“You have my word.But speaking of promises, someone had mentioned abs and desserts.”Aditya gives a coy smile.
I scoot over and pull him out of his chair.“Can the dishes wait?”
“Umm, let's dump them in the sink.”He gathers the used dishes and hurries to the open kitchen.I carry the bowls and casserole back.Once my hands are free, I cage him against the counter.“Ready for your dessert?”
Aditya places his hands around my shoulders and pulls himself up to kiss me, running his tongue on my lips.I open my mouth to let him in.His evening stubble provides a rough, sensual contrast to the soft, wet lips and duelling tongues.He wraps his legs around my waist as he deepens our kiss.
I carry him to the bedroom as he hangs with his arms around my neck, legs wrapped around my waist, and our mouths fused.We fall on the bed, twining our bodies in a web of hands and legs.
“I want you, Addy,” I mumble while sucking his neck’s exposed soft skin.
He shivers in my arms.“Too many clothes.”
We break free and, in seconds, claw each other's clothes off.Buttons fly, shorts, shirts, and briefs land somewhere.The godawful tight jeans take a miserable amount of time.
“Sorry about the shirt,” Aditya gazes at me, his finger tracing a path in a line from my chest to my belly button.
He is so adorable.I want to nip and lick him off the bed.“This is worth more than any shirt.”I run my hand from his shoulders to his thigh.
He squirms away.“This will not be worth much in a few months when you find a young, sexy guy hitting on you in a pub in Delhi or Mumbai.”
I pull Aditya and plaster myself over him.“What if I want a sizzling older man with a round, plump peach of an ass to bite, thick curly hair on his chest to nuzzle, and enough soft skin on his sides to knead like dough?”
I follow up my statements with real action, which revs his engines.He starts moaning and drives me crazy.Kissing my way up, I align our waists and press my hardness against his stiff cock.He moans and digs his fingers into my back.
“Does this clear your doubts?”I move my hand between us and squeeze our cocks together.
“Mmmhh!Jimmy, make me.Yours,” he sputters between panting breaths.
Thank God.I have waited long for this moment.He wanted to go slow, so I never pressured him during our intimate moments, satisfying our carnal needs with frotting and blowjobs; afraid to ask for more.I am more seasoned on gay dynamics in bed, at least by a few hook-ups over the last two years.After my own experience, I do not want to hurt him.“Addy, are you sure?”
“Yes, I am ready.I want you.”Aditya is vocal and desperate.His vocabulary and eloquence usually dry up when we are naked, but not tonight.I hope he means what he is asking.His plea answers my question.“Jimmy, the second drawer.Lube and condom.”He points me to the cupboard on the wall.
“Ah.My naughty man.”I tease him while rubbing his nipples between my thumb and index fingers.He squeezes his eyes shut.Lips parted, mumbled words as if chanting a prayer.His chest rising and falling with each breath.So adorable and shy.So sexy.
“What do you want, Addy?”I whisper.
“You.Inside.Now.”He stutters a plea.
I rush to find the supplies.The anticipation makes me hot, but preparing him is important.“Ready?”
Instead of answering me, he pulls me over him, kissing me hard.He takes my lower lip between his teeth and whimpers as my slick, lubed finger pushes inside.The kissing session turns into frantic moans as I add a second and a third.Gosh, he is so tight.“Relax, Addy.”
“Jimmy, now.Fuck me, please.”He arches his back as my knuckle hits his prostate.
I pour lube on my condom-covered cock and line the head against his hole.“Breathe, babe.Breathe for me.”The resistance gives way as he takes deep breaths.I stay still, allowing him to adjust, but he pushes his hips against me.
“Mmmh!Addy, you are so tight and hot.”My entire length is inside him, splitting him apart, but our connected bodies stitch my world together.
My Addy lies below me, sweating, panting, licking his lips.I lower my head and swallow his moans while thrusting inside him.Yes,my Addy.He is mine, and I am his as long as he will have me.
My thick fingers stroking his cock make him hum and shudder, culminating in a series of moans.His breath hitches when I lick and bite his nipples.Each time his eyes roll back, I pull him from the edge by kissing my way around his soft chest covered in hairy fuzz.
When he squeezes his ass, I know he is ready for me.Locking our lips together, I thrust into him, setting a steady rhythm.With each thrust, I find our bond deepening and my arousal rocketing.Aditya’s fingers scrape my back, digging into the muscles.We gaze into each other's eyes with what I pray is love.At least for me.Yes, if not already, I am falling for him.
Twisting a finger around a wavy tuft of hair hanging by Addy's temple, I kiss him hard before increasing my pace.Grunts and moans fill the room before we come together to the most melodious words I will ever hear.
“Jimmy.Jimmy.YES.JIMMY!”
