The Hard Way

“Thanks again, Mac, I really appreciate it.”

Thunderlane beckoned the massive earth pony through the door to the house, never once noticing how his brother perked up at the sight. Sparing a moment longer to check his mane in the hallway’s mirror, the pegasus ducked back into the living room and approached Rumble who was doing his best to look as sour as he had.

“C’mon, buddy, I’ll just feel better knowing there’s somepony here to keep ya company.” Taking a cursory look about--difficult as it was to break old habits--the stallion dove in and planted a sweet little kiss on Rumble’s lips. “Just go easy on him, ‘kay? I’m not sure if he… anyway.” Thunderlane straightened himself up, looking back at Mac who was now standing in the doorway to the living room. “I’ll be back later.”

Mouthing ‘thank you’ to Big Macintosh, Thunderlane trotted off out of the house and then took to the skies.

The colt and the stallion left there regarded each other for a moment. Big Macintosh took slow, measured steps into the room until he stood before the couch.

“So you and your brother…” A slight shift upwards in his tone towards the end of the sentence was the only change in the stallion’s demeanour.

“I thought I told you about that before,” Rumble groused, shifting over to one side to allow Macintosh to seat himself. “Anyway, it’s not all that different.”

The big red stallion took his place on the couch, leaning over towards Rumble with a growing grin. “Oh, Ah’ll wager he couldn’t plough you like Ah could,” Macintosh growled lustfully.

Rumble’s cheeks lit up and he suddenly looked off from Big Macintosh. It wasn’t the first time the stallion had made such a suggestion but Rumble had always had his doubts, given Mac’s size. Besides which, he’d restricted his time with the stallion to kissing and cuddling, sometimes getting a little heavier but never going too far; there were few opportunities that afforded Macintosh any real privacy.

But it never stopped him talking dirty and it always made a warm feeling well up in the colt.

“T-That’s only because I’m the one who-” Rumble cut himself off suddenly, realising his brother may not wish to have his own proclivities revealed so.

It drew a raised eyebrow from Macintosh, at least, who leaned over and whispered to the colt, “well then maybe Ah’d better see why he likes it so much.” He moved closer, then, until his lips brushed against Rumble’s ear. “My fields haven’t had a good ploughin’ in a long while.”

Macintosh watched with some amusement as Rumble crossed his hind legs yet his tail still flicked underneath him. He reached over, stroking a hoof against his grey chest and nibbled gently on a flicking ear, drawing a gasp from his partner.

“M-Mac! What if he h-has to come back!” A low moan escaped him at the sensation of Macintosh’s tongue rolling against the back of his ear.

“Hmm, seems like the most sensible thing to do would be ta ask him if he wants to join.”

Rumble shivered, considering what it might be like to lie sandwiched between the two stallions. Or to have both using their lips and tongues on his… A jolt of pleasure shot through him right at that thought, though in most part it could be owed to Macintosh having lowered his hoof down along the colt’s stomach and between his hind legs.

“Unless you’d rather keep it strictly between you an’ me.”

“Mac!” Rumble threw himself back against the couch, scrabbling to his hooves.

In another instant he had them reared back and pressed against Macintosh’s shoulders, pinning the stallion, however lightly, to the couch. Panting heavily, Rumble searched those green eyes for any sign of malice but, just as always, found none. Big Macintosh actually hurting him was an alien concept but the stallion could get a little… rough, all the same.

Another quivering wave of pleasure rippled through the colt as he felt Macintosh’s hooves encircle his waist.

“Ah’m right here, Rumble,” the large stallion quietly spoke, “somethin’ got ya all worked up?”

It was hard to think with those big hooves gently rubbing him. Hard to think past the desire to have them on his shoulders, holding him close against the stallion’s broad chest.

“Thunderlane…” No, might as well just say it. “We were… um, having some fun when he remembered he promised his friends to meet them.” Celestia, his member started to tingle just at the memory of Thunderlane buried between his thighs…

“Ah get it,” Macintosh rumbled, bringing his hooves down to stroke at Rumble’s thighs, “He got ya all hot and bothered so ya don’t mind me bein’ a little frisky.” Leaning in, Mac nuzzled at the colt’s cheek. “Ah’m feeling more than a little frisky, though.”

