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"Speech! Speech!" someone shouted from the crowd. Anthony blinked, the stadium lights bleaching the faces around him into blurs of color and noise. He opened his mouth—then closed it when nothing came. His coach clapped him on the back hard enough to knock the air out of him. "Kid, you just won gold. Say *something*."
The ribbon snapped with a sound like dry leaves crumbling. Anthony barely registered the medal hitting the ground before that voice—low, familiar, sandpaper-warm voice—cut through the stadium’s roar. "You still choke when it matters, huh?"
Miles stood three feet away, silver medal dangling carelessly from one hand, the other already reaching down to scoop up Anthony’s fallen gold. He didn’t toss it back. Just held it out, palm up, thumb brushing the edge like he was checking for teeth marks. Anthony’s stomach did something complicated. Last time Miles had looked at him like that, they’d been seventeen and stupid in the back of Miles’ pickup truck, the scent of chlorine still clinging to their skin from the pool.
The medal stayed suspended between them, Miles' fingers curled just tight enough that the gold caught the stadium lights in jagged flares. Anthony's hand hovered, knuckles brushing Miles' palm—too warm, always too warm—and suddenly he was seventeen again, pressed against truck-seat vinyl with Miles' teeth at his throat and the taste of chlorine heavy between their tongues.
"You always did forget how to breathe when I got my hands on you." Miles' voice was a low current under the crowd's roar, the words shaped around something that wasn't quite a smile. Anthony's pulse kicked sideways. Three years of carefully constructed indifference cracked open like thin ice under the weight of that tone, the one Miles only used when they were alone and stupid and—
Miles' breath hit the shell of Anthony's ear, warm and deliberate. "Bet you can't even string three words together without stammering," he murmured, voice rough with the kind of challenge that used to make Anthony's pulse race before meets. "Not when I'm watching". The words landed like a lit match in dry grass—deliberate, intimate, *familiar* in a way that sent heat crawling up Anthony's spine.
Anthony's fingers twitched, still hovering over the medal in Miles' palm. The stadium noise dimmed to a dull roar, narrowing to the space between their hands, the way Miles' thumb kept tracing lazy circles on the gold's engraved surface—like he was memorizing its ridges the way he'd once mapped the dip of Anthony's collarbone. Anthony snatched the medal back, their knuckles brushing, and felt Miles' quiet exhale against his cheek.
The chlorine smell hit Anthony first—sharp and chemical, cutting through the leftover adrenaline haze of the victory ceremony. Then Miles' fingers dug into his wrist, dragging him past the empty locker benches toward the shower stalls. Anthony's medal swung wildly, its weight slamming against his sternum with each stumble-step forward.
"Wait—" Anthony's protest died as Miles shoved him under the spray. Hot water sheeted down Anthony's shoulders, soaking his shirt transparent in seconds. Miles crowded him against the slick tiles, his mouth finding Anthony's with the same ruthless precision he'd once used to flip turn at the wall. Anthony gasped, his hands scrabbling at Miles' waistband—fingers slipping on wet fabric—as the water turned Miles' silver medal into a live wire against his chest.
Anthony's fingers caught in Miles' waistband just as the medal slid between their chests, the cold metal searing against overheated skin. Miles' mouth was already at his throat, teeth grazing the same spot he'd marked three years ago—like no time had passed at all. "Still hate losing to you," Miles murmured against his pulse, breath hitching when Anthony arched against him, their medals clinking together like some perverse toast.
Then Miles dropped to his knees, and Anthony barely had time to register the tile biting into his shoulder blades before Miles' mouth was on him—hot, wet, deliberate. The first swipe of his tongue punched a broken noise out of Anthony's throat, his fingers scrabbling at the slick shower wall as Miles hollowed his cheeks, taking him deeper with a hum that vibrated straight through Anthony's spine. He didn't remember closing his eyes, but the darkness behind his lids fractured into white when Miles sucked hard, the rhythm turning ruthless—no tease, no mercy, just the kind of practiced precision that had Anthony's thighs shaking.
The scalding water hit Anthony's back just as Miles pushed in deeper, the burn of it lost under the sharper heat of Miles filling him completely. Anthony's moan fractured against Miles' mouth—a rough, punched-out sound swallowed whole by Miles' captivating kiss, teeth catching his lower lip as their bodies locked together in the steam. Anthony realizing takes Miles' underwear down, stroking his dick while sucking the tip. Miles gasps " Damn!- " as he shot his load on Anthonys face. His semen trickling down his chizled face.
His dick so turned on so hard Miles shoved two finger up Anthony's ass. Hitting his favorite spot again and again, each time Anthony gives a muffled moan. Soon Anthony climaxes and shoots out, Miles then shoved his dick in causing an erotic moan to come out of Anthony's mouth. Their medals pressed between their chests, cold metal branding heated skin with every ragged thrust, the engraved surfaces catching against each other with tiny metallic clicks that echoed louder than the shower's roar.
"Fuck," Miles gasped against Anthony's mouth, kissing hard, hands tightening on his hips hard enough to bruise—always too rough, always too much, just like Anthony remembered. "Still too good—" The rest dissolved into a groan as Anthony arched against him, fingers clawing at Miles' shoulders as the angle shifted, sending sparks up his spine. Miles didn't ease up, didn't slow down—just drove into him like he was trying to carve himself deeper under Anthony's skin than the chlorine ever had.
Anthony's muffled cry bounced off the shower tiles, swallowed by steam and the relentless slap of skin against skin. Miles had him bent over the bench now, fingers digging bruises into his hips, each thrust hitting that spot inside him with brutal precision. The medals swung wildly between them—gold and silver clinking like mocking applause—and Anthony could feel the cold metal press against his flushed skin every time Miles pulled back only to drive in deeper.
