Standing in the ring under the lights, Cross couldn't look better if he wanted to. He's got on a low cut black singlet that shows off all his oiled up body, his muscles are pumped, and he's got a fresh haircut. And it's only when Chen disrobes and stands opposite him that the wrestler takes notice. Somehow he didn't see Cross in the locker room, even though he was twelve feet away. Not once stealing a glance as Cross slowly put on his singlet, bending over so his ass pointed right at him. No, he was too busy staring at some new, white jobber that the other NXT superstars were drooling over. And now that Chen sees Cross, he doesn't want to take his eyes off of him -- but it's too little too late, because Cross is out for revenge.
The bell rings and the two men start for each other. Cross grabs Chen in a side headlock, going rough right from the top, squeezing his head hard. Chen manages to back them into the ropes to try and fling Cross off of him, but the pornstar slides back to the middle of the ring, his bicep still tight around Chen's head. Chen doesn't know why Cross is being so aggressive, but he takes note of it so he can dish it back to him just as hard. He manages to slip his head out of Cross's hold and shove him into the ropes. But when Cross comes back he hits Chen with a shoulder tackle that knocks him on his back. Cross then leaps up and lands on Chen with a legdrop. Not wasting any time, Cross pulls Chen up by his hair, wrapping his arm around his head to hit a neckbreaker, but Chen shoves him away again. Cross comes rebounding back off the ropes with a clothesline, but Chen ducks it. Cross stops and turns around only for Chen to lift him up and drop him down for an atomic drop. Cross groans, holding himself, while Chen takes a moment to catch his breath. The wrestler reaches for Cross, but the pornstar ducks, getting him in a fireman's carry and drops him down hard. Cross goes back to his side headlock on the fallen Chen, enjoying how easy it is to keep the bigger man down. Chen can hear soft chuckles from Cross, which only irritates him more, motivating Chen to get on his knee and then back standing. Cross adjusts his hold, tightening his grip, but it doesn't deter Chen who moves them toward the ropes. Once close enough Chen springs off of the ropes with a headlock takeover, flipping Cross off of him. The pornstar scrambles back up and lunges at Chen with a clothesline so hard that the wrestler flips and lands on his stomach. Cross then grabs Chen's arms and locks their legs together, falling backwards to get Chen in a surfboard hold. Chen arches his back as he screams in pain. Cross admires Chen's ass from below, enjoying Chen's screams. As painful as the hold is, Chen refuses to tap out. He looks backward and can see the ropes within reach, grabbing at them, but before he can Cross sits back up, shoving Chen forward off of him. Before Chen can crawl away Cross grabs his ankle, but Chen kicks him off with his other foot. Using the ropes to stand back up, Chen flips his hair back, ready to start taking control. But Cross looks to prevent that, coming at him with a big boot. Chen catches it and swings his leg back down then nails Cross with a blow to the head. He swings his fist again, but Cross ducks it and wraps his hands around Chen's waist. He hoists the wrestler up, but Chen reverses it with a victory roll pinning the pornstar. One. Two. Thr-- Cross breaks the count at the last moment, rolling away.
Cross quickly stands back up, upset at the smirk on Chen's face. Chen even winks at him. What the fuck? He charges at him, trapping Chen in the corner where he hammers away at him. He then pulls Chen out and whips him right into his clothesline, knocking Chen on his back. He falls down with an elbow drop and then yanks at Chen's hair, getting him standing so he can whip him into the corner again. Chen's back snaps against the turnbuckles so hard he closes his eyes, when he opens them Cross is coming at him with a Stinger splash that inflicts even more pain. Cross then hits a big backhand across Chen's chest, a smack so loud that the crowd winces in pain. Chen walks out of the corner, holding himself, but Cross kicks his legs, knocking him down on his knees. Chen drapes himself over the middle rope, which Cross then pulls up, chocking Chen with it until the ref pushes him away. Cross smiles to himself, stepping back staring at Chen's ass some more. Oh, how that ass is going to be his after this match, he thinks as he licks his lips. Chen pulls himself up just in time for Cross to try and grab him. Chen ducks around his reach and gets him in a wrist lock. Cross counters with an elbow to Chen's head and then lifts him up and drops him down with a backbreaker on his knee. Cross slides across Chen's body for the pin, but the wrestler lifts his shoulder after just a one-count.
