Chapter 61: Fountain Unleashed

"Ugh... Argh... Mmuh..."

Leo’s raw, broken sounds filled the room — half moan, half grunt — as Marcus hammered into him from behind like a man on a deadly mission. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ

On all fours, Leo’s arms shook under the force of each thrust. They had been at it for a while now and Marcus showed no sign of finishing, even though he had promised he wouldn’t take more than twenty minutes.

That promise was long forgotten.

Leo was relieved he hadn’t taken Marcus to the bathroom for a quickie like he had originally planned. With the way Marcus was driving into him now, forcing shameless, breathless cries out of him with every thrust, the small, hard space of the bathroom would have made every sound echo straight into the hallway. Anyone passing the door would have heard everything, and that would have been utterly mortifying.

Marcus had already come three times, and Leo couldn’t even remember how many times he had climaxed, yet Marcus’s cock stayed rock-hard and buried deep in him. He had never pulled out. Not even once. Every time Leo thought they might finish, Marcus simply shifted his grip and kept driving forward, repositioning Leo without ever leaving his hole. The only breaks came when Marcus hauled Leo into a new angle — still impaled — then started thrusting again the moment he had him where he wanted.

He must have really missed this. Either that, or he’s on drugs.

Leo’s stomach was full with cum and his hole was now slick and stretched wide and throbbing. Marcus’s hands clamped his waist, yanking him back onto every brutal thrust like he was trying to fuck straight through him. Sweat slid down Leo’s chest, dripped from his chin onto the sheets. His own cock hung heavy, dripping, and swinging with each brutal snap of Marcus’s hips.

Marcus growled against his ear, voice rough. "Fuck, you’re clenching tight. My cock might fall off." He dragged Leo upright onto his knees, chest to back, never breaking the connection. One arm locked across Leo’s ribs, the other wrapped around his throat, holding him steady while Marcus pistoned upward into that slick, clutching heat. "My brain is fucking melting."

Leo’s head fell back against Marcus’s shoulder, mouth open. He couldn’t even form a coherent word. Every sound punched out of him by the relentless drive of that thick, long cock.

Biting Leo’s shoulder, Marcus thrust deeper, riding them both toward the next climax.

Leo’s eyes rolled back as he suddenly started to convulse. The pressure had been building for what felt like an eternity, a deep, liquid tension coiling somewhere behind his navel, spreading outward through his pelvis, down his thighs, and up into his chest. Each thrust from Marcus sent another shockwave through that pressure, pushing it higher and tighter until Leo’s vision went white at the edges. His fingers clawed at Marcus’s forearm across his ribs, nails digging in, needing an anchor as his body stopped obeying his commands.

The first spasm hit like a punch to the gut.

Leo’s back arched violently, his spine curving into a bow as his mouth opened in a scream that started silent and then tore free — raw and broken and utterly shameless.

"AArrrrh... MARCUSssssss!"

His cock jerked hard, untouched, and then the release came. Not the thin, familiar spurts he knew, but something else entirely. A thick, pale fluid erupted from him in a pulsing stream, arcing up and out, splattering across the sheets, Marcus’s thighs, and Leo’s own stomach. It kept coming, wave after wave, each pulse wringing another desperate cry from his throat.

His brain went blank. Completely, utterly blank. No thoughts, no words, no awareness of anything except the violent, consuming pleasure that ripped through his nervous system like lightning. Time stopped meaning anything. The room disappeared. There was only Marcus’s cock buried deep inside him, Marcus’s arm locked around his chest, Marcus’s teeth still sunk into his shoulder, and the endless, shuddering release that seemed to pull his soul out through his cock.

Marcus held him through it. Held him tight, kept thrusting in short, deep strokes that prolonged every spasm, every gush of fluid, every broken scream. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, just rode Leo through the convulsions with a steady, relentless rhythm that kept the pleasure cresting higher and higher until Leo thought he might actually pass out.

"That’s it baby," Marcus grunted against his skin. "Let it go. Let it all go."

Leo couldn’t have stopped it if he tried. His body wasn’t his anymore. It belonged to Marcus, to the cock splitting him open, to the pleasure that had turned his brain to static. The last pulse of fluid left him in a weak spurt, and then his body went limp, sagging against Marcus’s chest like a puppet with cut strings.

He was empty. Drained. His mind floated somewhere above his body, disconnected and hazy. He could feel Marcus still moving inside him, still hard, still thrusting, but it felt distant now, like something happening to someone else. His own breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps. His limbs trembled with the aftershocks.

Marcus’s rhythm changed. Grew faster, harder, more urgent. His grip on Leo’s ribs tightened almost painfully, and his breath came in harsh pants against Leo’s ear. "Fuck, Leo. Fuck. I’m gonna come again. Gonna fill you up."

Leo could only whimper in response. His hole clenched weakly around Marcus’s cock, the muscles exhausted but still responding to the thick length moving inside him. He felt the first hot pulse of Marcus’s release deep in his gut, and it triggered another weak spasm through his own spent body. Marcus groaned long and low, his hips jerking as he pumped his load into Leo’s already full hole.

The heat spread through Leo’s belly, warm and wet and impossibly deep. Marcus kept thrusting through his orgasm, milking every last drop into Leo’s body, until finally his movements slowed and stopped. They collapsed together.

Marcus fell backward, pulling Leo with him, and they hit the mattress in a tangle of sweaty limbs and heaving chests. Marcus’s cock finally slipped free with a wet sound, and Leo felt the slow trickle of cum leaking from his stretched, used hole. Neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the frantic beating of their heartbeats echoing through the quiet room.

It was their first break in what felt like hours.

Marcus’s hand found Leo’s hip, squeezing gently. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke. "Did you just squirt?"

Leo couldn’t answer. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. His brain was still offline, still floating somewhere in that white, empty space where pleasure had erased everything else.

Marcus propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Leo with wide, wondering eyes. "Wow. I never knew you were a squirter." A slow grin spread across his face. "Seems like our sex life has been boring all this while."

Leo’s chest rose and fell. He stared at the ceiling, seeing nothing. His lips moved, but the only thing that came out was a breathy, unintelligible sound.

"What was that?" Marcus leaned closer, his grin widening. "I can’t hear you."

Leo swallowed hard. His throat was raw from screaming. His body felt like it had been wrung out and left to dry. He tried again, managed a single, broken syllable. "W-water."

Marcus laughed, low and warm, and pressed a kiss to Leo’s sweaty temple. "Water. Right. I’ll get you water." He sat up and stood from the bed.