11-23-2016, 06:16 AM
It was clear that Bryce was trying to gain upper ground, and that made sense. He seemed nervous. Link grinned down at Bryce's body, his pupils dilating at the sight of that gorgeous cock. He didn't have time to react, though. Bryce moved too quickly, and soon, had him pinned on the bed. On the bottom.
Link arched sharply, used his legs, and flipped their positions. Thankfully, they didn't roll off the large bed. He laid over Bryce's body, their cocks pressed together. Link took Bryce's hands, linking their fingers together, and pinning them to the bed on either side of his head. He swiveled his hips, cocks sliding together now, providing glorious friction.
"Your body's perfect," he growled, grinning down at Bryce as he continued canting his hips back and forth. He wanted to feel him, grope at him, take in every contour of his body, but he couldn't release Bryce's hands just yet. He was too much of a flight risk for now. "Have you ever been with a man, Bryce?" he asked in that honey and bourbon voice of his.
Fife shrugged, still studying the closet. "Well, good as in I won't break any of your stuff or throw tantrums in public. You know, like--"
He was cut off, startled when Samuel grabbed him. He gripped the larger man's arms to brace himself, gaping up into that handsome face. Was this seriously happening? He thought he'd been brought along only because Link insisted! That he was going to be a housekeeper! This was infinitely better!
He let his hands roam Samuel's body, enjoying the places he was firm, but also his slight belly. It all felt so natural.
"No, no real pleasure for me there. It was mostly them grunting away and trying to knock me up." He looked up at Samuel again, grinning. If Mr. Owens was willing to be honest, Fife would, too. "There's a lot inside me that wants to come out."
He met Samuel's mouth eagerly as they tumbled onto the bed. His hands gripped his shoulder blades as his lips worked against the other man's mouth, his tongue lightly tracing his bottom lip. Already, he was spreading his thighs, wiggling closer, trying to get as much contact as he could.
"Touch me," he groaned into Samuel's mouth. "Touch me everywhere."
Link arched sharply, used his legs, and flipped their positions. Thankfully, they didn't roll off the large bed. He laid over Bryce's body, their cocks pressed together. Link took Bryce's hands, linking their fingers together, and pinning them to the bed on either side of his head. He swiveled his hips, cocks sliding together now, providing glorious friction.
"Your body's perfect," he growled, grinning down at Bryce as he continued canting his hips back and forth. He wanted to feel him, grope at him, take in every contour of his body, but he couldn't release Bryce's hands just yet. He was too much of a flight risk for now. "Have you ever been with a man, Bryce?" he asked in that honey and bourbon voice of his.
Fife shrugged, still studying the closet. "Well, good as in I won't break any of your stuff or throw tantrums in public. You know, like--"
He was cut off, startled when Samuel grabbed him. He gripped the larger man's arms to brace himself, gaping up into that handsome face. Was this seriously happening? He thought he'd been brought along only because Link insisted! That he was going to be a housekeeper! This was infinitely better!
He let his hands roam Samuel's body, enjoying the places he was firm, but also his slight belly. It all felt so natural.
"No, no real pleasure for me there. It was mostly them grunting away and trying to knock me up." He looked up at Samuel again, grinning. If Mr. Owens was willing to be honest, Fife would, too. "There's a lot inside me that wants to come out."
He met Samuel's mouth eagerly as they tumbled onto the bed. His hands gripped his shoulder blades as his lips worked against the other man's mouth, his tongue lightly tracing his bottom lip. Already, he was spreading his thighs, wiggling closer, trying to get as much contact as he could.
"Touch me," he groaned into Samuel's mouth. "Touch me everywhere."