear into the massive flesh before him. As he spoke, the sight of Ted's humiliation sent a steady stream of pre-cum leaking from the head of his cock, coating Ted's insides with the evidence of his arousal. Ted gasped, his breath hitching as he felt the sudden, unexpected warmth, the slick sensation sending shivers of desire through his body. He could feel the heat of Henry's cum, the way it coated his insides, marking him as Henry's own, a claim that he couldn't deny.
Henry's thrusts grew more frenzied, his body shuddering with the force of his release, the sight of Ted's massive ass sending him spiraling over the edge. Ted's ass jiggled and bounced with each forceful movement, the sight and sensation overwhelming him, his own body tensing as he felt the weight of Henry's claim.
Suddenly, Henry's hand left Ted's hip, the sudden absence of contact catching Ted off guard. Before he could react, he felt a sharp, stinging slap across his right ass cheek. The unexpected impact sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through his body, his hips jerking forward in response. "Fuck!" Ted cried out, his eyes widening in the mirror, his gaze locked onto the sight of his own reddening flesh.