11-23-2016, 05:25 AM
Link couldn't express how good it felt to be driving again. He hadn't driven in ages, and it felt like freedom.
As expected, Bryce's penthouse was a masterpiece, but even more glorious than that was Bryce himself. He seemed to come alive. Sure, he was drunk, but he also seemed less inhibited. And Link could be a little rough with him, since Bryce was being plenty aggressive. He let his shirt be tossed aside, baring a gloriously toned chest, firm and strong, and decorated with an intricate tattoo over his heart.
He followed Bryce to the second floor, but didn't let him get far. He reached around him, hugged around his waist, and pressed his body against Bryce's back, enough for him to feel the steel erection he was sporting. "You're wearing too many clothes," he growled, reaching under Bryce's shirt to drag his fingers across his abs. He pressed even closer, his cock aligned with Bryce's backside. "I want to see every inch of you." He nipped his teeth at the crook of Bryce's neck before soothing over the playful nip with his tongue.
Fife let out a long sigh, standing beside Samuel now, so close that their arms were touching, staring into the closet. "I don't know who I really am yet, I guess. This is the first time I've had a chance to find out." He shrugged out of the jacket and hung it up with care, and then began unbuttoning the shirt underneath. He didn't bother hiding in the closet to do it, slowly disrobing right in front of Samuel.
"But I will find out," he reassured Samuel with a grin over one naked shoulder. "I'll find out what I want. It'll be awesome, and you'll be the first one I tell." He unbuttoned his fly, the pants hanging precariously on his hips, before he remembered himself and went back to Samuel. He took one of his hands, blushing and shifting awkwardly on his feet. "Look, I didn't really thank you for all this yet, and I wanna thank you. All this, I mean . . . shit, it's like I'm hallucinating or something. So I wanted to thank you. And I swear, I'll be an extra good boy, on my best behavior, just for you." And to make sure that Samuel never, ever returned him to the compound. The thought of being sent away, of Samuel finding some defect and sending him back, made his belly flip.
As expected, Bryce's penthouse was a masterpiece, but even more glorious than that was Bryce himself. He seemed to come alive. Sure, he was drunk, but he also seemed less inhibited. And Link could be a little rough with him, since Bryce was being plenty aggressive. He let his shirt be tossed aside, baring a gloriously toned chest, firm and strong, and decorated with an intricate tattoo over his heart.
He followed Bryce to the second floor, but didn't let him get far. He reached around him, hugged around his waist, and pressed his body against Bryce's back, enough for him to feel the steel erection he was sporting. "You're wearing too many clothes," he growled, reaching under Bryce's shirt to drag his fingers across his abs. He pressed even closer, his cock aligned with Bryce's backside. "I want to see every inch of you." He nipped his teeth at the crook of Bryce's neck before soothing over the playful nip with his tongue.
Fife let out a long sigh, standing beside Samuel now, so close that their arms were touching, staring into the closet. "I don't know who I really am yet, I guess. This is the first time I've had a chance to find out." He shrugged out of the jacket and hung it up with care, and then began unbuttoning the shirt underneath. He didn't bother hiding in the closet to do it, slowly disrobing right in front of Samuel.
"But I will find out," he reassured Samuel with a grin over one naked shoulder. "I'll find out what I want. It'll be awesome, and you'll be the first one I tell." He unbuttoned his fly, the pants hanging precariously on his hips, before he remembered himself and went back to Samuel. He took one of his hands, blushing and shifting awkwardly on his feet. "Look, I didn't really thank you for all this yet, and I wanna thank you. All this, I mean . . . shit, it's like I'm hallucinating or something. So I wanted to thank you. And I swear, I'll be an extra good boy, on my best behavior, just for you." And to make sure that Samuel never, ever returned him to the compound. The thought of being sent away, of Samuel finding some defect and sending him back, made his belly flip.