Thread:Cycries/@comment-27831418-20161111075546

The crackle of a dying fire was the only thing stirring at 12 PM. The surrounding forest had fell dead silent, and the only sounds audible were the tongues of the fire licking viciously at the air and the soft rustle of activity in the tent set up nearby.

Phil restlessly tossed around in his sleeping bag, huddling helplessly next to Raye. A grunt sounded from the other member in the tent and Raye sat up, glaring down at Phil. He grasped his shoulder, giving Phil an abrupt shake as a wake up call. Unsuccessful, he resorted to slapping his lover with an unforgiving hand. With a start, Phil jumped up and heaved, sloppily grabbing onto Raye.

"What was that for?!" Phil began, though he was quickly cut off by Raye holding up his finger. "Did you hear that?" He lied, a faked and frightened look on his face. "There's something outside the tent!" His voice was a harsh whisper. Phil, who was letting out a bored and tired yawn, curled up and rested against Raye. "Oh, shut up." He grumbled, laying his head on Raye's shoulder. Raye let out a childish giggle and nudged Phil a little, trying to get him to look lively. Phil only grumbled in reply. "I'm cold."

With a sly grin, Raye teased him further. "Y'know, they say that the best way to keep warm is to strip naked and huddle with someone for body warmth." Phil glanced up at Raye, a suspicious expression on his face. "What are you implying?" Raye shifted, moving out from under Phil's head and positioning himself in front of him, staring him down. His hands slid under Phil's shirt and Phil tensed up as he felt Raye's fingers breezing his nipples. "I'm implying that we should definitely do that." Raye bluntly said, without a hint of subtleness or suggestion, just bluntly implyed sex.

Phil furrowed his eyebrows. "But it's so-" He was yet again cut off by Raye uninvitedly sticking his hand down Phil's pants. "R- Raye!" Raye looked up, puppy eyes meeting Phil's gaze. "But Phhhhhiiilll!" He begged, a shrill whine. Phil sighed, slowly giving Raye the signal to continue. Like a kid about to ride a rollar coaster, Raye immediately ripped down the zipper on Phil's jeans and discarded his underwear. Phil simply watched as Raye prepared himself.

He advanced on Phil's limp form and slid his hands back up his shirt, gripping the collar and pulling it over his head. He shivered as he found himself to be completely naked, though Raye seemed content to simply let his penis free without worrying about the rest of his clothes. Phil was surprised to find Raye wrapping his arms around him and flipping him over, onto his stomach.

"WAIT, we're doing anal?!" Phil wheezed.

"Well, yeah..?"

"I thought we were just going to cuddle!"

"Phhhhiiiilll!"

"Fine."

Eagerly, Raye breezed Phil's ass with his erection, Phil letting out a small squeak at the contact. Before Phil had any time to brace himself, Raye impatiently shoved his entirety into Phil's ass, the tip heading straight for his prostate. At impact, Phil let out yet another yelp of both pleasure and pain. Raye pulled back, retracting almost all the way before ramming back inside. The cries from Phil became louder, and the flutter of disturbed birds could be heard outside the tent. Phil's eyes clouded and a trickle of tears began to form at the edges of his eyes as Raye yet again slammed himself inside of Phil. Phil squirmed as his penis hardened. He needed to release. He let out a frustrated cry. "Raye, please!" He squealed. At Phil's command, Raye slowly retracted and let out heavy breathes as he let out a hasty question. "What's wrong?" Phil almost yelled in response, "I need.. I need.. I need to let.. GO.." he managed to squeak.

"No."

"W- Wha..t?"

"I said.. I said no. Keep it in, a little longer, please, for me."

"Rrr.. RAYE!"

"NO!"

(Didn't spell check, didn't put much effort into it, but I sort of tried so here ya go) 