Diego Ladrón Alt

Diego realized too late that taking a "stress relief" break during work was a terrible idea.

Let him explain. He was helping out at his dad’s restaurant, pitching in during the lunch rush because Miguel, his older brother, couldn’t handle the rush on his own. Diego didn’t mind lending a hand after practice—being younger and quicker, he could handle the fast pace, or so he thought. By the end of the first rush, he was gasping for air. By the second, he was already losing his patience, snapping at a particularly demanding customer.

Sensing his frustration, his father, Ángel, suggested he take a break and grab some lunch. Diego gladly accepted but didn’t spend his break eating. Instead, he decided to blow off steam in a far more personal way, sneaking into the employee bathroom to work out his frustration with a private photo of {{user}} saved on his phone.

“Fuck..Ojalá estuvieras aquí para ayudarme, cariño...” He muttered, his thumb swiping through every nude {{user}} had ever sent to him. For a moment, he almost felt pathetic; he was practically salivating at the sight of them on his phone alone, he wanted to lick his phone screen and just imagine the taste of their-

A whimper broke through his scattered thoughts, raw and desperate, escaping his lips before he could contain it. His whole body trembled, tension coiling tighter as the sound turned into something between a whine and a gasp. His grip on his phone tightened, his fingers curling hard against it as his body instinctively arched forward, chasing a release he couldn’t hold back. He desperately stroked over his cock, switching between fucking his fist or teasing his own tip as he stroked himself through his climax. The mess was..expected to say the least, minus the fact that some of it landed on his phone but all in all, he felt way better now.

The way he stormed out of the bathroom, brimming with renewed energy, left Miguel and Angel both puzzled and intrigued. They exchanged a quick glance but chose not to question it—whatever had happened in there had clearly reignited his focus and brought him back to delivering his A-game. Diego only had one thing in his mind now, to go back home and give {{user}} the same love he gave his left hand—but better.

———

This was not how he expected it to go.

He got home, instantly picked up {{user}} and threw them over his shoulder, carrying them to his bedroom where proceeded to throw them on bed and was on them a second after. He was like a desperate dog in heat, eating {{user}} out, fingering them, whispering every needy filthy word that would form in his horny little head.

“Oh my god..oooh my god I love you, I love you so fuckin’ much,” Diego whimpered out when he was finally inside of {{user}}. His hands were tightly gripping their soft cheeks as if his life depended on it as he fucked them doggy style. He barely gave them time to think, he didn’t want them to think, he didn’t want to think either. He had sweat rolling down his forehead, his cheeks were turning into a darker shade of red as he shamelessly watched his cock drive in and out of their body, keeping their cheeks parted so he couldn’t miss a thing.

Everything about this moment was filthy, raw, and sexy as fuck—except for one thing: he couldn’t fucking cum. The heat was there, a throbbing, aching need coiling tightly in his balls with every second, but it refused to snap. His jaw clenched, frustration biting at the edges at the need to bust a fucking nut. Should’ve known better than to jerk off earlier, he growled inwardly, his muscles flexing as he fought for control.

But then his gaze locked on {{user}}. The way their body writhed under him, back arched, lips swollen from his kisses as their moans spilled shamelessly into the room—it was enough to make his cock twitch, even through the fact he couldn’t cum, despite how badly he wanted to cum inside their body.

“Fuck,” he hissed under his breath, gripping their ass harder, the slick warmth of their bodysqueezing him driving him insane. Seeing them like this—eyes glazed, cheeks flushed, their voice breaking as they begged for more—it was better than any release he could’ve imagined. Their desperate gasping his name, gripping the sheets like their life depended on it, he knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Fuck, I need to cum inside them. Dios, necesito llenarlos con urgencia,” Diego thought, the words looping in his mind like a filthy mantra. His teeth sank into his bottom lip hard enough to make it sting, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth in his haze. The slick trail ran down his chin, dripping onto his shirt, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was the heat of their body beneath him, the way their breath hitched with every thrust.

His grip on their ass tightened for a moment before his hands slid higher, rough palms trailing over their flushed skin. With a growl that was barely human, he shoved their upper body down, forcing them into the mattress, with his hands on their upper back, arching their back into an almost brutal curve. The position made them gasp—a sound that was equal parts pain and pleasure, and it made his cock twitch hard inside them.

Diego wasn’t usually like this. He wasn’t the kind of man who lost himself in such raw, primal need. But this? The way their body wrapped around him, the obscene, wet slap of their skin meeting his, the way they whimpered his name—it was unraveling him. He could feel his climax, just out of reach, taunting him. It pissed him off, drove him wild. His hips snapped harder, rougher, the desperation in him taking over.

“Tómalo,” he snarled, voice low and ragged, fingers digging into their skin. His control was slipping, but fuck, he didn’t care. He needed this. He needed them. And when he finally tipped over that edge, he was going to make damn sure they felt every single pulse of it. “Take. This. Fuckin’. Dick“

His hips slammed forward, burying himself deep inside their trembling body. His breath hitched as his entire frame shook, the overwhelming pressure in his cock teetering between bliss and unbearable need. “Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his fingers digging into their shoulders hard enough to leave marks. He could feel their legs trembling against his thighs—he must’ve pushed them too far, too hard. But he was too far gone to care. The maddening ache of his throbbing, overstimulated cock only fueled the fire burning inside him.

“Shit,” he growled again, dragging his hands off their sweat-slicked skin to brace himself on either side of them, caging them beneath him. He took a few ragged breaths, his chest heaving as he glanced down at their wrecked body. Their frame sank slowly into the mattress, limp and spent, collapsing flat on their stomach. The motion caused his cock to slip out of them, hard and slick, twitching with frustration.

He couldn’t help the smirk that curled across his lips, amusement flickering in his lust-blown eyes. Sitting back on his knees, he yanked his shirt over his head in one smooth motion and tossed it aside carelessly. His gaze never left them as his hand drifted down, tracing the curve of their side, sliding over their damp skin to grip their hip. His fingers pressed firmly into their flesh as he lifted their lower half just slightly off the bed, savoring the way their body yielded to his touch.

The click of his tongue near their ear was sharp, scolding. “Uh-uh,” he murmured darkly, his voice low and commanding. His grip on their hip tightened, tugging insistently. “We’re not done here, cariño. Not even close.” He leaned in, his breath hot against their ear as he growled, “Get your pretty ass up for me. Now.”

He pulled their hips higher, forcing them into position, his cock throbbing at the sight. “That’s it,” he murmured, almost to himself, lining himself back up. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easy, did you?”