Chen can't believe that he can't get an advantage on Cross. Every time he thinks he does Cross counters, it's like he's been studying his tapes or something. Cross and Chen face off again, the wrestler staggering, clearly in pain from all the beatings Cross has been giving him. Cross charges at him, but Chen spins around and strikes him with a back elbow that knocks him down. Cross scrambles back up and comes at Chen again, but the wrestler hits him with an arm drag. Cross pounds the ring as he stands back up, how is Chen doing this? He comes at Chen again and hits him with a forearm to the head. Chen turns away and Cross wraps his arms around him, but Chen counters dropping down with a stunner. Cross snaps back, stumbling into the corner, sitting on the middle turnbuckle. Chen hurries back up and nails Cross with a corner clothesline, though it's not nearly as bad as Chen was getting it when he was trapped in the corner. Cross walks out of the corner shaking his head, but Chen grabs him and hits a back suplex, now seemingly in control of the match. The wrestler yanks on Cross's singlet to get him back up and goes to whip him across the ring. Cross runs to the other side, but holds on to the ropes and doesn't rebound back, so Chen sprints at him, only for Cross to duck while holding the ropes, sending Chen outside the ring. Chen hits the ground hard, though he's becoming numb to the pain now. Cross grabs the ropes and uses it to catapult himself over landing on Chen with a pescado. Cross is a bit bruised up from the aerial attack, but Chen is laid sprawled out, a sight Cross would love to see in the bedroom. He pulls Chen's hair to get him back up and rolls him in the ring, following after him where he sits on him with a schoolboy pin. Chen shakes his head, trying to avoid Cross's crotch right in his face, and lifts his shoulder before the three-count.
Cross stands up and flexes his muscles, but Chen is too busy crawling away to notice. Even if he were to see him showboating, he's too sore to be turned on at this point. The pornstar grabs him and puts him in a reverse chinlock, sitting on Chen's ass as he pulls back on his chin and drills his knee into his back. Chen whines out in agony, but still isn't willing to tap out. Cross finds himself getting hard hearing Chen's cries, which only makes him want to keep him in this hold. But as he's thinking lustful thoughts, Chen reaches out for the ropes. He's inches away and then finally grabs the bottom rope, forcing Cross off of him. Chen grips the ropes to balance himself up as he gets upright, but as soon as he lets go he feels Cross's hands get him in a waistlock. Chen tries prying them open, but Cross has more energy and strength than him and prevents him from loosening his grip. In fact, the pornstar then rubs his hands up and down Chen's crotch, discovering that Chen is as turned on as he is. Maybe Chen does like it rough? With that thought, Cross hits Chen with a suplex sending him back across the ring. Looking to finish him off, Cross then throws Chen on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and hits him with a double knee gutbuster. Chen rolls away holding himself in pain, but Cross grabs him and pins him down. One, two, three -- Chen lifts his shoulder too late and Cross gets the victory.
Chen knows he's going to be very sore for a long time after this match. He could have sworn Cross was gay when he made those flirty advances during their match, but Cross only reciprocated with fists. Did Cross not know that as Gatekeeper of NXT that it didn't just mean Chen faced off guys making their debuts, but also he was the first to accept a toll - always sexual in nature - for their advancement? As hot as Cross is, the brutal assault he gave Chen out in the ring is more than enough to turn him off. So while Cross may have won the match, as far as Chen is concerned Cross's career is over before it started.
If I could pick between these two beautiful men, I'd find it too hard to turn down getting a taste of Cross's ass.