Struggling to catch his breath, Rumble shifted his hind legs about as they were being stroked. The stallion’s hind legs were so much bigger, his hips far more powerful and the thick cords of muscle were rock hard when he put his hooves on them. Mac was right, if he wanted to he could just brace himself against something and plough Rumble’s rump; the thought made his head swim.

“Oh yeah?” Rumble let out a shaky breath, moving in closer against the stallion. “Like how?”

“Somethin’ like this,” Macintosh quietly replied before closing the distance between them and roughly kissing the colt who felt his legs almost go out from under him.

Just rubbing his hooves on that chest was enough to make his cock droop out of its sheath and then bob up to half-hardness. Another throb of pleasure ran through him as Macintosh moved his own hooves around to Rumble’s behind, slowly parting the cheeks

Through the kiss Rumble whined, pushing his firm backside against Macintosh’s hooves. The big stallion had, more than once in the past, put those same hooves to work on other parts of his body with equal effect. Once they’d even parted his cheeks--just as they were now--for the stallion to run his tongue between.

“Mmph.” The stallion grunted, breaking the kiss. “We’re, uh, we’re both pretty worked up, huh?” Mac gave a hard pull on the colt’s behind, drawing a whimper from him. “You’re startin’ to sound like a little filly.”

“I’m not a filly,” Rumble weakly protested, feeling himself lean in harder against Macintosh.

A red hoof traced a line around Rumble’s waist until it came against his semi-erect cock and the colt gasped, bucking his hips against the touch.

“Oh Ah know you’re not,” Macintosh cooed, starting to gently stroke along the black and pink splotched member. “But Ah could make you my filly.”

One hoof remained on his rump, stroking up and down against the cleft and Rumble was torn between pressing back against it and leaning into the gentle stroking of his cock. The look of utter delight in Macintosh’s eyes only served to weaken his resolve.

“C’mon now, Ah wanna hear more a those cute little moans.”

This was all Thunderlane’s fault! If that big galoot hadn’t gotten him all worked up, Rumble would never have been worked up so much as to not resist Macintosh. Those sweet words made him tingle all over, though and where Thunderlane was always more than happy being under him, Big Macintosh… There was a pony fit to order him about.

Not that he had any intentions of giving in. It was alright making those sounds when his brother’s head was jammed between his thighs; at least then, Thunderlane would be grunting and moaning too but if he started now, Macintosh was like as not to think he was putty in those red hooves-

His thoughts cut short, Rumble’s mind immediately turned to the soft lips and strong tongue that pressed down on his neck and withers. In spite of trying to keep his mouth clamped tightly shut, Rumble couldn’t hold out; a set of teeth gently nibbled his neck and both hooves resumed kneading his rump. The treacherous pleasure that rippled through him forced a moan past the colt’s lips and Mac chuckled.

“Ah wonder if yer brother ever ever got that from you.”

“N-No… sometimes when I- AH!” Rumble latched his hooves onto the stallion, feeling himself being pulled about. A soft thump resounded from beneath him as Macintosh fell flat against the couch while holding Rumble against his broad chest.

“Well Ah’m not your brother, am Ah?” Whimpering at the insistent hooves on his rump, Rumble shook his head. “So how about you show me what he does for ya. Just so Ah’ll know in future.”

Already the thick, musky scent of the stallion filled his nostrils; Rumble could pick out the earthy tones to it, as well as a slight spiciness from his sweat. More than that, he could feel something bigger than he expected poking against his rump. Sure, he’d seen Mac’s sheath before but feeling it like this was such a different experience. The stallion was right there, he could be hard in an instant and just take him without a care…

But he had to be erect first. And that meant getting him more aroused; once again, Rumble’s thoughts turned to his previous activities with Thunderlane. That, of course, was why the stallion under him had such an easy job of getting him so worked up.

“Um.” Rumble stood on shaky legs, slowly walking himself backwards. “Usually, Thunderlane kinda plays with my… um, my…”

The colt couldn’t help trailing off, looking down at the fat testicles so close to his face now. How was it that everything about Macintosh looked so much bigger once he was right up against the stallion? He already practically towered over the colt but here, like this it was so much more real.

Still, he couldn’t help just reaching out with a hoof to test. Mac was motionless and his head back, far enough that Rumble couldn’t see what he was doing but he quickly shifted his attention back to the globes in front of him. It felt much like his own - smooth skin, a little give, the hard teste inside it… but it was so much larger. He sunk his hoof into it slowly, feeling the skin distend around it.

