“Oh, you sweet talker, you.” Warmth flooded Lucky, the words Bo’s way of saying they were on the same page, together for the long haul.
Yes, he wanted Bo to take him away, fuck him senseless for an entire weekend.
He’d return the favor.
Bo unknotted the tie from around Lucky’s neck and pulled one end. The silk slithered free of Lucky’s shirt. One side of his mouth lifting, Bo whispered, “For later,” and draped the material over his shoulder.
Oh? Lucky’s cock stiffened even more.
Bo unbuttoned Lucky’s shirt, and together they worked to remove each other’s remaining clothes.
Moonlight poured in from the windows, casting shadows and light over Bo’s body. All defined muscles and sleek build. Perfection.
Lucky ran his hand up Bo’s arms, hair prickling his fingers until the strands thinned to smooth skin on Bo’s upper arms and shoulders.
He leaned in, brushing his lips over Bo’s. “God, but I love you,” he said, cutting off any reply Bo might have made with a bruising, tongue on tongue conquest of Bo’s mouth.
The walls Lucky had once built around his heart lay in shambles at his feet along with discarded clothes.
He traced his lips along Bo’s jaw, now lightly rough with stubble.
Swaying from side to side brought his cock wonderful friction against Bo’s balls. With a firm push he sent Bo sprawling across the bed.
Lucky dropped to his knees, spreading Bo’s legs wide, exposing all the lovely places he planned to put his tongue. He sucked one ball into his mouth, then the other, and dropped lower, wringing moans from Bo with his tongue and his breath.
He wrapped a hand around Bo’s cock and stroked, matching the rhythm of his tongue and hand.
Bo cried out, arching off the bed, and dropped down again when Lucky retreated.
Again and again Lucky licked and sucked until Bo trembled, and each time stopped in time to keep Bo from tipping over the edge.
“Tease,” Bo grumbled, but he let out a whimper when Lucky tongued him again.
Lucky ached for release, or at least some friction, as he didn’t even touch himself, prolonging the torture. When he finally came, it’d be like Fourth of July and New Years’ all rolled into one.
He repositioned himself, cock hanging over Bo’s mouth and his on Bo’s hard length. Moist heat caressed his flesh, and then, oh, damn, Bo licked a swath up Lucky’s cock. Lightning flashed behind his closed eyelids and he drew in a breath.
His arms trembled and he nearly fell. He steadied himself, focusing on Bo to stave off his fast approaching orgasm.
The world spun, and when he glanced up, Bo hovered over him.
Lucky’s cock cried out for relief when Bo reached into the nightstand, extracted a tube, and wet two fingers with lube.
Bo’s fingers glistened in the low light and he stood, one foot on the floor and one on the bed, giving Lucky a show while he prepared himself.
“Aahh!” …Lucky moaned on an exhale. “You’re killing me.”
“La petite mort,” Bo replied.
Whatever the hell that meant. Especially when Bo climbed back onto the bed, positioned himself, and slid down Lucky’s cock with a hiss.
Lucky panted, the pleasure nearly too intense to bear. Bo squeezed Lucky’s cock, the smooth glide of his up and down motion bringing Lucky closer and closer to bliss.
Oh damn, oh damn. Just a little more…
Bo stopped.What the fuck. No! Don’t stop!
“Two can play your game.” Bo grinned down at him.
