Spencer licked at that murdered skin, and held Duncan tight, not wanting him to move, lose his warmth.
Duncan just kept his weight on his elbows, a bit scared he would crush him into that soft sofa. Feeling him breathe softly, his tongue dancing on his skin. He stroked Spencer’s face gently to get his eyes, get him out of his hiding. Meeting those dark eyes filled with a foreign light.
Duncan risked a smile. “We could… move to the bedroom?”
“You said something about dinner.”
“It’s just leftover pasta.”
Spencer smirked. “Order something for two.”
“I’m supposed to be alone here…”
Spencer grinned. “You’re a big man, muscles, and all, they won’t care if you eat for two… and let’s eat in the bedroom then.”
Duncan pushed himself up and sat. “Alright…”
Spencer stayed sprawled on the sofa in all his naked glory, their cum smeared on his abs, glistening in his dark pubic hair. “Can I stay for the night?”
Duncan glanced up from his phone. “Do you want to stay?”
Spencer grinned his beating heart away. “If we fuck…?”
“We’ll fuck.” Putting the phone down, he took Spencer’s foot in his hands, rolling his thumbs on his arch.
Spencer’s eyes went a bit wide but then that warmth rushed down his leg. He moaned, unable to hold back.
Duncan smiled, massaging his foot. “Feels good?” Biting off how he thought nobody had ever done this to Spencer, not unless he went to a massage parlour.
Spencer laughed it off. His tears which had lined up to spill like silly little fools. “Heels can be killers…” Trying to not even look at that man, his strong hands kneading his calf. He felt like floating after a while, floating when Duncan switched his foot, his leg.
He glanced at him. “You don’t tire?”
Duncan grinned, massaging those lean muscles. “No.”
“Perks of muscles.”
“And keeping to a task.”
“Oh, so this is a task?” Teasing a bit.
Duncan looked at him. “Not just a task… it’s something I wanted to do for you. You know, stuff you do because it feels good to the other?”
Spencer smiled, bitter. “Like I would know.”
“You wouldn’t, selfish little shit.” His eyes smiled.
Spencer almost let that mounting wrath through. Almost. But the way he’d said it, drenched in affection, made him stop. “Selfish little shit?”
Duncan put his leg down. “Sometimes…”
Spencer sat up to face him. “You may be right…” Going on his knees, he leant his hands against Duncan’s chest, pushing him back against the sofa’s back. “Does the selfish little shit deserve a kiss?”
“Maybe…” But Duncan let Spencer seals his lips, unable to resist.Soft, so soft…he pushed his hands in his silk locks, pulling him closer, opening wider. Moaning, both of them as Spencer climbed in his lap. Grinding.
Duncan broke it, his voice, barely there. “The food…”
“Is not here yet… we have time…” Kissing, letting Duncan’s hands glide on his hips, smiling into the kiss when he felt his grip tighten. Spencer cupped his face not to lose his mouth; to feel his jaw move, his fingers spread on his cheeks, his bones. Eating him up.
