Another low moan, this one Rory's, muffled by Peter's mouth as he let the younger man's tongue roam where it pleased. And his hands ... the flexing of Rory's hips took on an added dimension, back to enjoy the attentions of his friend's strong fingers, forward to rub up against his hard body. He had no compunctions about showing Peter how hard and ready he was. Though their first time might be fast and hot, they'd have times later to indulge in slow, languid teasing.
He'd make very sure of that.
For now a thought slowly sank in through the heat, the realization that stretched up on his toes was probably not the most comfortable of foreplay positions for the shorter man. Following on its heels was a second thought, that if Peter wanted to keep upping the ante, he knew just how to oblige him. Easing back from their kiss, he met Peter's gaze with dark brown eyes glittering with open lust. "About time we do something about the height difference." The velvety-rich baritone that hours ago had sung about sweet eyes, sexy thighs and feeling your pulses pound became even more hypnotic one on one. "Come with me."
He stepped back, his right hand slipping once more around Peter's waist to his stomach, this time sliding down past the the waistband of the younger man's jeans. But in taking hold of the fabric, his fingers somehow found themselves inside Peter's shorts as well, investigating the soft skin and coarse hair of his groin before seeking lower to caress a strongly pounding pulse indeed.
Rory began walking backward down the hall toward his bedroom, not bothering or needing to look behind him, leading the other man by his grip on his jeans. Grinning wickedly, he kept his free hand on Peter's muscular shoulder to make sure he couldn't retaliate-- yet --while his fingers tauntingly stroked whatever they could find. Hot throbbing want in its purest form surged between the two men from every point of contact.
He watched Peter's reactions all the way down the hall, into the room and over to the spacious bed. Taking a seat, Rory spread his thighs and tugged Peter back to him, wrapping his free arm snugly around his waist. "You feel good, a chara," he purred, angling his head to nibble and suck at whatever of Peter's chest and abdomen were in convenient reach. "And taste even better." His lips found a nipple while his fingers busied themselves undoing his friend's fly and easing jeans and shorts down far enough to free the hard length of his erection.
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Date: 2009-05-06 06:51 pm (UTC)He'd make very sure of that.
For now a thought slowly sank in through the heat, the realization that stretched up on his toes was probably not the most comfortable of foreplay positions for the shorter man. Following on its heels was a second thought, that if Peter wanted to keep upping the ante, he knew just how to oblige him. Easing back from their kiss, he met Peter's gaze with dark brown eyes glittering with open lust. "About time we do something about the height difference." The velvety-rich baritone that hours ago had sung about sweet eyes, sexy thighs and feeling your pulses pound became even more hypnotic one on one. "Come with me."
He stepped back, his right hand slipping once more around Peter's waist to his stomach, this time sliding down past the the waistband of the younger man's jeans. But in taking hold of the fabric, his fingers somehow found themselves inside Peter's shorts as well, investigating the soft skin and coarse hair of his groin before seeking lower to caress a strongly pounding pulse indeed.
Rory began walking backward down the hall toward his bedroom, not bothering or needing to look behind him, leading the other man by his grip on his jeans. Grinning wickedly, he kept his free hand on Peter's muscular shoulder to make sure he couldn't retaliate-- yet --while his fingers tauntingly stroked whatever they could find. Hot throbbing want in its purest form surged between the two men from every point of contact.
He watched Peter's reactions all the way down the hall, into the room and over to the spacious bed. Taking a seat, Rory spread his thighs and tugged Peter back to him, wrapping his free arm snugly around his waist. "You feel good, a chara," he purred, angling his head to nibble and suck at whatever of Peter's chest and abdomen were in convenient reach. "And taste even better." His lips found a nipple while his fingers busied themselves undoing his friend's fly and easing jeans and shorts down far enough to free the hard length of his erection.