bedroom and into the bathroom, coming out a few minutes later. "You bringing that back to bed?"
"Syrup and sheets don't mix." Saucy little shit.
Ken pouted and came up right behind him, rubbing, hand coming around to find his cock and pump. "Syrup and sex does though."
"Aren't you hungry?" The kid pushed and pushed. Simon knew he was worried, but damn.
"Uh-huh." Ken licked his ear, his neck.
He turned the sausage over, teasing. "You want eggs?"
"Oh yeah." Ken chuckled, hand sliding down to fondle his balls. "Of course I don't think you want me to crack them."
"Hell, no. Those are the O'Neil family jewels."
"Mmm... I can see why -- they're nice." Ken moved against him, prick hard and eager.
"You're gonna make me burn breakfast."
"So you'll make something else. After I fuck you." Ken never stopped pushing.
He turned the heat off, fixed two plates. "We're going to eat. Then talk about our plans. Then we can fuck."
Ken took the plates from him, put then on the table and rubbed up against him. "You got the order wrong, Simon."
"Do you push your brother like this?" He stroked Ken's spine, petting.
Ken purred and pressed back against his hand, moving like a cat. "Bay's not here."
"You're a brilliant boy." Simon shook his head, grinned. "Eat. Talk. Fuck."
Ken pouted, but sat. "That's all there is to do here and only one of them's any fun."
"I know, but I can't go on no food like you can." He grabbed the syrup and the butter. "Besides, I cooked ."
Ken laughed. "That earns you a blowjob. Doesn't mean we have to actually eat."
"You need to eat." He winked. "And I'll take the blowjob after."
"Can I pour syrup on your dick?" "If you lick it off."
"That's the plan." Ken grinned at him, pouring syrup liberally over his pancakes. One finger ran through the syrup and Ken started sucking on it.
Simon chuckled, dug right in. Ken amused the hell out of him, drove him mad, but amused. "Eat your pancakes."
"You do get off on giving orders, don't you?" Ken gave him a cocky little smile and started eating, making it a sexy experience.
"Actually, not really. I just don't get off on backing off."
"Me neither." Ken picked up his sausage, nibbling at one end.
"No..." He let their knees bump together, chuckling. Ken laughed, foot sliding against his leg.
"Flirt." He reached over, stole a sausage. "So, news -- your father's fine, the house was damaged pretty bad, got hit three more times."
Ken's face closed up and he put his fork down, pushing his plate away. "What's the point of hitting the house once we were gone? Pretty stupid if you ask me."
"Well, it means they didn't know you were gone, mainly. In fact, your father's gone pretty public with the 'poor me, I lost my sons' thing. It's buying us time."
"Time for what? Screwing? I appreciate the concern for my
love life, but if that's all this is, the least you could have done is make sure Bay and I were together."
"Fuck off. We're heading off to meet them at the end of the week."
Ken relaxed, smile back. "Yeah? Sweet." Ken's foot was back, too, moving up along his leg.
"Yeah. We're going to the mountains. See some snow."
"Sounds like the perfect setting for snuggling under the covers and getting busy." Ken got up and came around the table, pushing into his lap.
"Yeah." He grabbed his last sausage, ate it, and then wrapped his hands around Ken's waist.
Ken purred and wriggled, mouth closing on his, eager tongue pushing in. He let Ken in, fingers sliding over the smooth spine, touching and tickling. He couldn't fault Ken's responsiveness; the kid writhed, pushed into his touches and moaned. He kept kissing, kept the touches going, and enjoyed the way their bellies rubbed together.
Ken groaned. "You gonna fuck me today, Simon?" "Maybe." He cupped Ken's ass, squeezed, pinched a little. Ken bucked, gasped. "Oh, Simon. Do it again."
He pinched harder, letting his nails scrape.
"Syrup and sheets don't mix." Saucy little shit.
Ken pouted and came up right behind him, rubbing, hand coming around to find his cock and pump. "Syrup and sex does though."
"Aren't you hungry?" The kid pushed and pushed. Simon knew he was worried, but damn.
"Uh-huh." Ken licked his ear, his neck.
He turned the sausage over, teasing. "You want eggs?"
"Oh yeah." Ken chuckled, hand sliding down to fondle his balls. "Of course I don't think you want me to crack them."
"Hell, no. Those are the O'Neil family jewels."
"Mmm... I can see why -- they're nice." Ken moved against him, prick hard and eager.
"You're gonna make me burn breakfast."
"So you'll make something else. After I fuck you." Ken never stopped pushing.
He turned the heat off, fixed two plates. "We're going to eat. Then talk about our plans. Then we can fuck."
Ken took the plates from him, put then on the table and rubbed up against him. "You got the order wrong, Simon."
"Do you push your brother like this?" He stroked Ken's spine, petting.
Ken purred and pressed back against his hand, moving like a cat. "Bay's not here."
"You're a brilliant boy." Simon shook his head, grinned. "Eat. Talk. Fuck."
Ken pouted, but sat. "That's all there is to do here and only one of them's any fun."
"I know, but I can't go on no food like you can." He grabbed the syrup and the butter. "Besides, I cooked ."
Ken laughed. "That earns you a blowjob. Doesn't mean we have to actually eat."
"You need to eat." He winked. "And I'll take the blowjob after."
"Can I pour syrup on your dick?" "If you lick it off."
"That's the plan." Ken grinned at him, pouring syrup liberally over his pancakes. One finger ran through the syrup and Ken started sucking on it.
Simon chuckled, dug right in. Ken amused the hell out of him, drove him mad, but amused. "Eat your pancakes."
"You do get off on giving orders, don't you?" Ken gave him a cocky little smile and started eating, making it a sexy experience.
"Actually, not really. I just don't get off on backing off."
"Me neither." Ken picked up his sausage, nibbling at one end.
"No..." He let their knees bump together, chuckling. Ken laughed, foot sliding against his leg.
"Flirt." He reached over, stole a sausage. "So, news -- your father's fine, the house was damaged pretty bad, got hit three more times."
Ken's face closed up and he put his fork down, pushing his plate away. "What's the point of hitting the house once we were gone? Pretty stupid if you ask me."
"Well, it means they didn't know you were gone, mainly. In fact, your father's gone pretty public with the 'poor me, I lost my sons' thing. It's buying us time."
"Time for what? Screwing? I appreciate the concern for my
love life, but if that's all this is, the least you could have done is make sure Bay and I were together."
"Fuck off. We're heading off to meet them at the end of the week."
Ken relaxed, smile back. "Yeah? Sweet." Ken's foot was back, too, moving up along his leg.
"Yeah. We're going to the mountains. See some snow."
"Sounds like the perfect setting for snuggling under the covers and getting busy." Ken got up and came around the table, pushing into his lap.
"Yeah." He grabbed his last sausage, ate it, and then wrapped his hands around Ken's waist.
Ken purred and wriggled, mouth closing on his, eager tongue pushing in. He let Ken in, fingers sliding over the smooth spine, touching and tickling. He couldn't fault Ken's responsiveness; the kid writhed, pushed into his touches and moaned. He kept kissing, kept the touches going, and enjoyed the way their bellies rubbed together.
Ken groaned. "You gonna fuck me today, Simon?" "Maybe." He cupped Ken's ass, squeezed, pinched a little. Ken bucked, gasped. "Oh, Simon. Do it again."
He pinched harder, letting his nails scrape.
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