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fruit. It was intoxicating and blended so well with the erotic feelings that were already racing through his body. He stood in the middle of the living room taking it all in as the crashing waves echoed through his eardrums.
    He placed his jacket across the back of the couch and began to walk upstairs. The heightened anticipation and sexual hunger he felt had been absent for quite some time. In the beginning of their relationship the two of them always tried to outdo each other when it came to setting a mood; but as they both got busier and schedules became more hectic, their competitions lessened.
    He entered the bedroom and noticed red rose petals covering the bed. The soft blue light coming from the stereo added just enough illumination to accentuate every silhouette in the room. He walked up the two steps that led into the master bathroom and was greeted by Khalil sitting on the side of the bubble filled tub in a white full-length bathrobe. He instantly wanted to rip the robe off and see what he had on underneath, but he restrained himself because he knew that the best was yet to come.
    Khalil stood up, walked over to him and placed a loving kiss softly and gently on his lips. Tyrin wrapped his arms around his baby and whispered, “I love you” into his ear as he inhaled the scent of the Izzy Miyake cologne that permeated from his body. Khalil undressed his lover, escorted him into the warm bath and turned on the jets. Tyrin leaned back and allowed the pulsating throbs of water to soothe and knead his body in the manner they were designed.
    Khalil slipped on a pair of loofah gloves and began to gently wash his baby’s chocolate frame making sure that every orifice was scrubbed and cleansed to perfection. The bath was providing Tyrin with the escape he was hoping for. With each rub of Khalil’s hand, he was being elevated above and away from the news he had received. He was taking what was being given and he loved it. After being bathed, he was escorted to the bed and instructed to lie down on his back. Khalil mounted him like he was a horse and commenced to rub warm oil over his well-defined chest, arms, shoulders, and stomach.
    Still fully covered in his robe, he leaned over to the nightstand and grabbed four long pieces of silk fabric and tied his soon to be hostage to the four corners of the bed. He grabbed the remote and pushed play on the CD player, causing the infamous instrumental ballad “Moments in Love” by the Art of Noise to resound through the ceiling mounted speakers. A constrained Tyrin stared at him with unquenched lust as he removed his robe and stood over him in a black g-string that looked like it had been painted onto his body. He felt his manhood begin to throb as he watched his lover gyrate in a fashion most people get paid to move in.
    Khalil rhythmically moved to the sounds of the sexual concerto in an effort to arouse his lover in the manner he deserved. Filled with eroticism and passion he climbed on top and began to lick and bite the rock hard muscles of his roped up warrior. Every time he squirmed it caused Khalil’s level of excitement to grow until finally he had to taste the piece of flesh that was filled with the juice that made Tyrin who he was.As he lovingly sucked and stroked the hard tantalizing flesh, the gentle moans from his tied up partner made the act more enjoyable than ever. Tyrin tried his hardest to break the cords that had him bound but was weakened when Khalil would hit a spot that caused his body to lose focus on its fight for freedom. Every inch was down his throat and the black hairs tickled his nose as he hungrily pleased his husband.
    Khalil was ready for his turn, so he stood up over him and began to slowly peel down the piece of fabric that secured his member. Tyrin licked his lips symbolizing how much he wanted to taste the nectar that only Khalil could offer. He grabbed the headboard and crouched down over Tyrins mouth and eagerly fed himself deep into the