Chen can't believe that he can't get an advantage on Cross. Every time he thinks he does Cross counters, it's like he's been studying his tapes or something. Cross and Chen face off again, the wrestler staggering, clearly in pain from all the beatings Cross has been giving him. Cross charges at him, but Chen spins around and strikes him with a back elbow that knocks him down. Cross scrambles back up and comes at Chen again, but the wrestler hits him with an arm drag. Cross pounds the ring as he stands back up, how is Chen doing this? He comes at Chen again and hits him with a forearm to the head. Chen turns away and Cross wraps his arms around him, but Chen counters dropping down with a stunner. Cross snaps back, stumbling into the corner, sitting on the middle turnbuckle. Chen hurries back up and nails Cross with a corner clothesline, though it's not nearly as bad as Chen was getting it when he was trapped in the corner. Cross walks out of the corner shaking his head, but Chen grabs him and hits a back suplex, now seemingly in control of the match. The wrestler yanks on Cross's singlet to get him back up and goes to whip him across the ring. Cross runs to the other side, but holds on to the ropes and doesn't rebound back, so Chen sprints at him, only for Cross to duck while holding the ropes, sending Chen outside the ring. Chen hits the ground hard, though he's becoming numb to the pain now. Cross grabs the ropes and uses it to catapult himself over landing on Chen with a pescado. Cross is a bit bruised up from the aerial attack, but Chen is laid sprawled out, a sight Cross would love to see in the bedroom. He pulls Chen's hair to get him back up and rolls him in the ring, following after him where he sits on him with a schoolboy pin. Chen shakes his head, trying to avoid Cross's crotch right in his face, and lifts his shoulder before the three-count.
Cross stands up and flexes his muscles, but Chen is too busy crawling away to notice. Even if he were to see him showboating, he's too sore to be turned on at this point. The pornstar grabs him and puts him in a reverse chinlock, sitting on Chen's ass as he pulls back on his chin and drills his knee into his back. Chen whines out in agony, but still isn't willing to tap out. Cross finds himself getting hard hearing Chen's cries, which only makes him want to keep him in this hold. But as he's thinking lustful thoughts, Chen reaches out for the ropes. He's inches away and then finally grabs the bottom rope, forcing Cross off of him. Chen grips the ropes to balance himself up as he gets upright, but as soon as he lets go he feels Cross's hands get him in a waistlock. Chen tries prying them open, but Cross has more energy and strength than him and prevents him from loosening his grip. In fact, the pornstar then rubs his hands up and down Chen's crotch, discovering that Chen is as turned on as he is. Maybe Chen does like it rough? With that thought, Cross hits Chen with a suplex sending him back across the ring. Looking to finish him off, Cross then throws Chen on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and hits him with a double knee gutbuster. Chen rolls away holding himself in pain, but Cross grabs him and pins him down. One, two, three -- Chen lifts his shoulder too late and Cross gets the victory.
As he hobbles backstage he sees a silhouette in the dark hall in front of him. Out of the darkness comes Cross, his timing makes the wrestler question if he could ready his mind. Chen freezes as Cross approaches him with a questionable smirk on his face. As the pornstar comes forward he slides his singlet straps off his shoulders, showing off all of his upper body, bouncing his pecs as a taunt.
"I'm not finished with you," Cross says, grabbing Chen's wrist, squeezing so tight that Chen can't shake it off.
Cross takes them around to an empty office, locking the door behind him. He presses his hands on Chen's chest, noticing the red marks he gave him during the match. Chen still is too stunned to fight back, even as Cross puts his hand on the wrestler's head and pushes him down on his knees.
"I'm not finished with you," Cross says, grabbing Chen's wrist, squeezing so tight that Chen can't shake it off.
Cross takes them around to an empty office, locking the door behind him. He presses his hands on Chen's chest, noticing the red marks he gave him during the match. Chen still is too stunned to fight back, even as Cross puts his hand on the wrestler's head and pushes him down on his knees.
"Open wide," Cross orders.
"No--" Chen utters.
Cross slides his singlet off, letting his boner free. He slaps it in Chen's face until the wrestler opens his mouth. Chen sucks on just the head, his eyes look up at Cross confirming that there's no way out of this. He swallows more of the dick, pausing once his throat convulses to take a second to adjust to the feeling. After a moment he slowly begins to bob his head, moving his lips up and down his cock and closing his eyes. He moved closer and swallowed him down to the base, running his tongue along the underside and listening to the noise that escaped Cross's lips as he does so. He groans and sucks, trying not to look like he enjoys it too much, fearful of what Cross might do.