“Oooh,” Macintosh sighed, shifting his hind legs further apart as much as the couch would allow.

Another hoof joined his first and Rumble started to build up a slow motion of kneading the large testicles. Just above them, thick black flesh started to spill from Macintosh’s sheath and the colt nuzzled and kissed at it, making the stallion gasp and shudder. As the shaft expanded, Rumble ran his lips downwards, until he came to the balls his hooves were still working. There was no pause, no need to consider - he needed to taste these.

“Oh Celestia, that’s it,” Mac groaned, lowering a hoof to rest on Rumble’s head.

The rich muskiness was at its strongest on Rumble’s tongue, a slight tang from the stallion’s sweat accompanying it. Taking a little skin between his teeth, the colt sucked hard on it and was delighted when his partner flinched, pressing down harder on his head. But he needed more, needed to make this big guy moan like a big filly. To that end, Rumble slathered saliva across one of Macintosh’s balls, trailing his tongue in long licks before opening his mouth wide and sucking it in.

“Fuck!” The stallion’s voice sounded strained, his hind legs rolled forward as he shifted his hips and held the colt’s head tight in against himself. “Suck it!”

Rumble couldn’t help himself - a needy moan escaped him as he sunk in against the stallion, rubbing at the base of his cock for all he was worth. His tongue washed the organ,  coating it liberally in warm saliva and above him, Macintosh continued to twitch and shake. Maybe… Maybe if he just snaked a hoof under those balls, right between those two tempered cheeks, he could find that puckered little ring and tease the big stallion even further; thought turned to action in a heartbeat and, still sucking on his ball, Rumble stroked up from the stallion’s dock until he felt what he was looking for.

“H-Hey!” Macintosh suddenly pulled back, yanking his testicle from Rumble’s mouth with a wet pop. “Ah think you’re gettin’ a little… little too frisky!”

Grinning at his accomplishment, Rumble started to climb back onto his hooves.

“What’s wrong, Mac, can’t handle a li-... little… filly…” The colt trailed off, standing back up and coming face to face with the pillar of black flesh that jut from the stallion’s body.

The thing throbbed with veins along its length and the medial ring was thicker than any he’d ever seen before. Even his brother wasn’t close to this big! And there, glistening on the wide tip, was a drop of precum that begged to be licked clean from it. But Rumble couldn’t move himself, couldn’t think beyond the sight before him. His cheeks slowly reddened as he realised just what he’d gotten himself into.

“Ah reckon it’s you who can’t handle me.” Macintosh wiggled his hips and his cock swung from side to side, Rumble’s eyes never leaving it.

Without realising what he was doing, Rumble started to move in towards it until his nose came against the turgid member with a gentle bump. It was as hard as a bar of steel and smelled undeniably of maleness.  Another whimper came from the colt and he pressed his lips against a spot just above the medial ring, watching as the mighty organ throbbed.

“That’s it, sweetie, don’t be shy.”

Two hooves swept in against Rumble’s rump before he felt the stallion’s legs cross and those thick thighs press against him, pushing him closer to the stiff cock that begged his attention. Before him, the stallion’s abdomen and chest slowly rose and fell in even, measured breaths but Rumble was left panting, peering around Mac’s cock to see his shining green eyes and knowing smile.

“Show me what ya got.”

“Hey, I can do this just fine!” Rumble responded, some measure of irritation evident in his tone, “I just… I need to go slow.”

Starting at the base of the shaft, Rumble licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin. Mac grunted, smacking a hoof against the couch while struggling to hold his hips back from bucking. The thick black organ throbbed as the colt slowly licked and kissed his way up along it, pausing briefly to nibble at the medial ring. A smirk touched Rumble’s lips when he heard Macintosh moaning loudly, one of his hooves clearly tightly holding on to a cushion and then suddenly he realised why - a thick line of precum had run down the length of the shaft and pooled on the colt’s nose.

Excitement bubbling within him, Rumble eagerly lapped up along the stiff shaft, following the line of pre and keeping one eye open to be sure Mac saw exactly what he was doing. Over the bump of one vein, along the pulsing underside, right until he got to the wide tip of the stallion’s cock and then, with a flick of his tongue, he cast his head back and swallowed the load he’d picked up.

