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hoarsely. This hot, slick wetness made him orgasm almost instantly. It took only a few moves of Ira’s tongue and lips up and down his prick. His body was on fire and nothing mattered anymore, as he lay on the fresh bedding, sweaty and gasping for air. The mattress moved and he was swept into a welcoming embrace, hot, sticky lips seeking his own and large hands grabbing his round buttocks possessively. He could taste his own and Ira’s cum as they kissed slowly, gently. It felt like heaven.
    Behind the dirty windows it was about noon and sunshine poured into the room, making them forget that they were in a dangerous place. Both tired, they cuddled on the bed, touching and kissing...
    “I have never felt so good,” whispered James between one kiss and another. The burn on his face was like a mosquito bite in the face of what he was feeling now.
    “Yea?” Ira asked breathlessly, letting his hands wander. “I never had anyone like you before” he confessed.
    “You mean an almost undead, with burns on his face?” James laughed, even though he didn’t find it very funny himself. Dark eyes caught his gaze intently.
    “No, someone so clean and...” Ira trailed off, playing with his pubes languidly, “so different.”
    “I do like to be clean,” agreed James, trying not to smile too widely because of the pain in his jaw, which became stronger after the oral treatment he gave his partner.
    “Well, ya won’t be anymore once I’m through with ya” Ira laughed, biting his lip gently.
    “Cock juice isn’t ‘dirt’,” he said, looking at Ira with a sly smile.
    The older man’s breath hitched. “You’re nearest to ‘perfect’ of all them I knew,” he said, stroking his partner’s side gently.
    “So you better have burnt me into health,” James sighed, wrapping his arms around Ira’s neck once again. He loved how strong the other man was, with his firm shoulders and thighs.
    “Only if you let me fuck ya again” Ira laughed lowly.
    “I may just have to give my consent...” James smiled gently, and stroked his tattooed arm.
    “Do ya?” Ira kissed him again, his tense body shivering slightly.
    “I didn’t know men like you asked for permission...” said James and kissed him back. Strands of wet hair were stuck to his face.
    “I like my boys willin’n’ready” Ira confessed, playing with his locks.
    “Not such a rough man after all,” James laughed, kissing his jaw.
    “Oh yeah?” Ira breathed, licking his lips and suddenly taking hold of his hair again.
    “So it seems...” James kept provoking him and rubbed his thigh against the side of Ira’s body. The man’s lips stretched into a wicked smile as his dark eyes lit up.
    “On your feet,” he instructed, letting go of him and quickly getting out of bed. His broad back looked so delicious that James felt the urge to shower it with hungry kisses. He did get up though, curious of what Ira had in mind, as his own imagination only consisted of them both between the sheets. The bed was made of thick pieces of wood, with a high headboard and a footer that was almost half its size. The older man strolled to the footboard and shot James an expectant look. “Come 'ere and bend over.”
    James let out a short pant, looking Ira up and down. He moved closer to the other man, with a strange mix of fright and excitement. With a deep breath, he stood with his back to the sailor and clenched his hands on the footer. He felt exposed like never before, but didn’t really feel ashamed anymore. Being with Ira made him too comfortable for that. Not even once did he feel not accepted or criticized for his eager behavior. His skin tingled as warm hands touched his backside, fingertips slowly running up and down his buttocks in a delightfully arousing caress. The simple contact set James’ skin on fire.
    “I see another ‘ungry hole down’ere,” Ira breathed with a pleased tone. “Bet it's starving to be stuffed.”
    “I’m not sure... But I imagine it