After what seems like an eternity, Cross begins to rock his hips against Chen's mouth. Chen closes his eyes as they begin to tear up. Cross grabs the back of his head to control his movements, pushing him all the way down to his base before pulling him back to the tip. Chen inhales through his nose, shivering as the pornstar's fingers tighten in his hair, digging into his scalp to keep him steady. He whimpers anxiously, shifting on his knees as the pornstar ruthlessly fucks his throat. Even though Chen seemed reluctant, he's doing a damn good job, Cross thinks. The faster he pumps into him the more he can feel himself growing close, that heat building in his stomach. How he'd love to come in the wrestler's mouth, hear him choke and gag on his seed, wiping it on his face. But Cross has more he wants to do.
"Get up," he says as he drags his dick out of Chen's mouth.
The wrestler doesn't wipe the precum off his lips and stands up. Cross admires his muscles some more, feeling down his arms, squeezing the biceps. He then tucks his fingers in Chen's waistband and watches Chen's face as he slides his shorts off.
"Very nice," Cross says to himself.
He turns Chen around and then squats down, getting his face in the wrestler's ass. As soon as he feels Cross's tongue between his ass cheeks a blinding pleasure shoots through Chen. The pornstar takes his time, licking up down across his hole before exploring inside. His nails dig hard into Chen's asscheeks, squeezing and spanking him as he tongues him open. The longer the rim job goes on the more at ease Chen gets. Sure, he's not in charge like the gatekeeper should be, but this is what he wanted, isn't it?
Cross then stands up and directs Chen to the desk, bending him over the office furniture, pinning his head to the wood rougher than Chen would like. It's a reminder of Cross's brutality, which causes Chen's thighs to tremble. Usually in these scenarios he's the one giving orders, knowing what to expect, but now the role reversal has him anxious about what Cross will do to him, despite a part of him being horny for it. He closes his eyes when he feels Cross's head push into him. It takes a moment to squeeze into his tight hole, but after that it smoothly enters into him.
"Fuck..." Cross gasps.
He claps his hands on Chen's cheeks at the same time as he holds his dick in place. The second clap is rougher, undoubtedly leaving red marks on his skin. And then he snaps his hips, forcing his dick deep into Chen, the first sign that this was going to be anything but a gentle fuck. Cross pulls almost all the way back out of him before pushing back in, using all his muscle to pound into him with every inch of his dick. The walls begin to echo with the sound of Cross's crotch pounding against Chen's smooth cheeks, both men keeping their noises to a minimum. Soon the pornstar accelerates his pace, squeezing on to Chen's hips, pulling him to him as he pounds in, not at all sacrificing his force. He thinks about how Chen refused to look at him before their match, using that anger to fuel his fucking. Now he's going to make sure the wrestler won't ever be able to look away.
"Uhhh uhhh uhhh," he moans as he throws himself into each penetration.
Chen grunts back softly, trying to suppress his pleasured moans, not wanting to risk Cross going harder on him even if he finds out Chen's enjoying it. Plus the soreness from their match finally seems to be subsiding. But the way Cross is smashing into Chen's hole it seems like he has little concern for Chen's enjoyment, or maybe he's just that confident in his abilities that he figures there's no way Chen can't be enjoying it, at least a little.
"No--" Chen utters.
Cross slides his singlet off, letting his boner free. He slaps it in Chen's face until the wrestler opens his mouth. Chen sucks on just the head, his eyes look up at Cross confirming that there's no way out of this. He swallows more of the dick, pausing once his throat convulses to take a second to adjust to the feeling. After a moment he slowly begins to bob his head, moving his lips up and down his cock and closing his eyes. He moved closer and swallowed him down to the base, running his tongue along the underside and listening to the noise that escaped Cross's lips as he does so. He groans and sucks, trying not to look like he enjoys it too much, fearful of what Cross might do.