Resting his hooves on Mac’s thighs, Rumble finally had the height to look over the head of Mac’s member and stare the stallion down. Purple eyes met green and his partner could only look on in anticipation as the colt slowly lowered his head--a lock of his charcoal mane falling over his brow to tickle the sensitive skin of Mac’s penis--down to plant a delicate kiss against the tip of the aching cock beneath him.

“Ungh! Darnit, why didn’t ya do this before now?”

Rumble gave no answer, save to offer another kiss before licking the string of pre that followed after, clean from his lips. Mac was right, though; there were so many opportunities where they could have done this out in the orchard. Or the barn. Or Mac’s bedroom.

Lolling his tongue over the head of the stallion’s cock, Rumble watched those green eyes. Once or twice he winced, gently bucking his hips and the colt felt his lips part slightly under the pressure. The thing almost looked too big, though. But it looked so good, too and the way it throbbed in his hoof had Rumble wondering how it might feel in his mouth where he could make sure not a drop of his partner’s pre escaped.

“Rumble, sweetie, Ah… Ah need ya to open wide; real wide.”

Feeling a little indignant at Mac’s tone, Rumble ceased his licking and stared him down.

“You think I’ve never sucked one of these before?” But then he hadn’t, really. Nothing like this. One look down at the shaft had him fearing for his ability to take the monster but he’d try. Celestia knew he wasn’t about to let Mac get the upper hoof.

“Ah think you better show me.” Those words were followed immediately with a strong throb through the shaft.

Taking one last look at Mac, Rumble licked his lips and inhaled deeply. Stretching his mouth just over the head was a difficult task in itself; the colt rocked his head forward and back, struggling to fit the whole thing in but each time coming up a little short.

“Lemme help,” came a grunt from the stallion.

A shiver of fear ran through Rumble upon feeling the hoof on the back of his head but when it pushed down, his own cock twitched, loosening a dribble of pre onto the Mac’s balls. It still wasn’t enough, though, Rumble’s lips smushed against the wide head but didn’t allow it past them.

“Ohh, Celestia, c’mon sweetie, Ah need this somethin’ fierce.”

The two, working in tandem, managed it - Rumble slurped at the head of Mac’s cock, finally feeling it pop inside his mouth, forcing his jaws wide.

A stream of precum flooded the colt’s mouth and trickled down his throat while Mac let out lustful groan, bucking his hips. Another inch of his cock slid past Rumble’s lips, who did his best to lap at the intruding organ. A hoof disappeared down between his thighs, tugging at his own painfully erect cock; it was a fight not to just finish right there and then but he knew, better than Mac could know, that it would be a waste of semen that was better served inside the stallion.

“Mmph! Mmmm…” Rumble moaned, feeling Mac continuing to push down on the back of his head.

“Don’t even think about stoppin’, Rumble,” the stallion growled, grinning, “Ah’ve got a lotta love saved up for ya.”

“Glrk!” It was a shock to feel Mac’s hips thrust upwards roughly alongside a tug by his hoof and more of that thick cock slid by Rumble’s lips, pressing against the back of his throat.

He quickly realised this was the limit - already he was propping his hind legs on Mac’s thighs; short of the stallion physically holding him in the air there was no way any more of that meat was going inside him. So deciding to make the best of it, Rumble sucked as hard as he could, undulating his tongue against the underside of the stallion’s penis and delighting in the way it shot another thick gob of pre into the back of his throat.

Even better was the head the head of Mac’s cock was starting to flare out, filling his mouth completely. Rumble whimpered, flicking his tail about behind himself and feeling his anus start to wink. Bright Celestia but he wondered how his brother could ever get so excited as to do that but at this moment he understood.

The cock filling his mouth was more than a little insistent for attention though, drooling pre and twitching and throbbing at every touch of his tongue against it. And this was just the head! Already Macintosh was moaning like a wounded animal, desperately struggling to force more of his cock into Rumble.

“Oh… Oh fuck it; feel like Ah’m gonna pop.”

As much as the idea of drinking deep of his lover sounded like a good idea, Rumble couldn’t get the image from his mind of Mac standing over him, poised to breed him like a filly.Thunderlane always enjoyed it…

Thankfully, it was Macintosh who took the initiative and started pulling back. Rumble latched on to the thick cock, bracing himself against it and pulling back. Nostrils flaring as he took deep breaths, the widened head caught against his lips again and the two struggled to part. All the while the flow of pre from Mac never let up but only seemed to increase.

