again, but not restlessly. More like Duke when
he was arching into a good scratching, all sinuous. Artie's belly
rippled, every muscle moving as Artie's cock twitched and rose. Oh, now
that was nice. He leaned down, cheek on Artie's belly, fingers trailing
on Artie's hips.
"Greg?" Groggy, scratchy as a two-day beard, Artie's voice floated down to him, one big hand cupping his head.
"Last time I checked, yes." If more people could smell
this—the scent of Artie right here? There'd be less need for
violence.
"Maybe I should check, man. Just to be sure. Do a little strip
searching." Oh, damn. There was serious intent in that touch. Artie
went from asleep to awake like that . He felt it through the rough skin of Artie's fingers.
So long. It had been so fucking long. "I can appreciate your attention to detail, detective."
"I like to make sure all of the bases are covered." Petting his hair, Artie chuckled, belly bouncing.
He grinned, turned his face to blow a raspberry on Artie's stomach, fingers sliding over to cup the heavy, soft balls.
"You're, oh. Pretty thorough yourself." Thighs spreading, Artie gave
him more room, balls rolling against his palm. Damn, Artie liked that,
liked the tiny hint of too much.
He kissed the tip of Artie's cock, then nipped the sensitive ridge,
giving Artie a taste of his teeth, just a touch. "I've been thinking
about this a long time. I can afford to be thorough."
"Uh-huh. I get that. Like it, too." Leaning up on one elbow, Artie started petting again, just stroking his neck and shoulders.
"You like touching." He rocked a little, cheek sliding down Artie's cock, then back up.
"I do. I like your skin. So smooth and pale." Artie liked his hair,
too. And his eyes. He never knew Artie liked his eyes so much.
It made him burn inside, a steady flame that just wouldn't go away. "I watched you sleep; you didn't dream until the end."
He rolled Artie's balls, tongue dragging over the tip of the thick, heavy cock.
"I ... Damn. I try not to." Thick and hot, Artie's cock dragged against his cheek, across his lips.
"I know." He loved the way the pale curls felt against his cheeks. "I know."
"Gonna come up here and kiss me?" Artie liked it, too. Maybe too
much. That morning wood might pop, was what Artie was afraid of. It was
cute as hell.
"Yes." He traveled back up, hands taking a slower, more convoluted trail. "Morning, Artie. You look good in my bed."
"Feels good here, man. Real good." Fingers sliding in his hair,
Artie pulled him down and gave him a kiss, lips rubbing over his
slowly, easily, before pushing in.
Oh. Oh, he'd forgotten. He'd forgotten how good it was. Greg settled
against Artie, the shock of all their skin meeting together enough to
make him shudder.
"Shhh. S'okay." So careful, so sweet. Artie could just go into
protector mode so damned fast, fingers moving rhythmically on his back.
"It's so big. I just, I'd forgotten how to touch someone and it's you." He was babbling a little, but it was okay, it was Artie.
"Yeah. I kinda have, too, man. I just don't have your deal, you
know? But it's been a long time and you. Well, you're it." Artie just
looked him right in the eye.
"Yes." He just nodded; what else was there to say? This was Artie. "Yes."
He got a groan and another kiss, this one not careful at all. This
one was hard and deep and so needy it ached. Their bodies slammed
together, and Greg wasn't sure who was feeling what, who was moaning
what words, and it didn't matter, not even a little bit. All that
mattered was that they were touching and not waiting anymore. They
toppled, Artie twisting so he was on the bottom, that heavy torso
pressed against him. Artie kissed like he did everything, with a dogged
determination that just never gave up. He wrapped one leg around
Artie's hip, pushing up harder, demanding more. He got more; more
kisses, more rubbing, Artie's cock against his hard and damp. That
mouth. God. Artie had some serious talent.
"How ... how come I didn't
he was arching into a good scratching, all sinuous. Artie's belly
rippled, every muscle moving as Artie's cock twitched and rose. Oh, now
that was nice. He leaned down, cheek on Artie's belly, fingers trailing
on Artie's hips.
"Greg?" Groggy, scratchy as a two-day beard, Artie's voice floated down to him, one big hand cupping his head.
"Last time I checked, yes." If more people could smell
this—the scent of Artie right here? There'd be less need for
violence.
"Maybe I should check, man. Just to be sure. Do a little strip
searching." Oh, damn. There was serious intent in that touch. Artie
went from asleep to awake like that . He felt it through the rough skin of Artie's fingers.
So long. It had been so fucking long. "I can appreciate your attention to detail, detective."
"I like to make sure all of the bases are covered." Petting his hair, Artie chuckled, belly bouncing.
He grinned, turned his face to blow a raspberry on Artie's stomach, fingers sliding over to cup the heavy, soft balls.
"You're, oh. Pretty thorough yourself." Thighs spreading, Artie gave
him more room, balls rolling against his palm. Damn, Artie liked that,
liked the tiny hint of too much.
He kissed the tip of Artie's cock, then nipped the sensitive ridge,
giving Artie a taste of his teeth, just a touch. "I've been thinking
about this a long time. I can afford to be thorough."
"Uh-huh. I get that. Like it, too." Leaning up on one elbow, Artie started petting again, just stroking his neck and shoulders.
"You like touching." He rocked a little, cheek sliding down Artie's cock, then back up.
"I do. I like your skin. So smooth and pale." Artie liked his hair,
too. And his eyes. He never knew Artie liked his eyes so much.
It made him burn inside, a steady flame that just wouldn't go away. "I watched you sleep; you didn't dream until the end."
He rolled Artie's balls, tongue dragging over the tip of the thick, heavy cock.
"I ... Damn. I try not to." Thick and hot, Artie's cock dragged against his cheek, across his lips.
"I know." He loved the way the pale curls felt against his cheeks. "I know."
"Gonna come up here and kiss me?" Artie liked it, too. Maybe too
much. That morning wood might pop, was what Artie was afraid of. It was
cute as hell.
"Yes." He traveled back up, hands taking a slower, more convoluted trail. "Morning, Artie. You look good in my bed."
"Feels good here, man. Real good." Fingers sliding in his hair,
Artie pulled him down and gave him a kiss, lips rubbing over his
slowly, easily, before pushing in.
Oh. Oh, he'd forgotten. He'd forgotten how good it was. Greg settled
against Artie, the shock of all their skin meeting together enough to
make him shudder.
"Shhh. S'okay." So careful, so sweet. Artie could just go into
protector mode so damned fast, fingers moving rhythmically on his back.
"It's so big. I just, I'd forgotten how to touch someone and it's you." He was babbling a little, but it was okay, it was Artie.
"Yeah. I kinda have, too, man. I just don't have your deal, you
know? But it's been a long time and you. Well, you're it." Artie just
looked him right in the eye.
"Yes." He just nodded; what else was there to say? This was Artie. "Yes."
He got a groan and another kiss, this one not careful at all. This
one was hard and deep and so needy it ached. Their bodies slammed
together, and Greg wasn't sure who was feeling what, who was moaning
what words, and it didn't matter, not even a little bit. All that
mattered was that they were touching and not waiting anymore. They
toppled, Artie twisting so he was on the bottom, that heavy torso
pressed against him. Artie kissed like he did everything, with a dogged
determination that just never gave up. He wrapped one leg around
Artie's hip, pushing up harder, demanding more. He got more; more
kisses, more rubbing, Artie's cock against his hard and damp. That
mouth. God. Artie had some serious talent.
"How ... how come I didn't
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