now. Fan tast ic!) was still in need. Awesome!
Kit pulled back and said, “Can I?” and Jesse smirked at him.
“I thought you’d never ask!”
Kit kissed his way down Jesse’s body, feeling giddy as he suckled on a nipple and felt Jesse’s hands tighten in his hair. Oh God… his skin tasted so good. It was sort of honey colored, like his hair, and Kit wondered what he’d look like tan in the summer, Amy Lane
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and then he kissed his way to the vulnerable skin of Jesse’s stomach and nibbled, just to hear that throaty giggle that he’d heard Jesse make on occasion.
Jesse made the sound now, and Kit grinned up at him before turning his attention to the one part of a man’s body that all things seemed to center around.
Jesse was right—it was a little smaller than Kit’s, but it was gold with a flushed pink head, and the skin felt soft and tight against Kit’s hand. Kit squeezed and the head turned purple, and Jesse moaned a little and thrust up inside the cave of his fist.
The first slide of the thing between his lips felt awkward, even when he made sure his teeth were safely covered. He kept going, though, because the sound Jesse made was… sweet. Begging.
Cock-stiffening. Kit squeezed the base again and slurped down until his lips met his fist, and then he moved his fist to see how deep he could take it down his throat.
Almost all the way, he discovered, and Jesse groaned harshly and then gave Kit’s hair a little jerk until Kit pulled back.
“Just use your hand, okay?” Jesse panted when Kit had pulled off it and was meeting his eyes. Kit must have looked disappointed, because Jesse touched his cheek. “I haven’t been tested recently. Just to be safe, okay?”
Kit nodded. Even a thirty-year-old virgin had heard of HIV.
He propped his chin up on his arm and started stroking Jesse’s shaft, and then he sat up a little and switched arms, stroking with one hand and moving his other hand to explore a little. Jesse’s balls were hard (at the moment) and the skin around them was soft and covered with dark-brown fur. Jesse pulled his knees up and spread his thighs, and Kit looked at him, asking permission.
Amy Lane
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“Feel free,” Jesse grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as Kit thumbed the pre-come on the mushroom head of his cock.
“Explore at… oh God… will!”
Kit grinned, but Jesse didn’t see it; then he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth and sucked, slicking it up, because he’d read a little about this and wanted to see what would happen. Then he stroked again while he took that slick, naughty little digit and finger-walked it to the entrance of Jesse’s asshole.
Jesse keened, begging, and Kit grinned again. Oh God—in all his imaginings, he’d never imagined how much fun it would be to hear Jesse make those noises begging him to play with his body in carnal ways. He slid in one finger and wiggled it around, and Jesse clenched against him and thrust forward some more, and Kit was delighted enough to slide in two fingers and then grasp and squeeze and stroke some more.
“Oh Christ!” Jesse gasped. “Now!” His come was hot on Kit’s fist, and some of it was white and some of it was clear as it spattered across his stomach and his lean chest with its vulnerable ribs and the tiny mole up next to his right nipple. Kit longed to taste the fruits of orgasm, like Jesse had tasted his.
Jesse’s face was contorted without any self-consciousness at all.
He looked fierce and almost in pain, and then, as Kit kept pumping, he relaxed a little and reached out a hand to stop Kit’s pressure.
Kit pulled back and reached over the bed to where he’d dropped his towel on the floor. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and clean Jesse up, his movements patient and reverent, while Jesse watched him with wide, limpid eyes. When he was done he moved up next to Jesse and claimed that mouth again with so much tenderness
Kit pulled back and said, “Can I?” and Jesse smirked at him.
“I thought you’d never ask!”
Kit kissed his way down Jesse’s body, feeling giddy as he suckled on a nipple and felt Jesse’s hands tighten in his hair. Oh God… his skin tasted so good. It was sort of honey colored, like his hair, and Kit wondered what he’d look like tan in the summer, Amy Lane
Christmas With Danny Fit [61]
and then he kissed his way to the vulnerable skin of Jesse’s stomach and nibbled, just to hear that throaty giggle that he’d heard Jesse make on occasion.
Jesse made the sound now, and Kit grinned up at him before turning his attention to the one part of a man’s body that all things seemed to center around.
Jesse was right—it was a little smaller than Kit’s, but it was gold with a flushed pink head, and the skin felt soft and tight against Kit’s hand. Kit squeezed and the head turned purple, and Jesse moaned a little and thrust up inside the cave of his fist.
The first slide of the thing between his lips felt awkward, even when he made sure his teeth were safely covered. He kept going, though, because the sound Jesse made was… sweet. Begging.
Cock-stiffening. Kit squeezed the base again and slurped down until his lips met his fist, and then he moved his fist to see how deep he could take it down his throat.
Almost all the way, he discovered, and Jesse groaned harshly and then gave Kit’s hair a little jerk until Kit pulled back.
“Just use your hand, okay?” Jesse panted when Kit had pulled off it and was meeting his eyes. Kit must have looked disappointed, because Jesse touched his cheek. “I haven’t been tested recently. Just to be safe, okay?”
Kit nodded. Even a thirty-year-old virgin had heard of HIV.
He propped his chin up on his arm and started stroking Jesse’s shaft, and then he sat up a little and switched arms, stroking with one hand and moving his other hand to explore a little. Jesse’s balls were hard (at the moment) and the skin around them was soft and covered with dark-brown fur. Jesse pulled his knees up and spread his thighs, and Kit looked at him, asking permission.
Amy Lane
Christmas With Danny Fit [62]
“Feel free,” Jesse grunted, squeezing his eyes shut as Kit thumbed the pre-come on the mushroom head of his cock.
“Explore at… oh God… will!”
Kit grinned, but Jesse didn’t see it; then he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth and sucked, slicking it up, because he’d read a little about this and wanted to see what would happen. Then he stroked again while he took that slick, naughty little digit and finger-walked it to the entrance of Jesse’s asshole.
Jesse keened, begging, and Kit grinned again. Oh God—in all his imaginings, he’d never imagined how much fun it would be to hear Jesse make those noises begging him to play with his body in carnal ways. He slid in one finger and wiggled it around, and Jesse clenched against him and thrust forward some more, and Kit was delighted enough to slide in two fingers and then grasp and squeeze and stroke some more.
“Oh Christ!” Jesse gasped. “Now!” His come was hot on Kit’s fist, and some of it was white and some of it was clear as it spattered across his stomach and his lean chest with its vulnerable ribs and the tiny mole up next to his right nipple. Kit longed to taste the fruits of orgasm, like Jesse had tasted his.
Jesse’s face was contorted without any self-consciousness at all.
He looked fierce and almost in pain, and then, as Kit kept pumping, he relaxed a little and reached out a hand to stop Kit’s pressure.
Kit pulled back and reached over the bed to where he’d dropped his towel on the floor. He used the towel to wipe off his hands and clean Jesse up, his movements patient and reverent, while Jesse watched him with wide, limpid eyes. When he was done he moved up next to Jesse and claimed that mouth again with so much tenderness
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