“Darnit, why’d ya have to be so tight!”

Sparing as stern a look as he could, the colt gave a hard tug and wrested himself off the organ. Precum spattered against his chin and onto Mac’s stomach as the two parted and Rumble hopped off his perch, gasping for breath.

“It’s not my fault you’re so big!” Bright Celestia, was he big… “Maybe if you tried lying on your side or something.”

“Naw, naw, the couch isn’t big enough.” Groaning, Macintosh pushed himself up on his hooves. “If Ah could put ya on the edge, maybe…” A grin formed on the stallion’s face and Rumble looked on in confusion as Mac shuffled back on the couch.

Confusion shifted to intrigue as Macintosh righted himself and his long, black member smacked against his stomach. It looked far more appropriate with him standing normally but not any less appealing. Getting the idea of what Mac was suggesting, Rumble swung around until his hind legs hung off the edge of the couch and waited for Mac to mount the back, presenting himself to be sucked.

“Sorry, sweetie, you’re the wrong way around.” A gentle red hoof reached out and took hold of Rumble’s withers, moving him down first onto his side and then around onto his back.

Lying that way, Rumble’s head hung slightly off the edge of the couch and more than before, the view of Mac’s cock was utterly alluring. His thighs rubbed together, cock still dribbling pre in anticipation as Mac stepped forward. The mighty organ poked against his lips as the stallion planted his hooves to either side of Rumble.

“Just like before, Ah’ll be takin’ charge.”  Mac shuddered, feeling the colt’s tongue flick out against the flared head of his cock. “Darn… Just need ta test this end first.”

Holding out his hooves to steady himself against the stallion’s thighs, Rumble watched as he lined himself up perfectly. Just as before, though, despite a few testing pokes, Macintosh was unable to simply slide his cock in. Rumble, despite holding his mouth open as wide as he could still couldn’t let it pass.

Grunting in frustration, Macintosh dug his hooves in against the couch and pushed onwards, straining against the colt’s lips. Rumble licked and slathered saliva and precum over the head as best he could but with Mac so flared it seemed nothing short of an impossible task.

“Ngh, Ah swear Ah can’t hold this in much longer!” The big stallion whickered, stomping his hooves in frustration.

The two ponies pushing against one another strained with their combined might and it was, at last, when Rumble forced his lips as far apart as he could and braced his hind legs against the couch’s back that he felt the black cock before him start to slip in. Not that it was by any means a simple matter; pre shot into the back of Rumble’s mouth and he wavered between swallowing and focusing on taking the stiff cock.

The latter easily won out, Rumble using the first small success to push on until the tip of Mac’s cock popped inside his mouth amidst a hearty groan from the stallion. Darn but every time he made one of those sounds it just made Rumble want to see what more he could draw from his lover. How many evenings in the orchard could he have been listening to all this?

But right now all that mattered was that Macintosh wasn’t stopping. In fact, he was pushing all the harder, now that he’d gotten started. A loud snort resounded above the colt, who could now only hold onto the powerful red thighs that bore down on him. He could feel every inch of that cock stretching his mouth, forcing his jaws to widen as more flesh ground past his lips.

Veins pulsated and throbbed as the head poked against the rear of his mouth just as before. This time, however, it didn’t stop there.

“Ah… Ah fuck, Ah was wrong! No filly could ever feel this good, sweetie…”

A long groan escaped the stallion as his legs went limp and they slid backwards, his body coming down and forcing more and more of his aching cock into Rumble’s mouth, past that and into his throat. That was something the colt hadn’t experienced before and it shocked him to feel the organ strain against him like that. A red hoof came up over his chest, lovingly rubbing at the bulge in his neck.

He could see the medial ring before his eyes, not quite at his lips but already he felt more full than he had any right to be. Yet still, Macintosh bore down on him and Rumble could easily spot the way the stallion’s thighs tightened up as he thrust forward. It was enough to make his eyes roll back in his head, such was the jolt of pleasure that ran through the colt. Cock spattering pre onto his stomach, Rumble was helpless to warn Mac of his arousal.

“Ngh! Just a little more!”

Hoping to help his lover on, Rumble moved his hooves from red thighs to black balls, kneading them hard. A strangled gasp came from Macintosh before his hips thrust downwards, forcing another inch past the colt’s lips and denying him breath.

