"There you go."I nip his ear."Let me make you feel good."I pinch his nipple, gently, and he undulates.I take it as permission and undo the button in his jeans.
He stills but doesn't break away.I make a soft sound near his ear and undo the zipper."You're so beautiful."
The wrong thing to say because he snorts and tenses a little.I bite his ear, not wanting any stupid thoughts to take form in his head, then I push my hand into his underwear and grab his cock.
The hot, hard length against my palm makes me groan, and I give him a careful stroke.His breath stutters, and I run my lips over the skin on his throat as I move my hand again.I sweep my thumb over the head, gathering some moisture, and inhale the scent of his arousal.Fuck, yeah.
I push down the elastic of his underwear to free him and make my motions easier.Peeking over his shoulder, I take in the flushed head of his cock as it pushes through my fist.
"Fuuuck, Simon.Look at that.So hot."
He grunts but doesn't look.His head is still resting on my shoulder, his eyes closed.It's perfect.He's perfect.
I stroke him more intently, note what makes him shiver, what makes his breath stutter.Before I knowwhat I'm doing, I'm rocking against him, my cock hard as steel, but I do my best to ignore it.
This isn't about me.
Though I'm selfishly enjoying it.I won't deny it.
Simon thrusts into my hold, and when a hand lands on my neck, I almost growl, but I manage to stop myself at the last second.He grips me more tightly, his hips moving in rhythm to my strokes, and while his groans and moans are low, they're coming more regularly.
"So fucking hot, Simon.I love your cock in my hand."
He makes a strangled sound, and I don't know if it's one of appreciation or embarrassment.It makes me grin."Could do this all day, every day.Feel you hot and hard against me.Smells so fucking good, I want to eat you.Lick you all over, bury my tongue inside you, swallow your pretty cock."
"Boris."
Yup, embarrassment.I chuckle and nip at him again.I can't keep my teeth away from him.I won't bite him, not yet, not today, but fuck I want to.
"Want to taste you, hear you moan as you come down my throat."
He shudders, and his cock swells in my hand.Like that, did he?I pinch his nipple and grind my hard cock against his ass.Standing in the middle of the kitchen doesn't give me the best leverage, but fuck, I think I could come from this.
It isn't about me, though.
I tighten my hold on him, jerking him faster.Precome is trickling down his length, and I salivate as I picture taking him in my mouth.
"Want you to fuck my mouth, want to feel you on my tongue when--" He grips my hair, turns his head, and cuts me off with a kiss.When I plunge my tongue into his mouth, he moans and writhes in my arms.
He digs the fingers of his other hand into my forearm, then his entire being trembles, his cock jerks in my hand, and he's spilling his release over my hand and the kitchen floor.
I stroke him through his climax, then I gentle my hold, and kiss him softly.
When he tries to pull away, I don't let him.I keep kissing him, stroking him to soothe tense muscles.
After a couple of seconds, he groans and melts against me.Yesss!I hold him tight and keep kissing him.
I turn him so we're chest to chest, but I don't stop kissing him.A minute or two later, he comes out of his post-climax haze.
"Fuck."He looks a little unsure when he meets my gaze."Do you want me to--" He gestures at my aching hard-on.
"Nope."I pull him in for another kiss, but a small frown forms between his brows.
"No?"
I grin and steal another kiss, then I whisper in his ear."I'm gonna clean up the mess I made here, then I'm gonna go to my place, and I'm gonna stroke myself to orgasm over and over again while replaying every sound you made while I had you in my arms.Every little jerk and tremble, the way you smell, the way you kiss, the way--"
His lips cover mine.It's only a quick kiss before he breaks away."You can't say shit like that."A blush is painting his cheeks, and I grin.
