Terry whimpered as Ernie moved within him, the pain lessening a little as pleasure took over. His hands slid down Ernie's arms to the sheets, fisting there as Ernie started moving faster. His head thrashed against the bed, neck arching up so tendons stood in stark relief.
His breath came in pants now, and he wrapped his legs tighter around Ernie's waist. He welcomed anything Ernie did to him, gasping as Ernie pounded into him harshly. He finally pried his eyes opened and found himself entranced by the look on Ernie's face.
Ernie's eyes were blazing down at him, more intesne than he'd ever seen them. Sun streaming in from the windows cast a soft glow around him, and Terry's heart stuttered in his chest. Ernie was beautiful--all male and powerful, and all his.
"Harder," he whimpered, thrusting his hips towards Ernie, begging for him to fuck harder. "Please, Ernie. I need more." His own cock was harder, flush against his stomach and leaking precum as Ernie pounded into him, brushing past his prostate regularly. His eyes fluttered shut again as he felt the pleasure spiral higher and higher. He was almost there.