Late night shadows danced across Mondo's dorm, the air thick with the scent of leather and sweat. Leon lounged on the bed, his spiked orange hair catching the dim light, piercings glinting like secrets. "So, biker boy, you drag me here to talk baseball? You know I hate that shit—I'm all about the rockstar life, making panties drop with my riffs."
Mondo smirked, his pompadour towering as he loomed closer, trench coat slipping off his shoulders. "Shut it, Kuwata. This ain't about your guitar dreams. I got a proposition. Been thinking about fingerfucking that tight ass of yours. You game, or you gonna whine like a rookie?"
Leon flushed, embarrassed but shrugging with a cocky grin. "Fingerfucking? Hell, that's new. My cock's already getting hard just hearing it, but don't expect me to beg. Make it good, or I'll switch to telling you why a blowjob from a groupie beats this any day." His voice was sharp, witty, masking the horniness building.
Mondo chuckled, pushing Leon back. "Pussy. All talk. Let's see you handle it." He started slow, one finger slick and probing Leon's ass. Leon barely reacted, panting lightly. "One finger? Thought you were the big bad gang leader."
Adding a second, Mondo scissored and curled, drawing a groan. "Patience, rockstar. Your ass is dripping already—wet for me?" He saved the prostate tease, adding a third finger, thrusting faster. Leon moaned loudly, sweating, body arching. "Fuck, Mondo... that curl hits different. I'm horny as hell now."
Fingers built the rhythm, Leon's warnings growing repetitive. "I'm gonna cum hard—shit!" Mondo switched to two fingers, rapid on the prostate. Leon shook, cock throbbing, eyes wild. "Mondo, you bastard—faster!"
With a direct press and rub, Leon's body exploded. He came hard, squirting like a fountain, thrashing in ecstasy, cum spraying as he panted through the best orgasm ever. Mondo blinked, stunned. "Didn't expect that fountain, punk."
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