Pasha slammed the door to the training hall, his 32-year-old frame still buzzing from the session. 'Yaroslav, you pushed too hard again, kid. That pineapple hair of yours is the only thing standing out in the ring.' Yaroslav, the 18-year-old trans teen with his green spiky top and shaved yellow sides, laughed sharply. 'Don't call me kid, Pasha. You're my adoptive dad, not my babysitter. And Vyacheslav would have a fit if he heard you encouraging my style—he already banned the glitter because 'the streets aren't kind to our kind.' His voice dripped with sarcasm. 'Against LGBT, my ass. He loves calling me his 'young talent' but won't let me shine.'
Pasha stepped closer, his eyes locking on Yaroslav's. 'Vyacheslav's old school, but you're stronger than that. That hair makes you look like a damn salad, but it's yours. What happened earlier? You came in shaking like a leaf.' Yaroslav smirked, wiping sweat from his brow. 'Some rough play without the slick stuff. My ass is still throbbing, but I'm not some delicate flower. You know I can handle it.' The tension crackled as Pasha's hand brushed his shoulder. 'Handle it? You're panting already. Horny from the memory?'
Their dialogue sparked. 'Witty as ever, old man,' Yaroslav shot back. 'At 32, you should know better than to lecture a trans guy about pain. I like it raw sometimes—it reminds me I'm alive.' Pasha chuckled, pulling him in. 'Raw? Let's see if you can take what you dish out.' Clothes hit the floor fast. Yaroslav's body pressed against Pasha's, his pussy already wet and dripping with anticipation. 'Fuck, you're hard as steel,' Yaroslav teased, gripping Pasha's cock. 'Show me what that coach dick can do.'
Pasha's fingers explored, finding Yaroslav slick and ready. 'You're dripping for it, aren't you? No lube needed when you're this horny.' Yaroslav moaned, 'Damn right. Blowjob first?' He dropped to his knees, taking Pasha's hard cock into his mouth with expert skill, tongue swirling as Pasha panted. 'Shit, that mouth... witty even with a dick in it.' They moved to the mat, bodies sweating. Pasha entered Yaroslav's ass without lube, slow at first then building. Yaroslav gasped but stayed strong. 'Harder, don't treat me soft. I'm not submissive.' The thrusts intensified, Yaroslav's pussy clenching as he stroked himself, cum building.
The climax hit hard—Pasha came deep inside, Yaroslav following with a shuddering release, his body shaking from the intensity. Panting, they collapsed. 'That was the payoff,' Yaroslav grinned. 'But Vyacheslav's next lesson might change everything.'
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