It was Rory's turn to arch and groan, pressing himself into the hot demands of Peter's mouth. "Ahhyesss," he moaned softly at the sensations triggered by that seeking tongue flicking across his nipple, sweet tingles that increased the tighter the velvety nub became. Threading his fingers through his friend's thick hair, Rory silently urged Peter's mouth to do more, harder, anything and everything it wanted to do to him. For him. With him.
His other hand wandered the expanse of the younger man's back, only to find his shirt still entirely too in the way. One arm at a time, he coaxed Peter to release him only long enough to slip sleeves down and the shirt off entirely. With a soft growl of triumph, he traced sculpted muscles, comparing their firmness with the harder outcroppings of his shoulder blades. And all the while Peter's hungry mouth did things that sent streams of heat flowing down his body to pool in his groin.
Much as he enjoyed those devouring attentions, Rory's own mouth wanted something to do, to taste. Gently he lifted Peter's head from his chest until it was at the right angle for another kiss, this one beginning with a slow laving of the other man's lips, followed by an eager thrust of tongue against tongue. The hand on Peter's back slipped down and further down to find the tautness of his jean-clad ass and grip, pressing their lower bodies tight together. He ground his own groin shamelessly against his friend, the circles of his hips and the sway of their bodies matching the music in a hot, libidinous slow dance.
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Date: 2009-05-04 11:21 pm (UTC)His other hand wandered the expanse of the younger man's back, only to find his shirt still entirely too in the way. One arm at a time, he coaxed Peter to release him only long enough to slip sleeves down and the shirt off entirely. With a soft growl of triumph, he traced sculpted muscles, comparing their firmness with the harder outcroppings of his shoulder blades. And all the while Peter's hungry mouth did things that sent streams of heat flowing down his body to pool in his groin.
Much as he enjoyed those devouring attentions, Rory's own mouth wanted something to do, to taste. Gently he lifted Peter's head from his chest until it was at the right angle for another kiss, this one beginning with a slow laving of the other man's lips, followed by an eager thrust of tongue against tongue. The hand on Peter's back slipped down and further down to find the tautness of his jean-clad ass and grip, pressing their lower bodies tight together. He ground his own groin shamelessly against his friend, the circles of his hips and the sway of their bodies matching the music in a hot, libidinous slow dance.