11-23-2016, 09:36 PM
"Relax," Link murmured, his grip on Bryce's hands tightening, not threatening, just a presence. He bent to kiss him again, his warm, scotch-flavored tongue caressing the roof of Bryce's mouth with an unspoken expertise. Link may have been something of a grumbler when in social situations, but in bed, laying on top of another willing man, he was clearly a king.
He reluctantly let go of one of Bryce's hands so he could grasp their cocks together in a joint grip. He began stroking them together. He would need lube, soon, but the little bottle was lost in his jeans pocket somewhere on the floor.
He began to kiss his way down Bryce's jaw, to his neck. He sucked briefly on the point of his pulse before dragging his tongue across his collarbone.
"I know my way around a man's body." He raised up a little and tried to coax Bryce into parting his thighs. "Open up your legs a little. I don't want them to fall asleep while I'm laying on top of you." As if to add a little incentive to his gentle request, he reached down to stroke the underside of his balls, watching his face carefully for signs of pleasure.
When at last Fife's warm skin touched Samuel's, he cried out lustily. He'd always loved the feel of naked flesh pressed together, but never before like this. He'd never wanted one of his owners before, but now, he craved Samuel more than anything. He could feel his hole tightening and flexing with anticipation. Finally, he was going to be thoroughly fucked by someone he desired.
Looking down at the large man's body, so powerful, so very real, how own cock stood proud and straight, nudging against his own flat stomach, a drop of pre already glistening at the tip.
"Mmmm, Mr. Owens," he teased, parting his thighs wantonly while dragging his hands down the sides of Samuel's body, resting on his hips now. He licked his lips, desperate to taste that magnificent cock. He put that need into his eyes, kissing at Samuel's jaw pleadingly. "Please let me taste. Please, please, please, just a little."
He reluctantly let go of one of Bryce's hands so he could grasp their cocks together in a joint grip. He began stroking them together. He would need lube, soon, but the little bottle was lost in his jeans pocket somewhere on the floor.
He began to kiss his way down Bryce's jaw, to his neck. He sucked briefly on the point of his pulse before dragging his tongue across his collarbone.
"I know my way around a man's body." He raised up a little and tried to coax Bryce into parting his thighs. "Open up your legs a little. I don't want them to fall asleep while I'm laying on top of you." As if to add a little incentive to his gentle request, he reached down to stroke the underside of his balls, watching his face carefully for signs of pleasure.
When at last Fife's warm skin touched Samuel's, he cried out lustily. He'd always loved the feel of naked flesh pressed together, but never before like this. He'd never wanted one of his owners before, but now, he craved Samuel more than anything. He could feel his hole tightening and flexing with anticipation. Finally, he was going to be thoroughly fucked by someone he desired.
Looking down at the large man's body, so powerful, so very real, how own cock stood proud and straight, nudging against his own flat stomach, a drop of pre already glistening at the tip.
"Mmmm, Mr. Owens," he teased, parting his thighs wantonly while dragging his hands down the sides of Samuel's body, resting on his hips now. He licked his lips, desperate to taste that magnificent cock. He put that need into his eyes, kissing at Samuel's jaw pleadingly. "Please let me taste. Please, please, please, just a little."