would be like poking a sore all the time. No, no way, man,” I shook my head, then reached for him, both my hands diving into his stiff hair. I ran my fingers through the dark mass. “No way I ever fuck up what we have for someone else.”
“I’m good,” he said.
It was a lie. I could tell, but I didn’t know what to do or say, so I kept pushing my fingers through his hair until his bangs fell into his eyes. That was the look I craved.
“I am,” he added, then pushed up from his crouch. I buried my face against his stomach and linked my arms around his waist. “I’m good. This is bigger than what you and me want, Vic.” He started combing my short red hair with his fingers. “This kid will need us.”
“ I need you,” I grunted, then burrowed my nose deeper into his belly. “If I say I’ll think about it, will that do you for now?”
“Yeah, yeah, it will do for now.”
I pulled his shirt up his back until the front slid up enough to show me his navel. I nipped around his bellybutton, then speared the tiny indentation with my tongue. Dan’s grip on my head intensified as I lapped at his stomach.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Dan.”
I cupped his ass and squeezed hard. His hips flexed forward. My jaw brushed against his hard-on. It was me who moaned this time.
“I wonder why I put up with you, Kalinski,” he panted before moving his hands from my hair to my shoulders.
He pushed. I fell backward. Dan climbed over me. That made thinking harder.
“Not that. Say it. Say you want me back. Say you love me. Let me hear it, Dan, please.”
His leg settled between mine. I welcomed his weight on me as he played at being top man. Dan peppered kisses along my mouth and jaw line as he gyrated against me. Hard cock scrubbed hard cock. We had worked each other into a foamy froth when the words tumbled from him.
“I forgive you,” he whispered beside my ear.
My eyes closed for a moment, just long enough to let me savor hearing that. Then I rolled him onto his back. He went willingly, no fight or tussle, no attempts to wrestle me into submission. I covered his mouth with mine. The kiss was long, hot, wet and noisy. When we broke apart, it was for two things—air and clothing removal. Shoes, socks, pants and shirts flew in different directions. When we came back together, it was slick and fevered. I was all over him, desperate to get into him. Dan, it seemed, was just as desperate to have me inside him. He pulled on my cock with firm tugs as we plundered each other’s mouths.
“Fuck me,” he whimpered several moments later. He was on his back, his hair wet with sweat, his eyes glowing and his lips puffy. “Fuck me now, Vic,” he begged. As if I could ever deny him any request.
“We need lube,” I panted, then kissed him quick and hard. He whimpered something that sounded like “Damn it”. I smiled and lowered my head so that I could suck on his dark-brown nipple. The flat nubbin peaked against my tongue. Dan trembled under me, his body tight, tanned and perfect. “Don’t worry. We’ll get each other off, sweets.”
I slithered down his body, my hands touching as my mouth tasted. Dan spread his legs for me. My knees hit the carpet and I fell on him like a half-starved hyena. I deep throated his cock. He bucked wildly. I gagged a bit, then placed a firm hand to his stomach. His fingers wrapped tightly around my forearm. I jerked my wounded arm free.
“Sorry, Vic, sorry, it’s just… Oh God, use your teeth. Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
My hand cupped his balls. I rolled, bounced and squeezed as I suckled harder and harder. Dan heaved upward when he came. Tears formed in my eyes as he pumped in and out of my mouth. The thick, salty taste of him coating my tongue and throat made me moan with delight. Nothing tastes better than Dan Arou in your mouth does. His body convulsed. I pulled back from his prick. Spunk dribbled out of him. I fisted his pulsing prick and licked it like a freezer pop.
“Damn
“I’m good,” he said.
It was a lie. I could tell, but I didn’t know what to do or say, so I kept pushing my fingers through his hair until his bangs fell into his eyes. That was the look I craved.
“I am,” he added, then pushed up from his crouch. I buried my face against his stomach and linked my arms around his waist. “I’m good. This is bigger than what you and me want, Vic.” He started combing my short red hair with his fingers. “This kid will need us.”
“ I need you,” I grunted, then burrowed my nose deeper into his belly. “If I say I’ll think about it, will that do you for now?”
“Yeah, yeah, it will do for now.”
I pulled his shirt up his back until the front slid up enough to show me his navel. I nipped around his bellybutton, then speared the tiny indentation with my tongue. Dan’s grip on my head intensified as I lapped at his stomach.
“Tell me what I want to hear, Dan.”
I cupped his ass and squeezed hard. His hips flexed forward. My jaw brushed against his hard-on. It was me who moaned this time.
“I wonder why I put up with you, Kalinski,” he panted before moving his hands from my hair to my shoulders.
He pushed. I fell backward. Dan climbed over me. That made thinking harder.
“Not that. Say it. Say you want me back. Say you love me. Let me hear it, Dan, please.”
His leg settled between mine. I welcomed his weight on me as he played at being top man. Dan peppered kisses along my mouth and jaw line as he gyrated against me. Hard cock scrubbed hard cock. We had worked each other into a foamy froth when the words tumbled from him.
“I forgive you,” he whispered beside my ear.
My eyes closed for a moment, just long enough to let me savor hearing that. Then I rolled him onto his back. He went willingly, no fight or tussle, no attempts to wrestle me into submission. I covered his mouth with mine. The kiss was long, hot, wet and noisy. When we broke apart, it was for two things—air and clothing removal. Shoes, socks, pants and shirts flew in different directions. When we came back together, it was slick and fevered. I was all over him, desperate to get into him. Dan, it seemed, was just as desperate to have me inside him. He pulled on my cock with firm tugs as we plundered each other’s mouths.
“Fuck me,” he whimpered several moments later. He was on his back, his hair wet with sweat, his eyes glowing and his lips puffy. “Fuck me now, Vic,” he begged. As if I could ever deny him any request.
“We need lube,” I panted, then kissed him quick and hard. He whimpered something that sounded like “Damn it”. I smiled and lowered my head so that I could suck on his dark-brown nipple. The flat nubbin peaked against my tongue. Dan trembled under me, his body tight, tanned and perfect. “Don’t worry. We’ll get each other off, sweets.”
I slithered down his body, my hands touching as my mouth tasted. Dan spread his legs for me. My knees hit the carpet and I fell on him like a half-starved hyena. I deep throated his cock. He bucked wildly. I gagged a bit, then placed a firm hand to his stomach. His fingers wrapped tightly around my forearm. I jerked my wounded arm free.
“Sorry, Vic, sorry, it’s just… Oh God, use your teeth. Yeah. Fuck, yeah.”
My hand cupped his balls. I rolled, bounced and squeezed as I suckled harder and harder. Dan heaved upward when he came. Tears formed in my eyes as he pumped in and out of my mouth. The thick, salty taste of him coating my tongue and throat made me moan with delight. Nothing tastes better than Dan Arou in your mouth does. His body convulsed. I pulled back from his prick. Spunk dribbled out of him. I fisted his pulsing prick and licked it like a freezer pop.
“Damn
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