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Authors: James Kipling
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Stanley leaned forward and with an aggressive kiss claimed his lips. The kiss was without finesse, just pure plundering and taking as much as he wanted, while he forced him to open his lips wide. His thigh was roughly pushed in between the pinned young man’s legs and grinded hard against his crotch.
And then, just before it could become too much, Stanley changed completely his behavior. The hands that were heavily keeping him pinned to the wall started to gently caress the bruised wrists, stopping carefully at the pulse point to listen to the change in pulse. The thigh that just a moment before was lifting his body above the ground, began to softly play and massage the tender place in the best possible way.
The kiss also changed, from a hard, bruising lip lock, it turned into slow, deliberate exploration of his mouth. Stanley lowered his hands down, bringing together with his the hands of the other man. The man gasped in shock after the unexpected change and allowed the tongue in his mouth to dive in deeper to stroke every part of his mouth.
Once again their bodies collide together, the hard planes of Stanley’s stomach awaking the man’s imagination and desire anew. Stanley finally released his lips, when they both needed to breath and launched to maul at his neck, leaving red bruises on his way .
“How is it going to work?” The other man breathed out the words, already out of breath just from been kissed like that.
Stanley stopped his sucking on his neck for a brief moment and spoke into his abused skin. “Don’t worry, if it is too much, just say it.”
Before the man could put two words together to reply, Stanley kissed for a last time his neck and sank down to his knees, his head right in front of his most private place. Everything became a blur with the first touch of lips on him. He was given no warning when he felt the hot breath of Stanley against him and the steady swipe of his tongue, as he licked him from root to tip. The man threw himself against the wall, when a hard shudder went through his body. Stanley whimpered against him, making it tremble from the unusual sensation.
The man moaned and looked down at him. His eyelashes were heavy with passion. Stanley was beautiful, so beautiful, the way he was drinking him empty, with his head thrown back, his bare chest visible under his open shirt, throat working, and eyes closed…
He closed his eyes again and let himself feel the slick tongue sliding in and out, deep, gentle, lulling…
Then Stanley stood up, dragging his body against his. Lydia stepped back, afraid not to be seen. Stanley pushed his hands through the man’s hair and stroked slowly his face, claiming his lips once again, this time gently and tuning down the passion. They were both losing it and he needed them to last.
The man pushed his cheekbone into Stanley’s palm, letting his fingers brush all over his face, while wrestling with his own impatience. Stanley let go of his kiss swollen lips and started licking from his navel to the hollow of his throat. The man’s cold, long fingers worked at the front of Stanley’s jeans, opening the zipper agonizingly slowly. Stanley twitched and twisted, impatient to get more, to feel more, but he simply stopped him with a hand on his chest and a stronger pull on his jeans.
The man’s body heat washed over Stanley when he leaned close and licked at his ear. He licked it by sliding his tongue around its insides, touching every hidden place there and yanking Stanley’s jeans open with his hands. Stanley grunted and struggled again, trying to get back the upper hand, but the sensations were too strong to fight. Finally, he found the strength to do something and used his two hands to rip his black button up shirt open. The sound of the ripping material and the flying buttons, hitting the concrete floor, echoed in the shadowy garden.
Lydia saw the man looking at him, surprised and Stanley used this to flip him over, now facing the wall. The
And then, just before it could become too much, Stanley changed completely his behavior. The hands that were heavily keeping him pinned to the wall started to gently caress the bruised wrists, stopping carefully at the pulse point to listen to the change in pulse. The thigh that just a moment before was lifting his body above the ground, began to softly play and massage the tender place in the best possible way.
The kiss also changed, from a hard, bruising lip lock, it turned into slow, deliberate exploration of his mouth. Stanley lowered his hands down, bringing together with his the hands of the other man. The man gasped in shock after the unexpected change and allowed the tongue in his mouth to dive in deeper to stroke every part of his mouth.
Once again their bodies collide together, the hard planes of Stanley’s stomach awaking the man’s imagination and desire anew. Stanley finally released his lips, when they both needed to breath and launched to maul at his neck, leaving red bruises on his way .
“How is it going to work?” The other man breathed out the words, already out of breath just from been kissed like that.
Stanley stopped his sucking on his neck for a brief moment and spoke into his abused skin. “Don’t worry, if it is too much, just say it.”
Before the man could put two words together to reply, Stanley kissed for a last time his neck and sank down to his knees, his head right in front of his most private place. Everything became a blur with the first touch of lips on him. He was given no warning when he felt the hot breath of Stanley against him and the steady swipe of his tongue, as he licked him from root to tip. The man threw himself against the wall, when a hard shudder went through his body. Stanley whimpered against him, making it tremble from the unusual sensation.
The man moaned and looked down at him. His eyelashes were heavy with passion. Stanley was beautiful, so beautiful, the way he was drinking him empty, with his head thrown back, his bare chest visible under his open shirt, throat working, and eyes closed…
He closed his eyes again and let himself feel the slick tongue sliding in and out, deep, gentle, lulling…
Then Stanley stood up, dragging his body against his. Lydia stepped back, afraid not to be seen. Stanley pushed his hands through the man’s hair and stroked slowly his face, claiming his lips once again, this time gently and tuning down the passion. They were both losing it and he needed them to last.
The man pushed his cheekbone into Stanley’s palm, letting his fingers brush all over his face, while wrestling with his own impatience. Stanley let go of his kiss swollen lips and started licking from his navel to the hollow of his throat. The man’s cold, long fingers worked at the front of Stanley’s jeans, opening the zipper agonizingly slowly. Stanley twitched and twisted, impatient to get more, to feel more, but he simply stopped him with a hand on his chest and a stronger pull on his jeans.
The man’s body heat washed over Stanley when he leaned close and licked at his ear. He licked it by sliding his tongue around its insides, touching every hidden place there and yanking Stanley’s jeans open with his hands. Stanley grunted and struggled again, trying to get back the upper hand, but the sensations were too strong to fight. Finally, he found the strength to do something and used his two hands to rip his black button up shirt open. The sound of the ripping material and the flying buttons, hitting the concrete floor, echoed in the shadowy garden.
Lydia saw the man looking at him, surprised and Stanley used this to flip him over, now facing the wall. The
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