After what seems like an eternity, Cross begins to rock his hips against Chen's mouth. Chen closes his eyes as they begin to tear up. Cross grabs the back of his head to control his movements, pushing him all the way down to his base before pulling him back to the tip. Chen inhales through his nose, shivering as the pornstar's fingers tighten in his hair, digging into his scalp to keep him steady. He whimpers anxiously, shifting on his knees as the pornstar ruthlessly fucks his throat. Even though Chen seemed reluctant, he's doing a damn good job, Cross thinks. The faster he pumps into him the more he can feel himself growing close, that heat building in his stomach. How he'd love to come in the wrestler's mouth, hear him choke and gag on his seed, wiping it on his face. But Cross has more he wants to do.
"Get up," he says as he drags his dick out of Chen's mouth.
The wrestler doesn't wipe the precum off his lips and stands up. Cross admires his muscles some more, feeling down his arms, squeezing the biceps. He then tucks his fingers in Chen's waistband and watches Chen's face as he slides his shorts off.
"Very nice," Cross says to himself.
He turns Chen around and then squats down, getting his face in the wrestler's ass. As soon as he feels Cross's tongue between his ass cheeks a blinding pleasure shoots through Chen. The pornstar takes his time, licking up down across his hole before exploring inside. His nails dig hard into Chen's asscheeks, squeezing and spanking him as he tongues him open. The longer the rim job goes on the more at ease Chen gets. Sure, he's not in charge like the gatekeeper should be, but this is what he wanted, isn't it?
Cross then stands up and directs Chen to the desk, bending him over the office furniture, pinning his head to the wood rougher than Chen would like. It's a reminder of Cross's brutality, which causes Chen's thighs to tremble. Usually in these scenarios he's the one giving orders, knowing what to expect, but now the role reversal has him anxious about what Cross will do to him, despite a part of him being horny for it. He closes his eyes when he feels Cross's head push into him. It takes a moment to squeeze into his tight hole, but after that it smoothly enters into him.
"Fuck..." Cross gasps.
He claps his hands on Chen's cheeks at the same time as he holds his dick in place. The second clap is rougher, undoubtedly leaving red marks on his skin. And then he snaps his hips, forcing his dick deep into Chen, the first sign that this was going to be anything but a gentle fuck. Cross pulls almost all the way back out of him before pushing back in, using all his muscle to pound into him with every inch of his dick. The walls begin to echo with the sound of Cross's crotch pounding against Chen's smooth cheeks, both men keeping their noises to a minimum. Soon the pornstar accelerates his pace, squeezing on to Chen's hips, pulling him to him as he pounds in, not at all sacrificing his force. He thinks about how Chen refused to look at him before their match, using that anger to fuel his fucking. Now he's going to make sure the wrestler won't ever be able to look away.
"Uhhh uhhh uhhh," he moans as he throws himself into each penetration.
Chen grunts back softly, trying to suppress his pleasured moans, not wanting to risk Cross going harder on him even if he finds out Chen's enjoying it. Plus the soreness from their match finally seems to be subsiding. But the way Cross is smashing into Chen's hole it seems like he has little concern for Chen's enjoyment, or maybe he's just that confident in his abilities that he figures there's no way Chen can't be enjoying it, at least a little.
Abruptly Cross grabs Chen by his hair, pulling him up off the desk and shoving him down on the carpeted floor. Before Chen can try to position himself, Cross is back on him, forcing his dick between the wrestler's abused cheeks. Cross wraps his hands around Chen's neck, squeezing it as he resumes his brutal pace.
"Mmm, yeah," Cross grunts while he looks down between them to watch himself fuck in and out of Chen's hole
"Ahhh ahhhhh," the wrestler gasps, unable to hold it in any more.
Chen's had bigger dicks in him before, but the way Cross is moving and with such power it makes it feel like it's twice the size. Not only that, but from this angle the pornstar is hitting his prostate with precision. The more Chen moans the more Cross seems to be eating up, like it's fueling him. So Chen begins to push back onto Cross to meet his thrusts, not letting the threatening hands on his neck deter him any more.
“There we go, fuck yeah, just like that.” Cross groans.
"Mmm, yeah," Cross grunts while he looks down between them to watch himself fuck in and out of Chen's hole
"Ahhh ahhhhh," the wrestler gasps, unable to hold it in any more.
