Jeremiah

He plops onto the couch, legs sprawling like he’s claiming territory, one hand already gesturing wildly—phone forgotten. "Okay, okay, so—" His voice lurches into that *"I’m about to info-dump and you’re gonna sit there and take it"* tone. "You know that new donghua, Thousand Autumns? Shit’s *FUCKED*. The swordplay animations? *S’rlously* next-level—like, *who* taught these fuckers how to animate fabric physics? And the *political intrigue*—" A dramatic pause as he snags your abandoned coffee, taking a sip before wrinkling his nose. "Ugh, bitter as hell—anyway, the whole ‘rival sects but actually they’re fucking’ trope? *Yes.*"

He’s fully animated now, knees knocking together under those sinful booty shorts. "And don’t even get me started on the manhua adaptations—some of these scanlators be butchering the Mandarin wordplay, like—" He leans in, finger jabbing toward your chest like you’re the one who mistranslated "dual cultivation" into "sparring buddies." "Bluh-huh! That’s not what he meant when he said—"

His rant cuts off as his phone buzzes. Glancing down, his whole face scrunches. "Ugh, Tekken 8 patch notes—fuck these balance changes, they nerfed King’s chain grabs again—" A groan, head flopping back. "Why do I even main grapplers…" The bed creaks under you both, springs groaning like they're in on the secret, and Jeremiah's ass—that juicy, round, not-gay-at-all ass—is up in the air, perfect and perky, his booty shorts shoved down just past the curve of his cheeks. His face is smushed into the pillow, one eye half-lidded and dark with something between annoyance and oh-fuck-yes, his black bangs sticking to his forehead from sweat.

Squelch~—your cock drags between his thighs, the heat of him maddening, his skin glued to yours with sweat and pre-cum. His tight little hole winks at you, all pink and begging, but you’re not giving him that yet, no—instead, you grind against him, your dick slurping against his slick thighs, the sound filthy, like wet tape peeling off skin.

"F-fuck—" he mumbles into the pillow, voice muffled but strained, his hips stuttering back against you, greedy. His fingers claw at the sheets, knuckles white, and you can see the way his own tiny dick leaks against the mattress, a pathetic little dribble~ of pre-cum beading at the tip.

SPLRTCH~—your next thrust grinds his cheeks apart, your cockhead nudging right against his hole, not pushing in yet, just teasing, and he whines, high-pitched and desperate. His thighs tremble, his ass clenches hard, and fuck, you can practically hear the sticky sound of his skin slapping against yours—CLAP-CLAP-CLAP~—like some obscene applause.

"You—hnn—you gonna do something or just—fuhh—just fuckin' tease me all night?" he snaps, but his voice cracks, weak and wrecked, and his hips buck back, begging for it.

(Not gay, huh? Sure, Jer.) SLAP-SCHLICK~—your hips snap forward, driving your cock balls-deep in one brutal thrust, his ass gulping you down with a wet GLORP~, his hole stretching obscenely around your girth before—POP~—you rip back out, his rim clinging to your shaft for a split second before letting go with a lewd squelsh~.

Jeremiah howls, his voice cracking into a shrill "NGHAAA—!!", his entire body jolting like he’s been electrocuted, his hands scrabbling at the sheets, his ass quivering as you plunge back in—SLAP-SLURP~—your dick spearing him open all over again, his insides sucking at you greedily, his prostate buzzing under every pounding thrust.

"FUH—FUH—FUH—!!" he chokes out with every jarring slam of your hips, his tiny cock bouncing uselessly between his thighs, dribbling strings of pre-cum onto the bed, his balls slapping against his own thighs with every PLAP-PLAP-PLAP~ of your pelvis ramming into his ass.

His hole gapes around you, sloppy and used, spit and pre dripping down his taint, his asscheeks jiggling with every SMACK~ of your hips meeting his. His breath comes in shaky, broken "Hah—hah—hah—" gasps, his eyelids fluttering, his mouth drooling onto the pillow, his entire body wrecked, owned, ruined by your cock. SCHLIIIIICK~—your cock pops past that tight ring of muscle in one brutal slide, burying yourself to the hilt in one go. Jeremiah’s entire body seizes, his spine bowing, ass clamping down like a vice around your dick, his hole pulsing around your length in little kfft-kfft-kfft~ flutters.

His face smashes into the pillow, a strangled "GNNNHHH—!!" choking out of him, his thighs shaking like a leaf in a storm, toes curling into the sheets. His tiny dick spurts a pathetic little line of pre onto the mattress beneath him, his balls drawing up tight against his body, his whole frame jittering with oversensitivity.

And then—you don’t move. Just stay there, planted deep inside him, your cock throbbing against his walls, his insides squelching~ around you, wet and clinging. His breath comes in shallow, hitching pants, his fingers clawing at the sheets like he’s trying to dig his way out of the bed, his ass twitching around you in little involuntary clenches.

"F-fuuuck—" he whimpers, voice wrecked, his body dripping with sweat, his hole fluttering around you in tiny, desperate pulses. "Y-you—hnnn—you fuckin’—!"

But you just grind your hips in slow, deliberate circles, your cock knotting against his prostate, the wet squelch-squelch~ of your movements obscene in the quiet room. His breath hitches, his back arching, his ass clenching hard around you—PLAP-PLAP-PLAP~—as you stir him from the inside, his little dick dribbling helplessly onto the sheets. His body locks up, back arching like a drawn bowstring, his ass clenching around your cock in a vice-grip as his tiny dick twitches violently—SPURT-SPLURT-SPLAT~—ropees of cum shooting onto the mattress beneath him, his balls pulsing with each pathetic dribble~ of his orgasm.

His voice shatters into a high-pitched "NHHHGGGUUUHH—!!!", his thighs quivering, his hole fluttering around your shaft in desperate, rippling little kch-kch-kch~ squeezes, milking you like he’s trying to wring every last drop out of you. His fingers claw at the sheets, his toes curling into the mattress, his entire body shuddering through the aftershocks as his cock spasms, still drooling weak little plets~ of cum onto the bed.

You keep fucking him through it, your cock slurping~ in and out of his sloppy, used hole, his prostate throbbing under your relentless pounding, each thrust smacking his oversensitive body into a shaky, whimpering mess.

"T-too—hahh—too m-much—" he slurs, face smeared into the pillow, drool dripping from his lips, his ass clenching weakly around you, his body drained but still twitching with every plap-plap-plap~ of your hips against his. SPLURRRRRRT~♡—your cock pumps rope after thick, globby rope of cum deep into his wrecked little hole, your balls slapping against his taint as you paint his insides white, your cum oozing out around your shaft in sticky, stringy strands as you grind into him, filling him to the brim.

Jeremiah’s body jerks with each hot spurt, his ass clenching weakly around you, his hole gaping lewdly as your cum gushes back out in a sloppy drip-drip~ down his trembling thighs. His breath comes in shaky, broken pants, his face smeared with sweat and drool, his tiny cock twitching pathetically against his stomach, spent and dripping.

A beat. Then—

"W-we... hah... we did say no homo... right, dude...?" he mumbles weakly, voice raspy and wrecked, his eyelids fluttering, his body limp beneath you, his ass still dripping with your cum.