grabbed his shoulders and turned him around and took his mouth savagely, his breath sobbing in his throat when Justin matched him for urgency. He shoved his hands down the back of Justin’s jeans and pulled up his shirt, dying to feel bare skin, and was gratified when Justin did the same thing. Justin’s hands were warm and still a little damp, but Hank didn’t care. Skin-on-skin, after so long, it was amazing.
Justin panted and bucked his hips forward, then pulled back from the kiss and leaned his head on Hank’s shoulder. “Please tell me your door locks.”
“Yes,” Hank breathed back, reaching into Justin’s jeans and grabbing twin handfuls of taut yet squishy backside. “But we need to unlock it and get dressed when we’re done.”
“Deal.” And then they were kissing, and Hank was walking Justin backwards to the bedroom, leaving the dishes in the sink and turning off lights as they went.
The kiss didn’t stop when they got to the bedroom, but it did get interrupted as Hank pulled off Justin’s bright green sweater and the red T-shirt underneath it. Justin obviously used the gym too, but his muscles were smaller, more compact, and his chest had maybe three hairs on it.
“Does this mean,” Hank asked, kissing down Justin’s pec, “that I’m cradle robbing?”
“Yeah, Henry.” Justin tipped his head back and appeared to enjoy every one of Hank’s perfectly placed kisses down the center of his chest. “They changed the age of consent to read ‘age of chest hair’.”
Hank pulled away to snicker at him, and Justin knotted his fingers in Hank’s short hair and pushed him back to placing kisses on Justin’s nearly smooth chest. “If you suck on my nipple, I may come in my pants,” Justin promised, and Hank went for it, to see if that could really happen.
It was a near thing. Justin’s über-responsive body bucked under his mouth, and his grip tightened to the point of pain in Hank’s hair, so Hank moved to the next nipple to tease some more before shucking Justin’s pants and boxers in one go, and moving straight for ground zero.
“Henry,” Justin whined, struggling to get his pants and his shoes off at the same time so he could lie back on the bed. “Jeez, just give it a little bit of a—” His shoes finally landed with a plop, along with his jeans, and Hank pushed him back on the bed and took Justin’s entire length into his mouth with one hungry shove.
“ Ohmygah! ” Justin breathed, and Henry tightened his lips and pulled back, tasting skin, sweat, soap, and then pushing forward again as far down as he could go. Justin pounded the mattress in the sweet pain of almost instant arousal, and started to jerk hard. Hank hadn’t done this in a while—he took Justin’s cock in his fist and held tight, then clamped his mouth over the widely flared head and teased with his tongue, letting Justin thrust as hard and as fast and as wildly and—“ Ohmygah omygah omygah … fuck !”
He surged forward and Hank swallowed, wanting all of it in his mouth, down his throat, the salty, the bitter, the surprisingly sweet, and Justin kept thrusting until every last bit of it was shot. When Justin made a sound of discomfort, Hank let go of his cock and pushed himself up onto the mattress, still hard and aching but content for a moment to just touch and see the first man he’d had in his bed in too long a time. He didn’t look Justin in the eyes, not yet. First he danced his fingertips across thighs—there was some fur on those, and black hair at Justin’s groin, proving that yes, in fact, Justin did have body hair. From the thighs, he stuck his tongue out and caught the edges of Justin’s oblique muscles and traced up while Justin held himself, quivering, and tried, Hank could tell, not to fall apart and giggle.
Hank moved to his side and tried to give him a hickey, and Justin lost the battle, curling up defensively and giggling like a little kid.
“Ohmygah, Henry ! Way to kill a
Justin panted and bucked his hips forward, then pulled back from the kiss and leaned his head on Hank’s shoulder. “Please tell me your door locks.”
“Yes,” Hank breathed back, reaching into Justin’s jeans and grabbing twin handfuls of taut yet squishy backside. “But we need to unlock it and get dressed when we’re done.”
“Deal.” And then they were kissing, and Hank was walking Justin backwards to the bedroom, leaving the dishes in the sink and turning off lights as they went.
The kiss didn’t stop when they got to the bedroom, but it did get interrupted as Hank pulled off Justin’s bright green sweater and the red T-shirt underneath it. Justin obviously used the gym too, but his muscles were smaller, more compact, and his chest had maybe three hairs on it.
“Does this mean,” Hank asked, kissing down Justin’s pec, “that I’m cradle robbing?”
“Yeah, Henry.” Justin tipped his head back and appeared to enjoy every one of Hank’s perfectly placed kisses down the center of his chest. “They changed the age of consent to read ‘age of chest hair’.”
Hank pulled away to snicker at him, and Justin knotted his fingers in Hank’s short hair and pushed him back to placing kisses on Justin’s nearly smooth chest. “If you suck on my nipple, I may come in my pants,” Justin promised, and Hank went for it, to see if that could really happen.
It was a near thing. Justin’s über-responsive body bucked under his mouth, and his grip tightened to the point of pain in Hank’s hair, so Hank moved to the next nipple to tease some more before shucking Justin’s pants and boxers in one go, and moving straight for ground zero.
“Henry,” Justin whined, struggling to get his pants and his shoes off at the same time so he could lie back on the bed. “Jeez, just give it a little bit of a—” His shoes finally landed with a plop, along with his jeans, and Hank pushed him back on the bed and took Justin’s entire length into his mouth with one hungry shove.
“ Ohmygah! ” Justin breathed, and Henry tightened his lips and pulled back, tasting skin, sweat, soap, and then pushing forward again as far down as he could go. Justin pounded the mattress in the sweet pain of almost instant arousal, and started to jerk hard. Hank hadn’t done this in a while—he took Justin’s cock in his fist and held tight, then clamped his mouth over the widely flared head and teased with his tongue, letting Justin thrust as hard and as fast and as wildly and—“ Ohmygah omygah omygah … fuck !”
He surged forward and Hank swallowed, wanting all of it in his mouth, down his throat, the salty, the bitter, the surprisingly sweet, and Justin kept thrusting until every last bit of it was shot. When Justin made a sound of discomfort, Hank let go of his cock and pushed himself up onto the mattress, still hard and aching but content for a moment to just touch and see the first man he’d had in his bed in too long a time. He didn’t look Justin in the eyes, not yet. First he danced his fingertips across thighs—there was some fur on those, and black hair at Justin’s groin, proving that yes, in fact, Justin did have body hair. From the thighs, he stuck his tongue out and caught the edges of Justin’s oblique muscles and traced up while Justin held himself, quivering, and tried, Hank could tell, not to fall apart and giggle.
Hank moved to his side and tried to give him a hickey, and Justin lost the battle, curling up defensively and giggling like a little kid.
“Ohmygah, Henry ! Way to kill a
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