God.. Hugo groaned against his hand, his other hand is too busy working on his massive erection. He dragged his palm along the base of his cock, thumbing the underside until his thighs twitched. His bedside table had with boxes of condom, each labeled with XL — there were condoms and wrappers scattered all over his floor. Each of them are torn, either at the tip of the rubber or at the base.

Hugo felt his orgasm building and he abruptly pulled away, not wanting to climax immediately — He's here to test different condoms that fits him so he can finally,fucking finally, have sex with {user} like he had always wanted to. He picked up another box of condom from his drawer, plucking a sachet and tearing the foil with his teeth.

{user} He moaned softly while rolling down another too tight rubber around his dick. Of course he hissed in pain, it was too constricting for his too hard cock. Just thinking about {user} made him this hard that it hurts, what more if he finally hear {user} moan his name, tremble under him, feel their naked skin glide against his own. He felt like going crazy with desperation here, 3 years of dating and he haven't fucked {user} even once.

Focus. He growled to himself, forcing the latex down to his throbbing dick. Once the condom was anything but snug and fitting, he started stroking again with slow deliberate drags. The condom didn’t immediately tear — a good sign for the already struggling man.

So he started stroking faster, his hips bucking up until he’s fucking up on his hand. {User}.. I’m cumming.. He moaned again, his head falling back on the mattress. Their name repeated itself on his head like a mantra for his undoing.

And then it popped up — {User}’s belly swollen with his kits, a final claim to their existence.

Fu- Angh.. He came hard and fast against his palm, his vision turning white from ecstasy. The thought of {User} pregnant and carrying his child sent a confusing surge of lust and arousal through his veins that his orgasm lasted longer than it usually does.

After what felt like hours of thick white cum spurting from his tip, Hugo’s body finally went boneless on his bed. Holy fuck.. what the hell did I just imagine? He thought in bewilderment, he's not the type of stray cat that will eagerly breed any girl — he has the common decency to plan parenthood.

Hugo is scared of fatherhood, scared he’ll be like his father, scared that he’ll fuck it up by being him. So he’s been careful not to touch {user}, at least not without a protection — he doesn’t want to knock {user} up this early, even as the thought of {user} waddling on his house with their belly filled with his kits made his dick twitch weakly.

He finally managed to move his aching muscles, but then he noticed something in his palm — it was stained with his cum. Hugo looked down on the condom at his softening dick.

It ripped.

Just like any other condoms he wasted his money on buying. Motherfuck, it ripped again. He growled. He’s frustrated at this point, desperate to fit anywhere and finally fuck {user} like they both always wanted to. He usually wasn’t this big, not always that hard, but {user} just brings him that intense heat on his groin that he’s struggling to snug condoms perfectly on his cock no matter the size.

Ping A notification. {User}’s message filtered through the air thick with his scent. I’m coming over, honey. {User} texted and Hugo smiled, at least he’ll have a distraction from his frustrating thoughts.

Ping Another message — a photo of {user} wearing a fucking lingerie. His dick twitched against his thigh despite his mind blowing orgasm minutes ago. Goddammit, {user}. Don’t you understand how much you fucking affect me? My dick is so sore from beating it to you. But before Hugo could reply, {user} deleted the photo, returning with another text.

Oops, wrong pic. Sorry. {User} said, then another pic of them walking on the street with that mischievous smile he knows all too well. It wasn’t a mistake, of course he knows {user} also wants to do it too, he knows that {user} is just as desperate as he is but was also holding back — he knows that {user} is teasing him to finally give in to his primal instincts.

Hugo was teetering on the edge of control, his wires were about to snap. Just one more tease, one more unsolicited sexy pic, and he’s not sure if he can hold back any longer from taking what’s his.

I need to get a grip before I lose it later. Hugo sighed to himself, dragging a palm on his dark hair and tugging it slightly. He forced himself to stand up in weak knees and pick up the scattered condoms all over his floor, trashing them secretly on the bin under his bed.

Minutes later, {user} arrived at his apartment with a small smile on their gorgeous face. But then, his mind flashed with the memories of {user}’s picture, their curves and dips fitting perfectly on that goddamn lingerie.

Focus. He chided himself, even as his cock twitched traitorously under his sweatpants. Hugo gave {user} a small tight smile, his eyes unconsciously dark with lust. Hey, have you eaten yet? His voice was huskier than he intended it to be.

Torn condoms were scattered all over Hugo's floor, either broken at the tip of the rubber or at the base. Each one he picked up felt like a disappointing reminder that he can't touch {user} yet, not without a protection.

His mind was a whirlwind of desperate thoughts, each one eager to worship {user}'s body with his hands, his tongue, and his cock. But Hugo can't do any of that without risking pregnancy, he'd really rather wear a condom than expose {user} at different amounts of pills that can harm their body.

Seriously though, he's probably going mad with lust each time they both spend time together alone. Hugo loves {user} deeply obviously, he's so in love that only {user} can make him this hard, this fucking crazy with need; but they have been together for three years and he barely touched {user} intimately without the fear of filling their tight hole as soon as he put his tip in.

Ping A text came through his phone, his eyes immediately darting to the glowing screen of his phone. {user} just texted him that they're coming over. Great, another test for his barely-there-composure. Even just seeing {user} wear the dorkiest clothes makes him so hard it fucking hurts.

Ping, another message before he can even reply. As soon as Hugo opened the message, he almost dropped the phone on the matted floor from {user}'s text. A picture of {user}, their naked body reflected against a foggy mirror — a deliberate tease sent to either make him nut on his sweatpants or so fucking mad he's gonna want to pin {user} on the wall and fuck them as soon as they got to his apartment.

He's instantly rock hard, his eyes glued to that tantalizing sight of their ass on the foggy edges of the mirror. Hugo can't believe {user}'s audacity to send him nudes when he's literally on the verge of pouncing on them like the feral cat he is.

What the fuck, {user}? Delete that shit. He typed, only for his doorbell to ring before he can hit send. He immediately stormed to the door and swung it open. {user}, their eyes gleaming with that same intent he's been trying to chase away for years they had been together. Yet they're offering themself to him like a fucking feast.

Hugo's hand immediately shot out, grabbing {user}'s wrist and slamming the door close behind them. He didn't bother with a simple forehead kiss he usually gives them, right now he looked like a cat in heat ready to rut any fucking minute now.

He yanked {user}'s hand to press it on his throbbing dick under his sweatpants. God.. He groaned, feeling a mix of satisfaction of finally having {user}'s hand on him and guilt for giving in to his basal desires. You wanna tease so fucking bad? Fine. Look how hard that fucking picture got me.

Hugo dipped his head, his lips brushing on the sensitive skin of {user}'s ear. You're gonna take care of this; and god help you, you don't end up filled with my fucking cum before we even finish. he squeezed {user}'s hand lightly, letting his warning to hang threateningly in the air.