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Aryin heard Larry moaning and it was like music to his ears; finally, an active partner who didn't just lay there and do nothing more than take it - it was a welcome relief as he continued to easily slide himself in and out of Larry's tight body. They were practically tugging and pulling at each other's bodies now, trying to get deeper into each other as they could; Aryin wanted that, to be inside of Larry physically, mentally, emotionally even.

Larry's legs around his waist was a sure sign that the younger man was enjoying the sex, finally. The initial pain had finally subsided and now their bodies were working in tandem with one another, but the depth and speed seemed to not be enough for his lover. Larry was asking for more of it, wanting harder and Aryin could think of nothing more than to provide that for him - they just needed a new position.

Aryin, with that thought in mind, quickly pulled out of Larry, grabbed his lover around the waist and flipped him, almost effortlessly, onto his stomach; he kissed down Larry's back briefly, and then grasped his hips, pulling them up into the air, and getting Larry onto his knees; this position was much more conducive, he slid back into Larry without waiting any longer.

Aryin bid his lover the command, starting to thrust harder, faster, and now even deeper; he still angled his thrusts in a downward way, wanting to continue hitting Larry's prostate whenever he could - hoping to give Larry the most pleasure, as well as make him scream with overwhelming ecstasy. Every ounce of Aryin's strength was put into each thrust he delivered to Larry.

The bed was protesting the almost rough treatment, but it was of no concern to Aryin; it was a strong, sturdy, bed and could withstand even the most brutal of activities.