“Uh-huh.Very.Don’t stop.”
Grinning, Charma continued, fingertips brushing Darcy’s nipples on their way by and making him moan.His cock was rock hard already, and they were barely even half naked.
As soon as his shirt was gone, they stepped back in together, chest against chest, their mouths meeting for more kisses.
Now this, he could do forever.Except he knew he was going to want more than the kisses and naked torsos and that was totally cool because they were both into it.
He could feel the heat of Charma’s cock against his own, even through his board shorts and the borrowed bermudas Charma was wearing.A part of him wanted to tear their pants off, but he was pretty sure he was going to come the minute the air or a hand hit his cock and he didn’t want this to be over yet.
So he made himself keep focusing on the kisses, and Charma seemed pretty happy to do that, too.Then he slid a hand between them and touched one of Charma’s nipples.A sound filled his mouth and Charma pushed closer, the encouragement to continue clear.He played with the little nub, loving the way it got hard under his fingertips.
He about died when Charma returned the favor.
His knees went weak, and he whimpered into their kisses.
Like a dam was broken, they were suddenly rubbing against each other, hands exploring madly, gliding over chest and belly, flicking at nipples.
Suddenly, the urge to draw off their shorts became a necessity because he was going to come even with them on.It was right there in his lower back, and he didn’t think he could hold it off any longer.He wasn’t sure why he’d thought he needed to in the first place, to be honest.Other than not wanting to still be wearing pants when it happened.
He moved from tugging at Charma’s nipples to tugging at the ties that held Charma’s borrowed shorts up.Charma was right there with him, pulling his shorts open.They’d barely both gotten their respective pants down below their hips when their cocks brushed each other and Darcy cried out, come shooting from him in long jets.Charma gasped and gave himself a tug before joining Darcy.
They clung to each other, breathing hard.
“Well, that was embarrassingly quick,” Darcy noted dryly when his breathing had evened out and he was starting to feel cold, as well as a bit ridiculous with his shorts and underwear having fallen down around his ankles.
Charma laughed again, that sound bright, but before Darcy could get his back up thinking Charma was laughing at him, said, “Only if it was just you—and it wasn’t.Besides, now we can actually get into bed and take our time.”
Darcy melted.Charma was the nicest guy he’d met in a really long time.
“You’re right.”He took a step back, or at least tried to, but the shorts he’d forgotten about were still wrapped around his ankles and he felt himself going backward.Windmilling his hands, he tried to keep it from happening.Lucky for him, Charma grabbed hold of his waist and pulled him forward so he was resting against Charma instead of falling on his ass.
Charma was giggling again, and Darcy told the little voice in his head who was about to natter on about embarrassing moments to fuck right off, then laughed with Charma.They leaned their foreheads together and just let it all out.And when the laughter faded, they kissed again.
“We should probably ditch the ankle restraints and get into bed before I manage to fall flat on my face,” Darcy suggested.
“Yeah.I’d hate to have to go to the ER and explain the broken noses.”
That cracked him up again, only this time he kicked his clothes the rest of the way off and climbed into bed before it turned into more kissing.
Charma cuddled in with Darcy, their legs tangling together, their cocks nestling in against each other like this was what they were made for.They were both still more hard than not, but the urgency had backed off now that they’d come, thank the goddess.Not that he hadn’t enjoyed coming, but he wanted to explore, to touch Darcy and learn the things that made him hot.He wanted it to last more than a few minutes.
Darcy pushed his hair off his face and cupped his cheeks, looking into his eyes.Really looking at him.It made him smile, and he stared right back, taking in the pretty brown eyes and the tousled hair.He ran his fingers through it, making the ends stand up, which had him chuckling.
“What?”Darcy asked, eyes rolling up like he was trying to see his own head.
“Your hair is unruly.”
“Oh.”Darcy reached up and attempted to flatten it, but Charma grabbed Darcy’s hand and shook his head.
“That wasn’t a complaint—I like it.Carefree and easy.”
“That’s me, carefree and easy.”Darcy’s cheeks colored.“That sounded bad.Although given that I just met you and we’re already in bed together post-orgasm, it’s probably accurate.But you made me.”
He gave Darcy a quick kiss because it felt like he needed one.“I like that you’re carefree and easy with me.I liked sitting and eating with you, and I liked kissing you, coming with you, and being here in your bed with you.”He didn’t see any reason to be coy or pretend otherwise.Life was too short for stupid games.And if someone thought less of you because you wanted to jump right into bed with them, well fuck them—only not in the nice sexy way.
“I’ve really liked doing all that with you, too.”
“Good.Now let’s show our appreciation of being with each other with less words and more actions,” he suggested.Because while he wasn’t against spending time with Darcy just talking and getting to know him, right now they were naked in bed together and he wanted to explorethat.