Head forced against the edge of the couch, Rumble couldn’t budge; part of him wanted the stallion to blow his load right then and there but another part hoped he’d hold out. If this was how full it felt with Mac in his throat, how much more would it be on the other end?

If he was able to whimper, Rumble would have but instead he contented himself by giving a teasing rub to his cock that still ached for attention. He, more than Macintosh, had to hold out. The stallion had to see what he was missing out on.

“Alright… o-okay, Ah think th-that about does it.” Finally, at those words, Rumble felt Macintosh’s muscles tense up again but this time the stallion started pulling out.

The thick cock that filled his throat slowly receded, the flared head continuing to strain against his oesophagus. It made for an agonising pace, for Rumble who now keenly felt the need to breathe and Macintosh who fought his body every inch of the way not to release himself.

When enough flesh had been pulled out, Rumble sucked in as much air as he could through his nose, desperately filling his lungs. Hooves falling to either side, he allowed himself to relax for a moment.

“Now we’ll get to the real testin’.”

But it was still but a moment. With his cock still in the colt’s mouth, Macintosh drove forward with all the strength years working the farm afforded him - in one swift motion he’d buried himself as deeply as he previously had in Rumble’s throat. One smooth, if slow, motion that made his cock twitch with a pleasure that threatened to push him over the edge.

Rumble grabbed the couch and clung to it as tightly as he could. It felt like he was being pulled forward, with Mac still bucking his hips the way he did. And then again, the stallion pulled out as slow as before only to drive himself back in with as much might as he had. Each motion made Rumble tense up and twitch, lifting a hoof to stroke the turgid cock lodged in him.

It was in that way that Macintosh slowly picked up speed and strength. Leaning more and more on the couch’s edge, he pulled out less each time but bucked harder. Pressure rose in his balls the longer he went on and Rumble forgot about taking a ride on the stallion, content instead to drink as deeply as he could.

Each thrust sent another splash of pre down his throat and inched him forward towards his own orgasm; Mac grunting and groaning above him, as much as the rough fucking, was more arousing than it had any right to be.

Macintosh shifted his legs apart, lowering himself down and Rumble could only watch as the thrusts became more insistent and quicker. Each time that thick cock was lodged in his throat it almost felt like the head was ballooning out, making its passage harder but the tingling pulses of pleasure all that much more intense.

“Celestia… Hold on!”

Rumble watched as Mac straightened himself up--not pausing in his thrusting for a second--while making his thrusts longer and deeper. With the added height, the stallion was able to pull out more and thrust back in harder, letting gravity aid him. Rumble felt himself being rocked about with the force, mouth and throat bulging in their struggle to accommodate the invading organ.

And then there was the now continuous stream of salty, musky pre that slowly filled him. It did little to lube up his insides, saliva had already seen to that but little could’ve really made Mac’s fucking easier.

“Hngh… Rumble, sweetie, A-Ah’m gonna blow if ya don’t tell me ta stop!”

Just as well the stallion asked - Rumble desperately needed to breathe and it was the perfect opportunity to keep his lover from ending things a little too quickly. The colt gave a push at Macintosh’s thighs, indicating for him to pull out and it was only after a few more hard thrusts the the stallion started to slow down.

Once more, when he came to a stop he let his hind legs slide apart and his cock inch it’s way into Rumble’s throat. The colt felt it throb and feared the worst, still not being any way prepared for the sheer volume he knew his lover would have. Thankfully, though, the stallion only held himself there for a moment, shivering all the while, and breathed hot breathes over Rumble’s own all-too-sensitive cock.

“Rumble… mmph! Ah swear upon Celestia, Ah’ll let you ride me raw if ya want but Ah need to do that again.” Grunting and tensing up as he started to pull out, Macintosh suddenly paused. “Later.”

Rumble felt slightly light-headed, his vision clouding slightly before the cock in his throat was mercifully dislodged and he was free to suck in air again. As he expected, though, Mac was caught at his lips.

Both remaining motionless for a moment saw them through - the stallion’s cock, without the intense pleasure of before began to contract from its flared state to a point where Macintosh could yank it free and Rumble could gasp heavily, coughing up a few globs of precum.

“Alright… Alright… Ya passed that test but we’ve got one more.”

Rumble looked up for a moment, seeing the wicked gleam in Macintosh’s eyes but let his head fall back against the edge of the couch. Suddenly, Thunderlane having to leave for the evening didn’t feel like the awful prospect it had.