"Still—ah—still talk too much," Miles gritted out, his breath ragged against Anthony's shoulder as he angled himself impossibly deeper. His fingers twisted in Anthony's damp hair "So good-Ahck~!- Fuck you- ahhn~" yanking his head back just enough to growl against his ear, "Except when I'm fucking you. Then you just—*fuck*—take it."
Miles' grip tightened in Anthony's hair, forcing his head back further as he pulled out with a slick sound—only to shove himself between Anthony's lips without warning. Anthony's throat convulsed around the sudden intrusion, eyes watering as Miles groaned above him, fingers twisting tighter in damp strands. The taste of salt and chlorine flooded his tongue, thick and heady, before Miles' hips jerked forward with a ragged curse, cum spilling hot down Anthony's throat.
Anthony choked, swallowing reflexively as his own climax hit him—stripe after stripe painting the shower tiles in messy arcs, mixing with the steam-slick water swirling toward the drain. His knees nearly buckled, but Miles didn't let go, didn't let up, just dragged him back upright with a bruising grip on his hips. Anthony still dazed unexpectedly gets penetrated in deeper, going into somewhere he never even knew existed-his moan cutting through the heated air. They went to the backdoor Miles carrying Anthony with surprising ease towards the car out back-dick still deep inside, buldging out of Anthony's stomach.
He closes the door to his car with a resounding "clack"- his mouth getting close to the heated Anthony whispering, "I'm not done with you yet, I'm far from done.". He brings Anthony close and embraces him with his long slick tounge, dick rubbing against his prostate. Then his climax hit and flooded Anthony deep inside filling him up slowly, their ragged moans filling the car. Miles pulls out trying to gasp air- only to be abruptly sucked by Anthony's erotic face, his tounge reaching his tip down to the base. Miles' face contracting with pleasure " fuck! You're too-" before suddenly spraying another load in Anthony's mouth.
In a daze Miles moans, stroking his hard dick plump and ready to have heated sex. Anthony on the other hand gulps down hard- ready for what's coming next. They eyes lock and he gasps " Hold on! Wai- "Anthony gets a pleasant surprise- a dick twice the size from before gets shoved up his tight ass reaching the same place earlier deeper going to somewhere he never even knew existed-his loud gasp cutting through the stuffed air inside the car. Miles lost his mind, and started pounding him hard- his strong grip not loosening but tightening.
Anthony grips Miles face for a passionate kiss- tounges intertwined. As they have no plans of stopping- each thrust slightly shakes the car, As muffled moans can be heard outside. Anthony so red twitches nonstop to his lovers relentless pounding, moans and his stuttered speach fill the space getting more stuffy by the minute. Anthony passes out from all the erotic pleasure. Mustered up the courage to say " I love you Miles', don't stop~" Miles' realized he was out of it, and moved to the drivers seat with Anthony still on him. And his hard dick still inside, he wipes his face goes to his house.
There, he goes to the bedroom carrying Anthony, plotting him on the bed waking him up. "I got you here since you passed out earlier, thought I made it clear I wasn't done yet? I'm not stopping especially after that drama you said." Miles told Anthony while sitting on the side of the bed, " Oh yeah, here, have some water.". Anthony still dazed and half awake drinks the water- not knowing there was a n aphrodasiac in it. He got hard, fast. And Miles' was just smirking at him, he understood " you asshole!" Shouted Anthony. " Fine I'll make it up to you!" He said. "I'd like to see you try~" chuckled Miles at his cute face, Unknowingly getting as hard as before.
Anthony dragged him to the bed and plotted him down, and started stroking his dick, while fingering his own asshole. He sized up Miles' dick and exclaimed " how the fuck did your dick get so big?!"." That's cause you're so cute when try to get me hard with your amateur skills~" Miles retorted, clearly teasing him. He slowly placed his ass on his dick constantly moaning in the process. "Hey this is- ahhn~ - so fuckin' agonizin-" said Miles before ruthlessly shoving him down on his dick and groaning. " Lemme show you how it's done!" Miles exclaimed.
He bent down to Anthony's red little asshole frome all the fucking. And licked it, he sucked and sucked, while he kept touching his favorite spot. The spot that made him moan so hard that he climaxed in the matter on seconds, while tightly holding the white linen sheets. Miles wasn't done he continued for 8 minutes straight, by then Anthony was already half induced by such pleasure. He said " had fun yet? Huh Anthony~?" Miles teased, while Anthony angrily said " I'm not even that tired yet! I have better stamina in basketball than you do!", "oh really~, let's see you stand until morning?" Miles joked.
He flipped the tables and bit his ear before whispering " at least I'm better in bed~". Anthony so flustered tried to give a comeback, only to get his tits sucked. Moaning twitching and relentlessly Anthony tried to stop Miles' fingers from thrusting his asshole in futile. Getting sucked, and fucked was the best feeling from him, better than when they were seventeen. A large dick and long slick tounge were violating his ass and mouth. His legs long gave out before Miles hit his climax, Miles fucked in more styles than he could count, It went on for so long, until midnight.
Anthony couldn't even say a world without stuttering or hickups, his body filled with hickeys and his eyes watery with tears. It was already six hours since the awarding at 5pm. He was filled with so much semen, even Miles couldn't count how many times he climaxed. They were still on it with such high stamina eventually going until morning, before Anthony passed out again. That's when Miles took pity and finally stopped after 14 hours of long passionate heated sex. He kissed Anthony on the forehead before getting sleep himself after such an event.”
Art Style: Korean Digital
Color Mode: Full Color
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