Kota tried protesting, mouth opening to form the words
"Corey, wait — my dad just left, we can't —"
But he never got the chance.
Corey's lips crashed into his in a hot, messy kiss that swallowed every syllable, the femboy's tongue sliding deep and insistent, the small metal piercing in it rolling like a weird smooth ball through all the spit and warm meat.
The taste was sweet, almost candy-like from whatever gloss Corey wore, mixed with the faint salt of morning breath and the vanilla body spray that always clung to him.
Kota's hands shot up into the air, hovering awkwardly like he didn't know whether to push Corey away or pull him closer, fingers twitching in the cramped space of the van's passenger seat. The black van's messy interior pressed in around them, empty energy drink cans rattling on the floorboards, glossy femboy porn magazines crinkling under their shifting weight, the faint sticky residue of spilled Monster making the seat creak every time they moved.
Corey grabbed Kota's wrists without breaking the kiss, yanking both hands down and planting them firmly on his massive, plump ass.
The cheeks filled Kota's palms completely, soft and warm and heavy, the ripped jeans doing nothing to hide how the flesh spilled between his fingers.
Corey moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating through their tongues as he kept fucking Kota's tongue with deep, filthy strokes, the piercing clicking gently against Kota's teeth every time he swirled it.
The kiss grew wetter, sloppier, spit trailing down Kota's chin as Corey ground down harder on his lap, the heat of his body radiating through the thin fabric of Kota's cargo pants. Kota's fingers instinctively squeezed, kneading the soft globes, thumbs pressing into the deep cleft while Corey's tongue continued its relentless assault, the piercing rolling and teasing until Kota's head spun.
Eventually Corey pulled back with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting their lips for a second before snapping. He was breathing hard, eyes glassy, that cocky grin still plastered on his face as he rapidly yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it into the back seat among the cans.
"Wanna see those abs, cutie. Been thinking about them since I saw you in the elevator."
His hands moved fast, shoving Kota's hoodie and shirt up and off in one messy bundle, throwing them somewhere behind them. The cool air of the van hit Kota's bare chest, but Corey was already grinding again, hips rolling slow and deliberate, that massive ass rubbing right over the growing bulge in Kota's cargo pants.
"Mmm, not enough,"
Corey muttered, voice husky.
"I was supposed to go to the venue today,"
Corey panted between rolls of his hips, voice breaking into a soft moan as he felt Kota thicken under him.
"Check how much it costed since we got our first show tomorrow… but fuck that. Priorities."
He grinned wider, leaning in to nip at Kota's jaw while his ass kept moving, grinding harder, faster, the plump flesh clapping softly with every circle.
"Also forgot about getting to school on time. I'm fucking you for all your worth right now."
Twenty minutes of rapid kissing and grinding passed in a haze. Corey's mouth stayed glued to Kota's, tongues sliding wet and messy, the piercing clicking and rolling while his naked ass worked over the front of Kota's dick like he was trying to start a fire.
The friction built and built, Kota's cock swelling thicker and harder with every roll, the new size making the bulge obscene as it strained.
Corey kept moaning into the kiss, hands roaming over Kota's bare abs, nails dragging lightly down the defined lines while his hips never stopped.
"So fucking hard already… feel that? That's all for me."
Kota was rock hard now, the thick length throbbing painfully against the confines of his cargo pants, the head leaking steadily and making the material cling. Corey finally pulled back from the kiss, lips swollen and shiny, and reached down between them.
"Time to ride, cutie."
He sank down slowly at first, the tight ring stretching wide around the swollen head, a low, drawn-out moan spilling from his lips as he took the first few inches.
"Mmm… is your dick bigger? My ass is getting STRETCHED!" Corey gasped, eyes fluttering as he kept lowering himself, the thick shaft forcing its way deeper, the new size making his walls flutter and clench visibly around it.
Kota nodded, breath rough, voice strained.
"Yeah… for some reason it grew two days ago."
Corey let out a breathless laugh, the sound turning into another moan as he bottomed out, ass flush against Kota's hips, the full length buried inside him.
"That was a bloody good surprise."
He started bouncing then, slow at first, then faster, cheeks clapping loudly against Kota's thighs with every drop, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the messy van. His moans grew louder, shameless, the van rocking slightly on its suspension as he rode harder, hands braced on Kota's chest, nails digging in while his own cocklet leaked steadily onto Kota's abs.
The pressure built fast and heavy inside Kota, the new stamina making the edge drag out longer, but the tight heat and the way Corey's ass rippled around him eventually became too much.
Kota came hard, thick ropes flooding deep inside, overflowing instantly and leaking out around the stretched rim in warm, creamy trails that dripped down onto the seat.
Kota sighed, chest heaving, the release leaving him dizzy but still half-hard. "Okay… we still have time to get to school."
Corey chuckled low and filthy, still seated fully on Kota's cock, ass clenching around the pulsing length as he leaned in close, lips brushing Kota's ear. "I'm in love with this new cock… and you aren't going bloody anywhere."