Chen's had bigger dicks in him before, but the way Cross is moving and with such power it makes it feel like it's twice the size. Not only that, but from this angle the pornstar is hitting his prostate with precision. The more Chen moans the more Cross seems to be eating up, like it's fueling him. So Chen begins to push back onto Cross to meet his thrusts, not letting the threatening hands on his neck deter him any more.
“There we go, fuck yeah, just like that.” Cross groans.
Even though Chen is working to meet Cross by pushing back on his dick it doesn't slow the pornstar down, it only makes him wilder. Soon Chen finds the pain overshadowing the pleasure.
"Ahhh ah, fuckkkkk..." Chen's feeling light-headed from all this abuse.
The pornstar moves his hands back to Chen's thighs, squeezing them as he throws his body into each fuck, hammering into him with a rapid burst of short strokes that lasts longer than Chen expected. Cross then blankets himself on top of Chen, his pace slowing down as he feels his own climax coming and he returns to dragging his dick out before forcing it back in. And with his whole body crashing down on Chen the pornstar can't hold back anymore.
"Ahhhh," he holds his dick in Chen's ass, coming in total ecstasy.
Chen clenches around the dick as the ending seems to be within reach. Cross fills his hole to the brim and drags the cock out, wiping the rest of the cum on his reddened cheeks.
"Whew," Cross wipes his forehead, catching his breath.
Chen rolls over on his back, stroking his own cock, Cross's cum still dripping out of his hole. Cross takes Chen's wrists and pins them on the ground as he sits down on his knees, straddling Chen's lap in his favorite position. He releases one of Chen's hands, he knows the wrestler won't fight back now, and blindly reaches behind him, aiming the wrestler's still hard cock into his ass. He sinks onto it and flutters his eyes, "Fuck..."Chen rubs his hands down Cross's body, admiring every muscle as the pornstar begins to bounce on his dick. He pinches Cross's pecs one at a time, the pornstar's moans encouraging him to not stop. But Cross's dick, still hard, slaps down on Chen's stomach and is too much to resist. He releases Cross's pecs and reaches to stroke it, Cross not objecting at all. This is becoming much more like how Chen had pictured hooking up with Cross. While the pornstar is still very much in control power bottoming, Chen feels more relaxed, less tense. And when Cross leans back to brace himself on Chen's thighs, feeling them flex under his touch, Chen takes over and thrusts into him.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh," Cross moans out, revealing himself to be much more vocal as a bottom than a top.
The wrestler furrows his brow as he pumps his cock into the pornstar faster, making Cross shake.
"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh..."
The more he goes like this the more Chen wants to show Cross what he can really do. Is this Stockholm syndrome? Chen doesn't know, all he knows is he wants to show Cross why they call him the gatekeeper.
He sits up and has Cross recline on his back and continues to plow into him. From this new position Chen is able to find the energy to be as forceful as Cross was with him. But the harder he goes, the more Cross likes it, undulating under the wrestler, the ecstasy painted across his face.
"Ahhh, yeah, ohhh..." Cross's high-pitched whines erase away his rough and tough image.
Part of Chen wishes Cross wasn't enjoying it as much as he was, but that tight heat around him feels so incredible that he knows he's enjoying things even more, even if he's not vocalizing it like the pornstar.
Cross continues to writhe under Chen's firm thrusts, legs tightening around the wrestler as his thighs quiver, cock pulsing and throbbing, chest bouncing with each penetration. Chen presses his hands down on his tits as he pounds into him with a burst of rapid thrusts. When he finishes, Chen leans back and pinches Cross's pecs, which only drive the bottom wilder. It's then that Chen can feel his orgasm building up, a coiled spring ready to explode. He holds back as long as he can before his orgasm is slamming into him. He comes inside Cross with a rough, hoarse cry. He fucks through it, the aftershocks ruining him a bit more. He looks back down and sees Cross coming again too, his seed splattering his abs and chest as he trembles underneath him.
Chen leans over, his hair dangling down in Cross's face. He doesn't even think and kisses him softly. Embarrassed, he pulls himself off of Cross, the pornstar still panting from all of their activity. Cross stands up, his body coated in sweat and cum, drops of Chen's load oozing out of his hole. He knows he has Chen exactly where he wants him, the kiss confirmed it. He doesn't say anything while he gathers his gear and then just leaves, heading back to the locker room, knowing that after that Chen will won't be able to take his eyes off of him, longing after him. Oh the taste of sweet, sweet revenge.
