“A-Augh…” Tyler’s face soon became flushed a deep crimson red as his sensitive spots were prodded at over and over again.
To hold back more moans, Tyler pressed his hands against his mouth and tilting his head tilted back, unbeknownst revealing more of the supple flesh Zach desired so.
A soft and airy moan floated through his fingertips. “N-No more, Zach…” Tyler mumbled. His fragile and slender body had long since fell victim to a countless number of hickeys and light bruises.
They sprung up on the surface of his neck and torso, especially around his collar bones.
His chestnut brown hair stuck to his forehead due to excess sweat and to the bed haphazardly from the constant shifting.
His cerulean, deep ocean eyes sheepishly locked onto Zach but looked away before the other had time to notice. “D...Don’t tease me, babe,” Tyler’s voice squeaked and quivered.
Noticing Tyler’s pathetic cries, Zach’s head raised from the crevice of his neck. A playful chuckle escaped Zach as he brushed his thumb along his partner’s reddened cheek.
“How cute… Fine, I’ll give you what you want.” Zach pulled Tyler’s legs into the air and unbuckled his jeans in a few quick motions.
After fumbling with the buckle, Zach slid them down and revealed the other’s hardening member prominently displayed against the black backdrop of his boxers.
A soft whimper came forth from Tyler as the cold air pressed against his legs.
With his jeans off, it was obvious Tyler’s thighs were thicker than presented in the skin tight jeans he wore, much to the delight of Zach.
Tyler - with much hesitance - wrapped his legs around his lover, his bulge now pressing against Zach’s stomach and teasing Zach’s growing erection.
“You’re killing me with all this playing, Tyler...
switch positions, or I’m really gonna ravish you,” Zach commanded, swirling his finger around and releasing a menacing breath of air through his teeth. A light whistle enacted into the air.
Tyler became entangled in his own twisted, erotic fantasies and zoned out. Some reluctance followed as he rested his back against the other’s broad chest.
The smaller male reached down and tugged at his boxers, itching to fill this lonely feeling, like a predator with its potential prey. It was an instinct, a desire, a craving.
Without a moment’s thought, Zach slid the very tips of his fingers along the insides of Tyler’s thighs. The mere touch drove him insane, resulting in Tyler arching his back.
“M-More…,” Tyler panted, biting the corners of his bottom lip. “I want more…”
“Oh, do you now? More where, kitten?” The opposite cooed. Zach leaned his face closer, a look of victory written clearly by the deceiving smile and the arch of his eyebrow.
His fingers started slow, grazing the shaft of the younger male’s enlarged member and sending shivers through his vertebrae.
“T-There!” The male jolted upwards, biting harder on his lip as he consciously fixated his hips to the source of pleasure.
His hips rolled and tuned in time to the older man’s strokes and pulls of the sensitive flesh. Tyler’s face was flushed a deep shade of crimson red, drool rolling off his lips and down his chin.
His eyes were glossed over, a lustful, longing gaze taking their place, and his chest heaved with every pant and moan he released.
His fingers and toes clutched the bed sheets beneath his heavy body.