(Daytime, inside an abandoned house. Dusty sunlight cuts through the cracks in the boarded windows. The floor creaks under their weight, the air smells of old wood and damp. Ethan sits on a worn mattress in just an oversized T-shirt, bright red hair framing his flushed face. His thighs are pressed together, eyes lowered.)

Ryan: (smirking, stepping closer) “You’re blushing already… and we’ve barely started.”

Ethan: (softly) “Ryan… this place is… it feels too quiet…”

Ryan: (kneels in front of him, resting a hand on his thigh) “Quiet enough for me to hear you breathe… and every little sound you make.”

(Ethan’s breath quickens. Ryan’s other hand cups the back of his neck, gently guiding him down. A soft, wet slrp… mmm… fills the air as Ethan takes Ryan’s thick penis into his mouth. His lips stretch, eyes fluttering up toward Ryan.)

Ryan: (low, strained voice) “Yes… just like that… deeper…”

(Slrp… slrp… pop! — the sound is almost obscene in the empty room. Ethan’s hands cling to Ryan’s hips for balance, his cheeks hollowing as he moves back and forth.)

Ethan: (pulling off for a moment, panting) “You’re… so big… mmm…”

Ryan: “Don’t stop. I want to cum right in your mouth if you keep going like that.”

(Ethan swallows hard and goes back down, the heat and slickness making Ryan groan. Then Ryan suddenly pulls him up, spins him around, and pushes him forward onto his knees, hands braced on the rusty bed frame.)

Ethan: (startled) “R-Ryan… wait—”

Ryan: “No waiting.”

(Plap… plap… plap! — the rhythm starts as Ryan slides into him from behind, his grip tight on Ethan’s slim waist. The floor groans under their movements, and Ethan lets out small, breathless Ahh… ahh… noises.)

Ethan: (gasping) “It’s… so deep… I can feel your penis… all the way—”

Ryan: “Exactly where I want to be.”

(The thrusts grow harder, faster, Ryan’s hips slapping against Ethan’s. Ethan’s head tilts back, mouth open, his red hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Ryan’s breathing gets heavier, and his hands pull Ethan closer, grinding in with each movement.)

(Without warning, Ryan shifts, pushes Ethan onto his back. The femboy lies sprawled on the mattress, T-shirt bunched up, knees spread wide, his chest rising and falling quickly.)

Ethan: (flushed, trembling) “Ryan… are you going to—”

Ryan: (leaning over him, smirking) “Without asking? …Yeah.”

(Plap! Plap! Plap! — the sound of hips meeting bare skin echoes in the quiet space. Ethan’s hands clutch the torn fabric of the mattress, his voice breaking into soft whimpers. Ryan’s eyes are fixed on him, intense and hungry.)

Ethan: (breathless) “You’re… going to cum—”

(Ryan’s thrusts turn desperate, his grip iron-tight on Ethan’s thighs. Then, with a sharp groan, he pushes deep and releases — hot, thick spurts flooding inside. Ethan gasps at the sudden heat, feeling the sperm spill and fill him.)

Ryan: (low, almost growling) “Yes… I’m cumming… all in you…”

(Ethan’s eyes widen slightly as he feels it pulse and spill, some already starting to leak out. The warm sensation makes his body shiver. Outside, wind rattles the broken shutters, but inside, the only sound is their heavy, uneven breathing.)

Ethan: (quietly, still flushed) “You’re… shameless…”

Ryan: (smiling, brushing hair from Ethan’s face) “And you still let me.”