"Ahhh ah, fuckkkkk..." Chen's feeling light-headed from all this abuse.
The pornstar moves his hands back to Chen's thighs, squeezing them as he throws his body into each fuck, hammering into him with a rapid burst of short strokes that lasts longer than Chen expected. Cross then blankets himself on top of Chen, his pace slowing down as he feels his own climax coming and he returns to dragging his dick out before forcing it back in. And with his whole body crashing down on Chen the pornstar can't hold back anymore.
"Ahhhh," he holds his dick in Chen's ass, coming in total ecstasy.
Chen clenches around the dick as the ending seems to be within reach. Cross fills his hole to the brim and drags the cock out, wiping the rest of the cum on his reddened cheeks.
"Whew," Cross wipes his forehead, catching his breath.
Chen rolls over on his back, stroking his own cock, Cross's cum still dripping out of his hole. Cross takes Chen's wrists and pins them on the ground as he sits down on his knees, straddling Chen's lap in his favorite position. He releases one of Chen's hands, he knows the wrestler won't fight back now, and blindly reaches behind him, aiming the wrestler's still hard cock into his ass. He sinks onto it and flutters his eyes, "Fuck..."Chen rubs his hands down Cross's body, admiring every muscle as the pornstar begins to bounce on his dick. He pinches Cross's pecs one at a time, the pornstar's moans encouraging him to not stop. But Cross's dick, still hard, slaps down on Chen's stomach and is too much to resist. He releases Cross's pecs and reaches to stroke it, Cross not objecting at all. This is becoming much more like how Chen had pictured hooking up with Cross. While the pornstar is still very much in control power bottoming, Chen feels more relaxed, less tense. And when Cross leans back to brace himself on Chen's thighs, feeling them flex under his touch, Chen takes over and thrusts into him.
"Ahhh, ahhhh, ahhh," Cross moans out, revealing himself to be much more vocal as a bottom than a top.
The wrestler furrows his brow as he pumps his cock into the pornstar faster, making Cross shake.
"Yeah, yeah, yeahhhhh..."
The more he goes like this the more Chen wants to show Cross what he can really do. Is this Stockholm syndrome? Chen doesn't know, all he knows is he wants to show Cross why they call him the gatekeeper.
He sits up and has Cross recline on his back and continues to plow into him. From this new position Chen is able to find the energy to be as forceful as Cross was with him. But the harder he goes, the more Cross likes it, undulating under the wrestler, the ecstasy painted across his face.
"Ahhh, yeah, ohhh..." Cross's high-pitched whines erase away his rough and tough image.
Part of Chen wishes Cross wasn't enjoying it as much as he was, but that tight heat around him feels so incredible that he knows he's enjoying things even more, even if he's not vocalizing it like the pornstar.
Cross continues to writhe under Chen's firm thrusts, legs tightening around the wrestler as his thighs quiver, cock pulsing and throbbing, chest bouncing with each penetration. Chen presses his hands down on his tits as he pounds into him with a burst of rapid thrusts. When he finishes, Chen leans back and pinches Cross's pecs, which only drive the bottom wilder. It's then that Chen can feel his orgasm building up, a coiled spring ready to explode. He holds back as long as he can before his orgasm is slamming into him. He comes inside Cross with a rough, hoarse cry. He fucks through it, the aftershocks ruining him a bit more. He looks back down and sees Cross coming again too, his seed splattering his abs and chest as he trembles underneath him.
Chen leans over, his hair dangling down in Cross's face. He doesn't even think and kisses him softly. Embarrassed, he pulls himself off of Cross, the pornstar still panting from all of their activity. Cross stands up, his body coated in sweat and cum, drops of Chen's load oozing out of his hole. He knows he has Chen exactly where he wants him, the kiss confirmed it. He doesn't say anything while he gathers his gear and then just leaves, heading back to the locker room, knowing that after that Chen will won't be able to take his eyes off of him, longing after him. Oh the taste of sweet, sweet revenge.
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