Barre—Backed II

William bit his lip, his eyes staring at Pete teasingly, “You want me that bad, huh?” 

“Yes, and you like it when I talk down on you, you dirty little cunt.” Pete whispered into his ear grabbing a handful of his surprisingly soft butt cheeks, eliciting a moan from William, who began stroking both of their dicks at the same time.

“That's not what I asked you to do.” Pete sighed, giving William a reprimanded look.

William licked his palm and continued stroking, “Don't act like you don't like this.” He said, and Pete couldn't deny how warm it felt rubbing their dicks together. 

Pete kissed him again, this time, deeper and rougher, biting his lip until William gasped. Then he spun him around with his chest to the cold bathroom tile, dragging the leotard down to his thighs.

William arched his back with a sharp inhale. “So eager.”

Pete spat into his palm, fumbled to pull his own pants down. His dick was hard and begging to be in William’s ass.

He pressed himself against William’s ass and whispered, “You started this.”

“Don't you have lube or something?” William asked, craning his neck to look at Pete's nearly dry cock.

Pete grunted. “I’m sorry, I didn’t bring lube to rehearsal—I didn’t know I’d be fucking the last person on my to-fuck list.”

Then he pressed forward, slowly pushing into William’s tight, unprepped hole.

“Fuck—!” William winced, his forehead resting against the wall. “Careful—I don’t want you tearing me in two. Your dick is humongous.”

Pete smirked, easing in deeper, his grip tight on William’s hips. “This your first time?”

“First time of what?” William exhaled shakily as Pete’s thick cock stretched him inch by inch.

“First time getting split open by a real dick,” Pete growled, thrusting deeper.

“Answer me, you little cunt.”

William moaned. “Fuck—yes!”

Pete’s breath hitched. “Say ‘yes’ again. I love the way you say it.”

“Yes... Yes, fuck—yes, yes—oh God, Pete—” 

He lost track of words as Pete began to move in earnest—long, deep strokes that hit just right. William gripped the edge of the shower wall, moaning louder with every thrust, each movement sending jolts of heat through his spine.

Pete’s voice was rough, low in his ear. “You’re so tight—like you were made for this. Made for me.”

William gasped, hips rocking back to meet every thrust. “Don’t stop. Fuck me like you mean it.” He moaned but Pete had other plans as he slipped his dick out of him leaving William at the edge of ecstasy. 

“Turn around.” Pete ordered and William obeyed instantly, leotard bunched around his thighs, cock flushed and dripping. Pete lifted him effortlessly onto the bathroom sink, ripped off his leotard, then dropped to his knees.

“What are you—”

Pete dove in.

Tongue flicking, licking, eating William out like a man starved. William cried out, thighs trembling, heels kicking weakly against the tile.

“Fuck—Pete—I can’t—I’ll—”

“Just take it,” Pete growled against his hole, tongue fucking him open while stroking his cock with rhythm. “You wanted this.”

William’s head thudded against the wall, hands clawing the cold sink. “I’m gonna come—fuck, fuck—”

Pete stood, yanked him to the edge of the sink, and pushed his cock back in—easily now, with William wet, stretched and desperate. He hooked William’s knees over his arms, folding him nearly in half, then began to fuck him hard and fast.

William screamed, not even caring how loud he was anymore.

“God—yes—Pete—please—”

Pete slammed into him harder. “Take it. You love this dick, don’t you?”

William’s entire body arched. “Yes—mmm—yes—oh God yes!”

“Then why the hell do you always act like a prick?” Pete spat, breathless but relentless.

William moaned, lips parted, eyes fluttering. “Because… ballet and hip-hop—we’re not supposed to mix. And I’ve always watched you. Fantasized you. Especially after practice, when you're dripping and half-naked—”

His voice broke on a sob. “You’re so fucking hot. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Pete faltered for a second, something dark and possessive glinting in his eyes. “You were jerking off in here earlier. You knew I’d walk in, didn’t you?”

William’s breath hitched. Pete grabbed his wrists and wrapped his arms around his neck, lifting him off the sink like he weighed nothing.

William gasped at the sudden change, his legs instinctively locking around Pete’s waist, cock still buried inside him.

“N-No—I didn’t know,” William moaned, clutching Pete’s back. “You just… happened to walk in.”

Pete held him up, strong arms beneath his thighs, and thrust upwards—deep and brutal. William threw his head back with a strangled cry.

“Then why were you still here after everyone left?” Pete asked, voice low and ragged. “You were watching me through the glass, weren’t you?”

William whimpered, his hips grinding helplessly. “I couldn’t help it… I’ve always looked.”

Pete buried his face against William’s throat, nipping and licking as he bounced him on his cock.

“You filthy little ballet slut,” Pete snarled. “You waited here hoping I'd fuck the attitude out of you.”

William moaned, so loud it echoed. “Yes—yes, I wanted it—I wanted this—wanted you—”

Pete dropped him back on the sink counter, spreading his legs apart, he inserted himself into him again. “Your hole is mine now,” Pete groaned as William grabbed the nape of his neck and stared lustfully into his eyes.

“You hear me? This hole belongs to me now.”

“Yes—yes! Yours—fuck—yours!” William moaned.

The bathroom was filled with the slick sound of skin against skin, muffled groans and their heavy breathing. Pete reached and grabbed William’s cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts, fast and rough.

“Come for me,” Pete growled. “Do it, ballet boy.”

And William did.

Biting his forearm to keep from screaming, his body convulsing around Pete’s cock so tight it nearly dragged Pete over the edge with him.

Hot thick ropes shot over his abs and chest and Pete fucked him through it, then finally pulled out and jerked his cock twice before shooting thick spurts all over William’s stomach and chest, mingling with his cum. Both of them panting, and shaking.

Then, as Pete caught his breath, William smirked.

“Again?”