just enough to let Bay know how good it felt. Bay whimpered again, pushing up against him. He pressed down, rocking a little, lips tugging that tight nipple. Another moan sounded, Bay bucking again, breath catching, fingers stuttering on his skin.
"So sensitive."
He tugged again, moaning low. Each touch drew another sound from Bay, a shudder or shiver. He spent a good, long time, kissing and licking and laving and touching, making Bay feel. Bay touched him back, fingers random and soft, gasps and moans constant.
He was hard, aching, pushing against Bay's thigh, hard as stone. Bay's legs split, spread, hips tilting in invitation.
He groaned, panting. "I want..."
Bay whimpered, hands on his face. "Please." "Need a rubber. Shit."
Bay slid against him, moaning. "I don't have... anything." "I... I do. Later. This will do for now."
Bay shook his head. "Need you. Please."
"Uhn..." He caught his breath, reaching down for his pants, his wallet.
He fumbled the rubber out, unwrapped it and held it out to Bay. "Put it on me."
Bay's fingers slid against his and then they were sliding the condom down over his cock, trembling and fluttering and touching.
"Oh. Oh, Bay. Careful. Oh." He bucked up, gripping the base of his cock.
Bright green eyes shot to his. "I'm sorry."
"No. Don't be. I want you." He grinned, winked, grabbed the lube. "Let's get you slick."
Bay purred, hands going behind knees to spread the long legs for him.
"Oh, you look... Damn, Bay." He slicked his fingers, carefully sliding them behind the tight balls.
Bay moaned, pushing toward his fingers. He slid in, deep and easy, slicking Bay up, spreading him. Bay cried out, body jerking, taking his fingers, squeezing them and pulling them in.
"Oh... So fine." He pushed deeper, fingers curling, searching.
Bay's cry filled the air, his whole body jerking.
"Yes." He stroked again and again, watching Bay shift, cock hard and aching.
Bay's eyes rolled, head going from side to side, body bucking and bowing.
"Are you ready, Bay? I need." "Please. Oh, Rick."
He lined up and pressed in, hips sliding his cock into that heat in one smooth motion. Bay gave a gasping moan, the sound low. Warm fingers slid over his shoulders, held on. It
was slow and steady, his eyes closed, sinking into Bay over and over. Bay's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as soft, breathless sounds filled the air.
"So good." He arched, pushing harder.
Bay was fluid beneath him, moving with him. He reached down, stroked Bay's cock, groaned at the heat around him, the pressure.
"Rick!"
Bay started moving like a wild thing, riding his cock, pushing into his hand, making noises.
"Fuck!" Bay was beautiful. Beautiful.
Bay's body rippled around his cock and then squeezed as Bay froze, eyes rolling back in his head again as he came. The come milked right out of him, pleasure zinging up along his spine. Bay's legs slid away from around him, the slender body going limp.
He pulled out and trashed the rubber, then settled on the bed, letting Bay decide how much contact they had. Bay didn't even wake up, curled into him with a noise of complaint, not settling happily until he put an arm and leg over the kid. He pulled the blanket over them, holding Bay close. Well, maybe it wasn't a mistake.
At least the kid went to sleep.
***
Bay stretched and moaned as he woke, turning and blindly
looking for Kenny's heat. He whimpered softly, blinking at the light when he couldn't find it. It took him a moment to remember that he wasn't with Ken, he was with Rick. In the safe house.
He was surprised he'd slept, but then he remembered Rick fucking him and his cheeks pinked a little. Rick had been thorough, had made him come twice. It felt really good, being touched and licked all over like that, like Rick wanted to touch and taste him everywhere, not just get off.
Between he and Ken, he was the sensualist,
"So sensitive."
He tugged again, moaning low. Each touch drew another sound from Bay, a shudder or shiver. He spent a good, long time, kissing and licking and laving and touching, making Bay feel. Bay touched him back, fingers random and soft, gasps and moans constant.
He was hard, aching, pushing against Bay's thigh, hard as stone. Bay's legs split, spread, hips tilting in invitation.
He groaned, panting. "I want..."
Bay whimpered, hands on his face. "Please." "Need a rubber. Shit."
Bay slid against him, moaning. "I don't have... anything." "I... I do. Later. This will do for now."
Bay shook his head. "Need you. Please."
"Uhn..." He caught his breath, reaching down for his pants, his wallet.
He fumbled the rubber out, unwrapped it and held it out to Bay. "Put it on me."
Bay's fingers slid against his and then they were sliding the condom down over his cock, trembling and fluttering and touching.
"Oh. Oh, Bay. Careful. Oh." He bucked up, gripping the base of his cock.
Bright green eyes shot to his. "I'm sorry."
"No. Don't be. I want you." He grinned, winked, grabbed the lube. "Let's get you slick."
Bay purred, hands going behind knees to spread the long legs for him.
"Oh, you look... Damn, Bay." He slicked his fingers, carefully sliding them behind the tight balls.
Bay moaned, pushing toward his fingers. He slid in, deep and easy, slicking Bay up, spreading him. Bay cried out, body jerking, taking his fingers, squeezing them and pulling them in.
"Oh... So fine." He pushed deeper, fingers curling, searching.
Bay's cry filled the air, his whole body jerking.
"Yes." He stroked again and again, watching Bay shift, cock hard and aching.
Bay's eyes rolled, head going from side to side, body bucking and bowing.
"Are you ready, Bay? I need." "Please. Oh, Rick."
He lined up and pressed in, hips sliding his cock into that heat in one smooth motion. Bay gave a gasping moan, the sound low. Warm fingers slid over his shoulders, held on. It
was slow and steady, his eyes closed, sinking into Bay over and over. Bay's legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his ass as soft, breathless sounds filled the air.
"So good." He arched, pushing harder.
Bay was fluid beneath him, moving with him. He reached down, stroked Bay's cock, groaned at the heat around him, the pressure.
"Rick!"
Bay started moving like a wild thing, riding his cock, pushing into his hand, making noises.
"Fuck!" Bay was beautiful. Beautiful.
Bay's body rippled around his cock and then squeezed as Bay froze, eyes rolling back in his head again as he came. The come milked right out of him, pleasure zinging up along his spine. Bay's legs slid away from around him, the slender body going limp.
He pulled out and trashed the rubber, then settled on the bed, letting Bay decide how much contact they had. Bay didn't even wake up, curled into him with a noise of complaint, not settling happily until he put an arm and leg over the kid. He pulled the blanket over them, holding Bay close. Well, maybe it wasn't a mistake.
At least the kid went to sleep.
***
Bay stretched and moaned as he woke, turning and blindly
looking for Kenny's heat. He whimpered softly, blinking at the light when he couldn't find it. It took him a moment to remember that he wasn't with Ken, he was with Rick. In the safe house.
He was surprised he'd slept, but then he remembered Rick fucking him and his cheeks pinked a little. Rick had been thorough, had made him come twice. It felt really good, being touched and licked all over like that, like Rick wanted to touch and taste him everywhere, not just get off.
Between he and Ken, he was the sensualist,
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