good. Sonny started rocking, his hard cock prodding MJ's hip.
"Good to know." MJ pushed right back against him, giving him some good friction. Oh, hell, yes. That made him give up entirely on the tickling and the fighting for the chocolate. He rubbed, his hips rolling, and licked at MJ's chin where more of the sticky, melted sweet had landed.
MJ's chin lifted up and he got a sweet little sound, raw and rough and real. One hand landed on his hip, moving him nice and quick.
He let go of MJ's hand and reached down to cup MJ's ass, having to squeeze to get between it and the wall. He was finally holding one hard-muscled cheek, though, moving MJ along with him, biting down on the skin of MJ's throat. Listen to that pretty noise. MJ just moved like heaven against him, rubbing away with that hard prick.
He really wanted to feel it again, but that would mean he had to move, and he wasn't ready to do that yet. He'd been weaving fantasies about the ass he had a hold of and that lower lip tasted good, but he wasn't kissing. No sir. Not at all.
Those bright blue eyes weren't shy at all, just looking right into him, hotter than the hinges of hell. "Good chocolate."
"Hell, yes." The best. Sonny crawled up MJ's body a little, his leg half wrapping around one hip as far as it would go. He needed, yeah, there. That pressure, the kind that made his balls draw up.
"Uhn." That made those pretty eyes roll, MJ rippling beneath him a little, ass like a rock in his hand. His bottom lip got caught between sharp teeth and tugged a little, pulled. Damn.
Sonny grunted, hummed, needing it like he hadn't in, well, it had been a while since he and Woody'd broke up, hadn't it? Panting, Sonny tried to get closer, tried to crawl inside.
MJ's hand slipped down, tugging a little at his shorts, then tugging harder, the man hunting skin. Oh, yeah. That worked fine.
He gave it up, sucking in his belly so MJ could get inside, get to touching him like he needed to be touched. Not to be outdone, Sonny started working at the waistband of MJ's pants, trying to get to the butt underneath.
MJ's teeth found his collarbone, scraped sharp enough to make him grunt. One hand fished out his prick, started rubbing and pulling at him, good and hard. His eyes tried to roll back in his head. Fuck, so much better than his own hand. Sonny got a handful of ass, squeezing, just murmuring at how hot MJ's skin was.
That man just hummed away, sweet and low and deep and vibrating against his skin. His prick was worked hard, thumb on the tip making his toes curl. Which was actually kinda dangerous, considering that he only had one foot on the floor.
Sonny chuckled, rocked, his breath on MJ's mouth, a second away from giving in and taking a big, sloppy kiss. Which was when MJ saved him from himself by scraping one fingernail over his slit, making him jerk and shout, making him shoot so hard that he probably covered MJ's whole belly with his come.
MJ groaned a little, eyes closed, hand sliding away, forcing the zipper of his own shorts down to start working that cock, ass rocking against the wall. One hand firmly on that fine ass, Sonny used the other to reach for MJ's cock, giving the man something to fuck, something to really push against.
"Mmmhmm..." The son of a bitch was hot as a firecracker, entire body into humping his hand. Liquid sex dripped on down, easing the way, slicking his palm up. Hooboy.
He wanted that. Made his fucking mouth water harder than the chocolate had. Sonny just shook his head, sweat dripping into his eyes as he pulled and pulled.
"Come on, man," he said. "Come on."
"Oh, sweet fuck." MJ's head slammed back, throat working as heat sprayed over his hand. Fuck, yeah. Just like that.
God, that was pretty. Sonny licked a bead of sweat from MJ's cheek, right beside that chocolate- sweet mouth. "Goddamn."
"Uh-huh." MJ nodded, tongue slipping out to wet those lips.
Sonny stared, his own mouth suddenly dry. Lord, the things that mouth made him think. He
"Good to know." MJ pushed right back against him, giving him some good friction. Oh, hell, yes. That made him give up entirely on the tickling and the fighting for the chocolate. He rubbed, his hips rolling, and licked at MJ's chin where more of the sticky, melted sweet had landed.
MJ's chin lifted up and he got a sweet little sound, raw and rough and real. One hand landed on his hip, moving him nice and quick.
He let go of MJ's hand and reached down to cup MJ's ass, having to squeeze to get between it and the wall. He was finally holding one hard-muscled cheek, though, moving MJ along with him, biting down on the skin of MJ's throat. Listen to that pretty noise. MJ just moved like heaven against him, rubbing away with that hard prick.
He really wanted to feel it again, but that would mean he had to move, and he wasn't ready to do that yet. He'd been weaving fantasies about the ass he had a hold of and that lower lip tasted good, but he wasn't kissing. No sir. Not at all.
Those bright blue eyes weren't shy at all, just looking right into him, hotter than the hinges of hell. "Good chocolate."
"Hell, yes." The best. Sonny crawled up MJ's body a little, his leg half wrapping around one hip as far as it would go. He needed, yeah, there. That pressure, the kind that made his balls draw up.
"Uhn." That made those pretty eyes roll, MJ rippling beneath him a little, ass like a rock in his hand. His bottom lip got caught between sharp teeth and tugged a little, pulled. Damn.
Sonny grunted, hummed, needing it like he hadn't in, well, it had been a while since he and Woody'd broke up, hadn't it? Panting, Sonny tried to get closer, tried to crawl inside.
MJ's hand slipped down, tugging a little at his shorts, then tugging harder, the man hunting skin. Oh, yeah. That worked fine.
He gave it up, sucking in his belly so MJ could get inside, get to touching him like he needed to be touched. Not to be outdone, Sonny started working at the waistband of MJ's pants, trying to get to the butt underneath.
MJ's teeth found his collarbone, scraped sharp enough to make him grunt. One hand fished out his prick, started rubbing and pulling at him, good and hard. His eyes tried to roll back in his head. Fuck, so much better than his own hand. Sonny got a handful of ass, squeezing, just murmuring at how hot MJ's skin was.
That man just hummed away, sweet and low and deep and vibrating against his skin. His prick was worked hard, thumb on the tip making his toes curl. Which was actually kinda dangerous, considering that he only had one foot on the floor.
Sonny chuckled, rocked, his breath on MJ's mouth, a second away from giving in and taking a big, sloppy kiss. Which was when MJ saved him from himself by scraping one fingernail over his slit, making him jerk and shout, making him shoot so hard that he probably covered MJ's whole belly with his come.
MJ groaned a little, eyes closed, hand sliding away, forcing the zipper of his own shorts down to start working that cock, ass rocking against the wall. One hand firmly on that fine ass, Sonny used the other to reach for MJ's cock, giving the man something to fuck, something to really push against.
"Mmmhmm..." The son of a bitch was hot as a firecracker, entire body into humping his hand. Liquid sex dripped on down, easing the way, slicking his palm up. Hooboy.
He wanted that. Made his fucking mouth water harder than the chocolate had. Sonny just shook his head, sweat dripping into his eyes as he pulled and pulled.
"Come on, man," he said. "Come on."
"Oh, sweet fuck." MJ's head slammed back, throat working as heat sprayed over his hand. Fuck, yeah. Just like that.
God, that was pretty. Sonny licked a bead of sweat from MJ's cheek, right beside that chocolate- sweet mouth. "Goddamn."
"Uh-huh." MJ nodded, tongue slipping out to wet those lips.
Sonny stared, his own mouth suddenly dry. Lord, the things that mouth made him think. He
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