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Martin moaned as those fingers pushed into him slowly, his head arching back against the pillow and his hands going to the backs of his thighs to hold himself steady and wide open for Ezra. "No... No... Not eight..." he groaned and bit his lip, wanting to *try* and keep as quiet as possible. It was known fact that Martin was a -very- vocal lover, always had been; which is why they got in trouble a lot during high school, his father's always hearing Martin crying out, moaning, or sometimes even screaming as loud as possible, as Ezra fucked him through the mattress.

"Just... six... Six years... Couldn't find the time... to date... with Eliza, and school... and work..." He groaned louder and pushed himself back against Ezra's fingers - he may have been tight as hell, but fuck if he weren't ready to feel that cock pounding inside of him already. "I'm lubed enough, c'mon Ez... Please..." He begged breathlessly, hips writhing against the mattress, rucking the sheets up. His cock was hard, throbbing, sticking straight up into the air and leaking copiously down the back of it, a trail of glistening precum on that large throbbing vein "Fuck me, Ez... C'mon!"