endlessly yours.

let me make it up to you~?

As the kiss deepened, Nick guided Charlie towards the bedroom, their movements becoming more urgent. They stumbled through the doorway, hands tearing at each other's clothing, desperate to be skin to skin.

Charlie's shirt was ripped off, revealing his sculpted torso, and Nick's greedy eyes feasted on the sight. He pushed Charlie onto the bed, following him down, their bodies tangling together in a heated embrace.

"I want you, Charlie," Nick growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you around me, taking me in."

Charlie's eyes gleamed with a mixture of passion and defiance. "Then take me, Nick. Show me how much you want me."
Nick's response was immediate.

He positioned himself between Charlie's legs, his hands gripping Charlie's thighs as he guided his hard cock to the entrance of his lover's body. With one swift thrust, he claimed Charlie, filling him in one delicious stroke.

Charlie arched his back, his mouth forming a perfect 'O' of pleasure and surprise.

"Oh fuck, Nick!" he cried out, his hands digging into Nick's shoulders, urging him deeper.

Nick began to move, his hips pumping in a relentless rhythm, each thrust eliciting a chorus of moans and gasps from Charlie. The bed creaked beneath their frenzied movements, the sound adding to the erotic symphony.

"You feel so tight, so fucking good,"Nick grunted, his breath hot against Charlie's ear. "I love making you mine, claiming every inch of you."

Charlie's body trembled as Nick's words washed over him, each thrust hitting that sweet spot deep within him. He wrapped his legs around Nick's waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of his lover's body.

"Harder, Nick," he begged, his voice raw with need. "Fuck me harder, make me forget everything but you."

Nick obliged, his movements becoming more aggressive, his hips slamming into Charlie's with abandon. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with their heated grunts and moans.

Charlie's eyes rolled back as he teetered on the edge of release. Nick's relentless assault on his prostate sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum, Nick!" he cried out, his body tensing.

Nick's hand shot down, grasping Charlie's erect cock, stroking in time with his thrusts. "Cum for me, baby. Let me feel it," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

Charlie's orgasm hit him like a freight train, his body convulsing as he shot his release across his stomach and Nick's hand.

Nick kept thrusting, his own climax building, until he too exploded, filling Charlie with his hot seed.

As their hearts raced and their bodies cooled, Nick collapsed onto the bed beside Charlie, both of them breathing heavily. The tension that had built up between them over the past day seemed to melt away, replaced by a deep sense of connection and understanding.

"That was..." Charlie began, his voice soft and breathless.

"Incredible," Nick finished, turning to face Charlie with a tender smile. "I love you, Charlie. And I'm sorry for everything."
Charlie smiled, reaching out to trace Nick's lips with his finger. "I love you too, Nick. And I think we've found a pretty amazing way to work through our issues."
Nick laughed, pulling Charlie into a tight embrace. "Angry sex might just be our new favorite thing. It's definitely a great way to communicate."

As they lay there, tangled in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. Their argument now felt like a distant memory, replaced by the intense passion and love they shared