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"You….love me?"

Rhys says in a soft whisper. Rhys can hear his heart race in ears. A soft pink lip finds itself snagged under the red hair man lip. Malik tilts his head to Rhys' soft hand cupping his cheek. 

"I think so…"

'Isn't that beautiful….' Rhys' mind rings. It was getting quite late. There were little cars on the road tonight but enough to fill the small road with some light. The street light blinks widely and the sound of crickets soars. The corners of Rhys' mouth perk up uncontrollably. Both males stared at each other in undeniable bliss.

Rhys captured the others' lips with a passion. Malik's grip tightens as he backs both of them down the road. Both males attack each other's mouths with a fractious glee. Hands dip and clothes tugged but all were in vain.

"Mal….we can't do this here…"

Rhys breathes as Malik attacks his throat. The larger male leaves a string of kisses and red love bites all over his lovely prey's body. 

"Mall…please…"

"Please fuck you?"

Rhys felt his cock twitch at that. But, his mind was not gone as of yet. 

"We. …out in open….not here…."

Malik let out a deep rumble that sent shivers down the blushing red head's spine. Rhys bites back a moan as he feels himself being  rubbed against the other male's prominent erection. 

"Oh..fuck…" he whimpers to the delightful friction. 

"Can do that…"

"Oh screw…..oh…fuck me….", Rhys moans out as Malik gropes his behind.

Malik, not wanting to make his love uncomfortable, moves them both to a thick covering of bush far off from the roadside. He places the red teen down onto the lush grass below. Malik could barely contain himself seeing Rhys spread off and begging for him.

"I….have never done this….had sex..", Malik admits softly as he undoes his belt buckle.

Malik lost Rhys at the clinking of the belt buckle. Rhys looks off and grits his teeth. "Let me please.", he says, placing a hand on the big teens zipper. Malik gives a quick nod of approval. Rhys made good time removing his and Malik's pants. Soon enough, both males were down to their underwear and both looked ready to pounce.

Malik, with much restraint, placed a gentle hand on Rhys' shoulder pushing him down. He leans forward and kisses down his torso and onto his hips. Gripping the waistband, he slowly removed the underwear with his teeth.

Rhys had this happened once before. It was some girl he was dating for like a week and she was into role play. Rhys never understood why someone wanted to act like a dog. But this was not acting. This was Malik, slowly unwrapping him like an ice cream bar. A delicate, delicious thing he did not want to waste.

Legs thrown over his shoulders, Malik dives low to the sweet spot between his legs. A rough thumb teases the puckered red hole in front of him. In one long lick, Rhys whole cock twitches. Malik thrusts his tongue in and out of Rhys like a torpedo. Rhys covering his mouth was futile as he couldn't stop the moans from escaping his pink body. 

"Mal..Mal!! Mal yes! So good…", Rhys gasps out. Malik grips his hips and thrust his tongue further down the now wet hole. 

"Don't stop! Gonna….", Rhys almost screams, feeling the hand stroking up and down his aching cock. 

Malik, in a total dick move if you ask Rhys, flipped Rhys over onto his stomach removing his pleasant tongue. Malik managed to line himself up to his hole. He placed a kiss on the nape of his lover's neck.

"If you say stop…I will stop okay?"

Rhys gapped a bit before giving a firm nod. With no further disruptions, Malik thrusted into the others wet hole. Rhys felt like his dick was about to explode. After Rhys got used to him, Malik began a series of rhythmic thrusts into his gorgeous redhead.

Lost in a sea of pleasure, Rhys could barely remember all those girls he has had sex with. Not one girl compares to the intense pleasure he is feeling. The way Malik holds his legs wide and open, the sharp and deep thrust and the soft kisses and whispering of nothingness being whispered in his ear.

"Rhys….I'm gonna cum…"

"Me…too…"

"Pull out?"

Very good question. Too bad Rhys was not in the mind of making good decisions. Wrapping his legs around his waist he held both of them together. Malik thrusts forward in one more deep thrust before moaning,

"Love you…."

Rhys could feel Malik fill inside him with a heated vigor. He wasted no time following behind him. Hand clasped in the grass as both spent male laid on tip of each other. 

Once the heat has died down and the air had become chilled, logic returned to Rhys' mind. Rhys shot up, and shot right back down due to the pain in his ass, to the realization that came to his mind. 

Malik came inside of him.

"Shit….."

Malik registered the meaning behind the phrase a bit behind the red head. Wide eyes stare at each other. Both at a loss of words.

 What are you supposed to say?

"Drugstore?" Rhys suggested.

"Drugstore."

After dressing themselves they made their way to the closest drugstore in the area. The cashier looks at them with a raised eyebrow. It's not everyday you see a man walk into a store with another male on his back piggy back style. 

"Is it this one?", Malik says, holding up a pink box. 

Rhys shook his head. "No, the blue one, Think pink one less effective."

Malik nods, picking up the blue box. " How you know so much bout plan b?"

"Had a scare a few years back."

If Malik was shocked he did not display it. He made his way to the cash line of just two. Despite the short line  it seemed that this line was going to last forever. The cause of this being none other than the older blonde lady screaming at the cashier.

"Ma'am for the last time, we don't have any more Meow Mix in stock." The cashier said.

"Check again! I know you do! You're just hoarding it!" She spat.

"Why would I be hoarding it?".

"For your pathetic immigrant family!", she screeches.

Rhys rolled his eyes, "Lady can you move, I'm kinda on a time crunch", Rhys says with an eye roll.

The lady in question turned back to find the offending voice. "Keep the fuck out cripple!"

Now it was Malik's turn to get pissed off. Malik is more of an action than words type. He simply walked forward and fitted himself in front of the counter. The lady, for some reason, ended up.an the floor. She immediately began screaming and yelling on the floor.

"Lady, he barely touched you!" Rhys scoffed.

The lady stood back up and immediately grabbed her phone. "I'm going to call the police!"

"Really? Like they give a fuck about you Meow Mix bitch! Feed your cats your dusty ass weave!"

Malik looked off trying not to laugh.

"Oh yeah? I'm going to tell them I was brutally attacked by an African American man!" She spat.

The cashier looked at Malik. Malik glances back at Rhys.

She did not just say that.

A/N: Did that bitch just say that?