Camping trip (October 6th) - Sex Stories

Camping trip (October 6th)

... fuck, I love you."

"I love you, too, my Moon," Zemo swears, snapping his hips harder with that faster ride. Angling himself, he hits that prostate a little more directly. "That's it, baby. Fucking ride my cock. Milk it with your tight fucking ass."

Nails dig into Zemo's chest as he hits Helmut's prostate. He whines, feeling his cock jump, and slaps against his husband's stomach. "Fuck love." he speeds up his thrust, about to cum his moans turning more into growls and grumbles. "Not gonna last." he leans down to bite Zemo's shoulder, which shifts his position slightly, causing the cock inside him to hit him deeper.

Teeth dig into Zemo's flesh, breaking the skin slightly as after a few thrusts, he moans out his hot cum splattering his husband's chest and his. The action of coming causes his asshole to spasm milking Zemo for all he is worth.

Which has Zemo lifting his hips up nice and hard, coming deep into that spasming ass. He snarls as he does it, enjoying this moment because he doesn't always think to penetrate the other man. He really should do this more often. "You're so good at taking my cock," he pants out, hips slowly lowering, cock gradually growing soft inside his husband.

Helmut nuzzles into his husband's neck, panting and coming off his high. "Thank you." he chuckles. "You need to fuck me more often. I like the feeling of all of you inside me." he wiggles his hip slightly, feeling Zemo's seed seep out around the man's soft cock and down his ...

... nutsack.

"We're making a mess," Zemo says, only really caring because they're camping. "And you're right. I do need to fuck you more often." He sits up, arms wrapping around his husband as he steals a soft kiss. Then he grabs the container of wet wipes and cleans them up.

He returned the kiss and chuckled at Zemo, whipping him down with a wet wipe. "We could just go get in the spring, you know." he gets off Zemo's lap and grabs towels, holding them up. "It's nice and warm."

Zemo gets up as well, taking a towel. "Thank you. That would be lovely. Maybe a cold walk back, though. There's snow outside this tent." Zemo, who might shoot someone in the face without hesitation, is also a shivering little cinnamon roll.

Helmut holds up his finger and grabs a hiking bag, filling it with clothes for both of them and then grabbing their jackets as he slings the bag over his shoulder. He was slapping Zemo's tight little ass. "Go on my little snack cake, you first." his german accent was thick, and his throat was rough from moaning and growling.

And Zemo's Sokovian accent is also thick from his throat's roughness from being choked out. "But it's cold," he complains, jumping a little from the slap to his ass. He doesn't want to leave the tent.

Helmut growls, grabs the blanket, wraps Zemo up in it, and picks him up bridal style, walking barefoot and fully nude out of the tent. "Is this better, Your Highness?" he smiles at the man.

Zemo beams when wrapped in the blanket, the growl ...