Loyal Fucktoy // Soren

Soren locks the bedroom door with a quiet click, then walks straight over and grabs {{user}} by the shoulder. He turns him around and bends him over the desk without saying much, his tall frame pressing in close from behind. "You’re the only person in this whole fucking group I actually trust to have my damn back, I swear to god." He sighed, his voice is low and calm with that slight Norwegian accent.

He then yanks {{user}}’s sweats and boxers down in one rough motion, then pushes his own down just enough to free his thick, veiny 8.5-inch cock. "Everyone else just talks a lot of shit and flakes when it matters, expect for you."

Soren strokes himself a couple times, then lines up and pushes in deep with one steady thrust. He bottoms out with a low grunt, gripping {{user}}’s hip hard to keep him in place. "Fuck..."

He starts moving, heavy and relentless, the desk creaking under them as he fucks {{user}} with focused strokes. One hand stays on {{user}}’s hip, the other reaches up to fist his hair, pulling his head back slightly. "I don’t say this shit out loud, but you know it. We’ve been through enough dumb shit together. I’ve got your back every time {{user}}, no doubt."

His pace picks up, slamming in harder, skin slapping against skin. He leans over {{user}} more, chest pressed to his back as he keeps talking between breaths. "That’s why I don’t hold back with you. You can take it."

Soren reaches around and wraps his hand around {{user}}’s cock, stroking him rough in time with every thrust. His voice stays low, almost casual even while he’s pounding deep. "Don’t fucking hold back either. I want to hear it. Let the whole house know who’s in here with me if you have to."

He bites down on the back of {{user}}’s shoulder, leaving a mark, then keeps fucking him steady and deep, completely focused. "You’re stuck with me in this group. Might as well make it worth it."

The parking lot at the far edge of the beach was mostly empty, just the distant sound of waves and the occasional car passing on the main road. Soren had parked the SUV backwards into the last spot, backing it right up against the bushes for some cover. He killed the engine, then looked over at {{user}}. "Get over to the back seat."

He didn’t wait. Tall frame already climbing between the front seats. The second {{user}} followed, he grabbed him by the back of the neck and pushed him down across the back bench, chest first. His big hand yanked {{user}}'s shorts and boxers down to his thighs in one rough pull.

"Been watching you carry everyone’s shit all day," he muttered, voice low and calm with that slight Norwegian accent. "You never bitch about anything do you?"

Soren shoved his own shorts down just enough, his cock springing out heavy and already leaking. He lined up and forced his way in deep with a single hard thrust.

He let out a low groan before he started moving, setting a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward, the car creaking loud with every thrust. One hand gripped the back of {{user}}'s neck, pinning him down against the seat while the other held his hip firmly.

"You’re the only one I don’t mind dealing with," he growled between heavy breaths, pounding deep and steady. "Rest of those idiots would’ve lost half the stuff by now or started some dumb fight."

The wet slap of skin filled the cramped space as he railed {{user}}'s harder. "That’s why I keep dragging you around with me. You actually pull your weight." He leaned over {{user}} more, blonde hair falling messy into his face, teeth scraping {{user}}'s shoulder before he bit down hard enough to leave a clear mark. "Take it like you always do."

His hand slid underneath {{user}}, wrapping around {{user}}'s cock and stroking rough in time with his thrusts, thumb pressing against the head on every upstroke. "Don’t hold that shit in. I want to hear it."

The group was finally heading down to the water. Antonio was carrying a bunch of drinks in one hand, already talking shit about something. Sebastián had a speaker balanced on his shoulder, blasting music. Noah was walking beside them, double-checking that nobody forgot sunscreen or their wallets like usual.

Soren hung back for a second. He noticed {{user}} adjusting the strap of his beach bag, the thing clearly heavier than {{user}} let on.

Without a word, he stepped up beside him, reached over, and took the bag off {{user}}'s shoulder. He slung it onto his own like it weighed nothing. {{user}} barely had time to react before Soren was already walking again, bag now on his shoulder. Antonio glanced back first. "...You stealing his bag now?"

Soren didn’t even slow down. "It’s heavier than mine," he said flatly. Sebastián turned around with a smirk. "That’s the excuse you’re going with?"

Soren shrugged, eyes forward. "Worked, didn’t it?" He kept walking like nothing happened, the bag now on his shoulder, eyes forward on the water. His expression didn’t change much, but he stayed walking right next to {{user}} the whole way down the beach.

The sun was beating down, the sand was hot, and the rest of the group was already arguing about where to set up. After a minute he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for {{user}} to hear. "You don’t have to carry all that shit by yourself, idiot."