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Authors: Qwillia Rain
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feel Vance set the tip of his erection against his anus and press forward.
Grimacing at the exquisite stretching sensation, Ben gripped the backs of his thighs and pulled, opening himself farther to Vance‟s penetration.
Unlike Ben‟s hammering assault, Vance took his time, easing past pulsing muscles until the damp curls at the base of his shaft teased the underside of Ben‟s sac. The heat and pressure of Vance‟s length stretching his channel had Ben‟s head thrashing against the pillows.
“Fuck, V, it feels good,” Ben assured him, biting back a plea for a fast, hard ass reaming.
Just as slowly as he‟d entered, Vance retreated, drawing a groan from Ben‟s lips. A protest he left unvoiced as Vance pressed forward again. The weight of Vance‟s body eased over his, squeezing Ben‟s aroused cock between their bellies. Callused hands urged Ben to wind his legs around Vance‟s waist as green eyes held Ben‟s gaze. Vance lowered his head.
“So good, Ben. You feel so good,” Vance breathed against his lips.
The look in his eyes held more than sexual need. Again Ben read grief and pain in his lover‟s gaze, but it was hidden away when Vance closed his eyelids and settled into a slow rocking motion. The friction of body against body, the rhythmic advance and retreat of Vance‟s shaft in Ben‟s rectum, the press and rub of skin and muscle against his rising cock, had Ben‟s heart doubling and then tripling its beat.
The threading of Vance‟s fingers in his hair sent a tingle through Ben. The brush of lips on lips then tongue on tongue increased his need for a faster coupling, but still Vance paced himself. Needing more, Ben squeezed the muscles in his ass, flexing 48
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around the solid mass of Vance‟s cock, caressing and teasing his length, encouraging him to move faster, harder, deeper.
Vance‟s teeth nipped Ben‟s bottom lip, making Ben grunt in protest and pull away, but only for a moment before he latched onto Vance‟s mouth and suckled his tongue like a child at its mother‟s breast. Smoothing his hands carefully over Vance‟s scarred back, Ben eased one hand between their bodies and caressed his nipple.
Coaxing the chocolate brown bud into prominence, Ben played with the nubbin, tugging and twisting until Vance pulled away from their kiss with a curse.
“You aren‟t in charge here, Murphy,” Vance growled.
Leaning forward, Ben nibbled on the crest he had teased to life. “Says who, Justiss? You?” Suckling the hardened nipple, he set his teeth around it and pulled again.
This time, Vance‟s cock pressed forward with a firm thrust, drawing a sigh from Ben‟s lips.
“You want it hard, Murphy?” Vance queried, his hand dipping to the leaking tip of Ben‟s penis where it was pressed between their bodies.
“Oh God, yes,” Ben assured him, arching into the firm clasp of Vance‟s hand.
“Tough shit. Suffer, Murphy. My turn. My rules. My pace,” Vance informed him, his mouth capturing Ben‟s in a possessive kiss.
And Ben did suffer. Through the slow advance and retreat, the soul-stealing kisses, and the torturous stroke of Vance‟s hand on his cock, Ben ached for release even as he laughed at the revenge Vance had chosen.
Near the end, even Vance seemed to have difficulty controlling his need. The pace of his thrusts increased. The grip of his hand in Ben‟s hair tightened. The pressure of his kiss grew punishing, mashing Ben‟s lips against his teeth until they were bruised from the inside. The heave and flex of his body over Ben‟s and the depth and force of his penetration had both of them gasping and arching against each other.
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Their eyes locked. For an instant, Ben glimpsed regret and fear in Vance‟s gaze before Vance threw his head back and shouted his completion, which triggered Ben‟s climax. Sated, Ben held Vance to him, caressing his back even as he paced his touch to coincide with the rhythm of his
Grimacing at the exquisite stretching sensation, Ben gripped the backs of his thighs and pulled, opening himself farther to Vance‟s penetration.
Unlike Ben‟s hammering assault, Vance took his time, easing past pulsing muscles until the damp curls at the base of his shaft teased the underside of Ben‟s sac. The heat and pressure of Vance‟s length stretching his channel had Ben‟s head thrashing against the pillows.
“Fuck, V, it feels good,” Ben assured him, biting back a plea for a fast, hard ass reaming.
Just as slowly as he‟d entered, Vance retreated, drawing a groan from Ben‟s lips. A protest he left unvoiced as Vance pressed forward again. The weight of Vance‟s body eased over his, squeezing Ben‟s aroused cock between their bellies. Callused hands urged Ben to wind his legs around Vance‟s waist as green eyes held Ben‟s gaze. Vance lowered his head.
“So good, Ben. You feel so good,” Vance breathed against his lips.
The look in his eyes held more than sexual need. Again Ben read grief and pain in his lover‟s gaze, but it was hidden away when Vance closed his eyelids and settled into a slow rocking motion. The friction of body against body, the rhythmic advance and retreat of Vance‟s shaft in Ben‟s rectum, the press and rub of skin and muscle against his rising cock, had Ben‟s heart doubling and then tripling its beat.
The threading of Vance‟s fingers in his hair sent a tingle through Ben. The brush of lips on lips then tongue on tongue increased his need for a faster coupling, but still Vance paced himself. Needing more, Ben squeezed the muscles in his ass, flexing 48
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around the solid mass of Vance‟s cock, caressing and teasing his length, encouraging him to move faster, harder, deeper.
Vance‟s teeth nipped Ben‟s bottom lip, making Ben grunt in protest and pull away, but only for a moment before he latched onto Vance‟s mouth and suckled his tongue like a child at its mother‟s breast. Smoothing his hands carefully over Vance‟s scarred back, Ben eased one hand between their bodies and caressed his nipple.
Coaxing the chocolate brown bud into prominence, Ben played with the nubbin, tugging and twisting until Vance pulled away from their kiss with a curse.
“You aren‟t in charge here, Murphy,” Vance growled.
Leaning forward, Ben nibbled on the crest he had teased to life. “Says who, Justiss? You?” Suckling the hardened nipple, he set his teeth around it and pulled again.
This time, Vance‟s cock pressed forward with a firm thrust, drawing a sigh from Ben‟s lips.
“You want it hard, Murphy?” Vance queried, his hand dipping to the leaking tip of Ben‟s penis where it was pressed between their bodies.
“Oh God, yes,” Ben assured him, arching into the firm clasp of Vance‟s hand.
“Tough shit. Suffer, Murphy. My turn. My rules. My pace,” Vance informed him, his mouth capturing Ben‟s in a possessive kiss.
And Ben did suffer. Through the slow advance and retreat, the soul-stealing kisses, and the torturous stroke of Vance‟s hand on his cock, Ben ached for release even as he laughed at the revenge Vance had chosen.
Near the end, even Vance seemed to have difficulty controlling his need. The pace of his thrusts increased. The grip of his hand in Ben‟s hair tightened. The pressure of his kiss grew punishing, mashing Ben‟s lips against his teeth until they were bruised from the inside. The heave and flex of his body over Ben‟s and the depth and force of his penetration had both of them gasping and arching against each other.
Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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Their eyes locked. For an instant, Ben glimpsed regret and fear in Vance‟s gaze before Vance threw his head back and shouted his completion, which triggered Ben‟s climax. Sated, Ben held Vance to him, caressing his back even as he paced his touch to coincide with the rhythm of his
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