Bryce nodded. He eased them down and back along the couch until Sage lay on it and Bryce could lean over him. He kissed Sage again, moved lower, kissing over his chin, throat and then back to Sage’s mouth to give him another deep kiss.
“Okay?” Bryce asked.
Sage’s fingers tightened on Bryce’s shoulder. “Okay.”
Bryce trailed another kiss lower, then looked up. “Stop?”
“No,” Sage said, quiet and sure. “Don’t stop.”
Bryce’s breath hitched. He smiled once and pressed his forehead to Sage’s for a moment. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I will.” Sage kissed Bryce, who moaned in response. “I don’t want you to stop.”
Bryce moved lower, kissing Sage’s skin. He reached his nipples, and paused, looking up at Sage, who watched, his eyeswide. He had his bottom lip between his teeth, and when Bryce licked over one of his nipples, Sage gasped. Bryce licked the nipple again, feeling the soft nub harden like a woman’s would. He blew on it, feeling Sage shudder beneath him.
“Bryce,” Sage moaned
Bryce lifted his head. “Too much?”
Sage shook his head. “No. Just…I’m here.”
“Me too,” Bryce said.
Bryce moved up and kissed Sage, hearing Sage’s soft moan as the kiss deepened. Bryce slowed the kiss and then moved back to Sage’s nipples and stared at them. He wanted to touch Sage, his dick hard in his jeans as he sucked one of Sage’s nipples. Sage arched up, his hands sliding over Bryce’s skin.
Bryce sat back and stared down at Sage, then reached out and pulled the zipper down on his jeans. He paused when he could see the thick, rigid outline of Sage’s dick. He glanced up at Sage, seeing his eyes focused on him, and he smiled as he ran the back of his fingers over Sage’s shaft.
Sage gasped and groaned, his hips lifting up. “Bryce…”
“Lift your hips.” Bryce grabbed Sage’s jeans and underwear, and when Sage lifted up, he pulled them down, revealing Sage’s cock. Bryce stopped, his eyes focused on Sage’s arousal. “Wow,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to. We can stop.”
“No, I want to. It’s just I never expected… I want this.” Bryce ran his fingers over the soft skin. “I want you.”
Bryce wrapped his fingers around Sage’s shaft, feeling the warm, silky soft skin. So like his own, but not. Sage was longer than he was but not as thick, and as Bryce slowly stroked, he watched the red head appear and then disappear.
“Bryce,” Sage murmured.
“Good?”
Sage swallowed and nodded. “Yeah, but tighter.”
Bryce tightened his grip on Sage’s cock. “Like this?”
Sage trembled, groaning harshly. “Yeah. Shit.”
Bryce continued to stroke Sage, watching his hand slide up and down and occasionally glancing up to see Sage biting his lip, his eyes closed. Bryce could smell him, all musky and male, and he licked his lips, then took a deep breath and licked over the head.
“Bryce!” Sage called his name. “You don’t have to…”
“I know,” Bryce murmured as he licked the head again. Warm and wet and soft, his tongue moved over, then around the glans before licking the slit. Swallowing, he whispered, “I think I like it.”
Sage’s hand found Bryce’s hair and held on, fingers tugging on the ends. Bryce closed his eyes for a second and breathed before taking the head into his mouth and sucking softly. Sage’s hips surged up, and Bryce leaned back, coughing slightly.
“Shit. Sorry,” Sage panted. “I’ll try not to move.”
“I like knowing I make you react that way, but I don’t think I’m ready to deep throat you.” Bryce licked over the head, then sucked it again, feeling the spongy flesh slide into his mouth. He slid his tongue around it as he tasted Sage. Different from a woman but Bryce found he liked it.
