It was not the best head Zeph had ever given. His head was still light, and it felt like his brain's commands to his body were just a few seconds out of sync, disrupted by the pleasure overload he'd just experienced. He certainly tried, though. Having a dick in his mouth felt good, tasted good. The musky tang of it shifted a little focus from his haywire sense of touch. His eyes drifted closed as he bobbed and sucked. There was some light scraping of teeth in the early stages, but focusing on the task at hand (mouth?) seemed to help him return to his senses. Before long at all he'd fallen into a steady, pleasurable rhythm, taking Drew to the hilt and then pulling back to put a little focus on his head every other second.
His eyes fluttered open after Drew's command, and he looked up from his knees. He pulled back, his mouth copiously wet with saliva, and then managed to get his feet beneath him. He pulled off his shirt, then struggled out of his pants, hopping deftly-but-still-comically on one foot to get the tight garment off his lower body. He peeled off his underwear naked, his dick bobbing in front of him. His pale, dancer's body was completely on display, and his bright blue eyes were drinking in the details of Drew's physique- particularly his wet, engorged cock. His gaze was pure lust.
Suddenly Drew had a hold of him, and the next thing he knew his bare back was on the desk. Drew maneuvered between his legs and then hiked them over his shoulders, and then he felt the fat head of Drew's dick against his hot, needy hole. He didn't want to be opened up. He didn't want foreplay. He barely wanted lube. He wanted Drew to split him open, make him scream, make him shoot. There was no thought given to a condom. Zeph was on PReP, but even if he wasn't, he wouldn't have questioned it. He didn't just want Drew's load in him- he needed it, more than he'd ever needed anything.
His mouth formed a wide, perfect "O" when Drew started pushing. He forgot everything he knew about taking dick for a few seconds until Drew's gentle words grounded him. Grabbing hold of the backs of his own thighs and pulling his legs toward his body in a display of flexibility worthy of a dancer, he gave himself to Drew. He focused on his hole and Drew'd dick until the rest of the world slipped away. He pushed against him just slightly with the muscles inside of him, creating just enough resistance to help Drew get deeper into his guts. "You're so big," he murmured. His eyes had closed again as his lover slowly worked himself all the way in.
Then it finally started. Drew had immobilized his hands. It actually hurt a little, but Zeph didn't care. Drew was fucking him, and it was better than the several times he'd imagined it happening while playing with toys. He felt himself give way to Drew's cock, felt it opening him up, and then with more and more frequency, felt it push into his prostate. "Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Ohmygod FUCK." He pressed his lips shut, but there was still a little moan from behind them every time Drew went all the way in. His eyes flew open, and he grinned a slutty little grin up at Drew. His dick had flagged slightly during the initial phases, when pain and concentration defined the process, but now it was hard again, and wet, jutting out, wavering slightly while Drew brutalized him.
Drew lifted him again, and this time they ended up on the ground. Zeph didn't need any urging to pick up where Drew had left off. He planted his feet and shifted forward into something of a squat. It was the sort of positioning that only usually happened in adult entertainment, but Zeph's powerful, well-trained legs were more than capable of pulling it off. He planted his hands on Drew's chest, thumbs and index fingers clamping down hard on his nipples, and then got to work. Judging from the determined, prurient look on his face, he planned to earn that load. Hinging at the hips, he began slamming his meaty ass down on Drew's cock, impaling himself over and over again. It was just as merciless as Drew's plowing had been just a half-minute before. His movements were perfection, lifting him just enough that Drew nearly popped out before dropping him down again. All the while, he squeezed and wriggled, wringing as much pleasure as he could out of Drew's cock- and imparting it equivalently.
He was sweating before long. He straightened up and then fell back, bracing himself with his hands on the ground to the sides of Drew's thighs, landing him in something of a backward bridge. His dick waved in obscene circles in time with his bucking hips, pointing toward the wall behind Drew. He didn't miss a stroke as he transitioned, but he did throw his head back and moan.
"Give me your load, fuck, please, shoot inside me daddy, FUCK! I'M GONNA- UNGH!"
It started before he finished the words. His slender dick twitched and then began to unload. Because of the angle, the first two shots went clear over Drew's head, but the third and fourth arced onto his chin and then his neck. He didn't stop riding Drew, even as he gasped and moaned and panted. It continued to seep from his dick, his movements flinging drops of it in every direction. He lost a bit of steam, as far as his gymnastic power-bottoming went, and Drew would probably get the sense that he was going to give out completely soon. There were little tremors in his limbs that carried throughout his whole naked body.