[Sam260]

Aryin enjoyed the little wrestling act, their bodies slipping and sliding as they tussled around in the large bed; neither one man making contact with the other side as they fought for control of who would be on top - Aryin, of course, the sneaky little punk, managed to win out by kissing Larry into a state of submission.

Aryin captured the moan in his own mouth when Larry finally made that all encouraging sound; it only spurred him on, really, to do more, to pleasure Larry in a way he had never been so before.  Aryin latched onto the soft, sweaty skin of his soon-to-be lover's body, letting soft, sucking bites and kisses slip down his jawline and throat, he lapped greedily at the sweat pooling in Larry's clavicle, nipping each protruding bone and then sucking on them to leave perfectly circular purple blood-marks behind.

Aryin's lips continued a downward trail, sucking on Larry's left nipple, while his freehand - the one not still occupied with Larry's scrotum and perineum - started twisting and tugging lightly at the right nipple.  Aryin bit down gently and looked up at Larry, releasing the nip he smiled "Enjoying yourself, so far?"