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| onyx | Apr 22 2010, 03:05 PM Post #271 |
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A gasp, followed by a blunt sound, escaped Sal as Thomas took hold of his hip and brought them in together. His hand came down and grasped at the thigh hooking over his hips, fingers tight at first as he attempted to reign himself in. They loosened once he’d calmed; the initial shock of their groins coming together had been pretty potent. Feeling an answering heat and hardness pressed to his own… it sent wild thrills up and down Sal’s spine, the blond staring at the brunet and panting softly. His eyes rolled closed again as Thomas pet over his body, soft and leisurely caressing over his heated skin. Sal absorbed the affection and care, tilting his face in for soft brushes of lips, almost lazy kissing. His hand on Thomas’ thigh stroked up and down the strong expanse, occasionally sliding back to feel the man’s firm backside. He wasn’t sure how far this was going to go exactly, though knowing it couldn’t go too far… he hadn’t exactly been planning for this to happen when he’d packed his bags. So, necessary items were not available at the moment. But he’d take what he could get, definitely. There was more than one way to have a bit of fun in bed, after all. For now though, he was thoroughly content with the slow, leisurely petting and sweet, warm, wet kisses. Sal’s mouth found purchase on Thomas’ throat again and he sucked softly; not hard enough to leave any incriminating marks though, of course. Chest rising and falling against the brunet’s, breath hot huffs through his nose and the sides of his mouth, Sal rightly feasted upon the flesh on Thomas’ neck. He couldn’t get enough. Teeth nips and grazed along the sides, his tongue tasted at the soft hollow and his lips wrappers around the protruding adam’s apple – he managed to keep things unrushed, abiding to the pace set by Thomas’ hands against his sides and thigh. The faint arch of his hips was unavoidable and unstoppable though, Sal pressing the proof of his enjoyment of the situation against Thomas and slowly rolling his thigh up against the proof of Thomas’. |
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| passionflower | Apr 22 2010, 06:00 PM Post #272 |
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Thomas gazed at the blond, when their mouths weren't connected. His skin prickled in response to the caressing hand moving over his hips, down his warm thigh, and of course over to his taut, cotton covered backside. His muscles tightened under the stimulation. And everywhere on his body felt hot... Smoldering with growing passion and sexual need. The drink influenced man was less than worried about how far this could go. The logistics of it or even the necessary preparations that Sal was quite used to. No where in his mind right then. But he was in no hurry. Making love was something not meant to be hurried. Though could this really be called making love? ... Neither man 'loved' the other did they? Shuddering, Thomas' hands smoothed up along Sal's back, and he lightly grazed his nails along his back. His jaw was slack as he let out a few soft sounds of approval from the suckling and kissing Sal places over his throat, his Adam's apple and on down to his collar. His pulse was heavy, beating fast beneath his skin and the blond's lips. Long-fingered hands skimmed up along Sal's shoulders. He traced the protrusion of shoulder blades, and on over Sal's neck. His hands cupped the back of the blond's head, as his thumbs lightly brushed over the shells of his ears. He felt along his strong jaw, and the length of Sal's neck. A shuddering breath escaped the brunet, as the teasing thigh of the other man nudged against him. Pearly white teeth sunk down into his plush lower lip as his hips couldn't help but rock against the offered thigh. Sliding his sensitive groin up and down along the length of the blond's upper leg. Grinding slowly. A hitched breath caught in his throat. His fingers splayed out in the short, unruly blond hair of the man beside him, smoothing over his scalp and cradling his head against his collar. His other hand gently slid down, over the other man's chest... till his hand was gently pawing at the front of his boxer's. A light caress, as he traced the hardness through the soft fabric of his underwear. He gave a soft squeeze, which caused a hint of a playful smile to upturn the edges of his lips. "Sei così grosso..." he let out in a sensual purr. |
| ~*yes, as you wanted, I gave everything to you*~ | |
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| onyx | Apr 22 2010, 08:38 PM Post #273 |
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Happily licking and kissing over the long line of neck and collar, Sal purred as hands stroked over his skin. A gasp pulled his stomach in tight and popped his eyes open as a hand pawed down his front, between the small space between their bodies… right down between his legs. As often as he’d had hands in that area, it still surprised him when Thomas’ suddenly was. His nerves jolted, arousal spiking as he was felt up through the cotton of his boxers. He grunted, hips shifting, body encouraging the pressure and contact. His breath stuttered in an exhale, a shaky little chuckle accompanying the sound. He eyed the playful little look on the other man’s face, eyes dropping in and out of focus as he looked. Licking his lips, he bit down lightly on his bottom one, murmuring a pleased sound. “Yeah? Keep it up, he’ll get bigger for ya.” Rolling his hips into the hand at his groin, Sal slashed a lick at the brunet’s chin. A playful little swipe at the tip, progressing down under Thomas’ chin and to his neck again. Sal smiled as he did it, hand tracing the waistband of Thomas’ briefs and letting his fingers slide just beneath it, stretching the band a little and letting it pop softly against the brunet’s hip. Finally, he let himself slide his hand further. Down, under the waist of cotton briefs and along smooth skin. He thumbed against the bone there, fingers curling, easing over a firm, round buttock. He squeezed lightly, bucking his hips up a bit into the hand palming him. |
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| passionflower | Apr 22 2010, 09:46 PM Post #274 |
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Thomas smiled as his eyes fluttered closed. He let out a little shudder as Sal teased more at his chin, down his throat. The flesh there was searing hot from all the attention, pink and sensitive. His own tongue trailed along his lips, wetting them, as a groan bubbled up from his chest. His own hips arched into the hand at his waist. And before long, after the little snap of the elastic, he felt Sal's fingers smoothing under the fabric and along one of his cheeks. The flesh and muscle tightened under his touch as a little shuddering sound left the brunet's lips. All the while, the hand between Sal's thighs played curiously. Feeling over the hardened bulge still covered in soft cotton. Nothing too invasive... as his fingers teased along the length of it, giving the member a few little pets. But then he eased his hands away, and his fingertips smoothed along the front of Sal's hips. He smoothed slow circles into the covered flesh and bone. He let the other suckle at his neck a while more, before Thomas lifted one of his hands, cupped the blond's jaw and tipped his head up. His lips brushed back over his, as his mouth demanded another kiss. Light dustings of kisses, till he captured Sal's lower lip and tugged on it teasingly. His teeth brushed the flesh as he released it. And soon his tongue took it's first jump into the other man's mouth. He found the blond's and caressed his back and forth along the wet slick surface. Seems he was just as addicted to those kisses as Sal was. The hand still lingering as Sal's hip toyed along the rim of his boxers. His fingers crept along, teasing beneath the elastic band, before his thumbs hooked into the edge and began to tug them down, an inch or two. They stopped short of Sal's length, but provided plenty of bare flesh along his hips and abdomen. Curious fingers traced his prominent hip bones through the flesh, and on down the sensual V of Sal's torso, till his fingers were playfully stroking through the nest of golden curls peeking out from the top of his boxers. |
| ~*yes, as you wanted, I gave everything to you*~ | |
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| onyx | Apr 22 2010, 10:15 PM Post #275 |
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Sal groaned as Thomas took the jump from surface kissing to deepening a kiss for himself. Sal opened for him, tongue flicking against the warm, wet visitor. He sucked lightly at the muscle, encouraging it to stay and play a while. His fingers kneaded at the flesh under them, at the curve where hip became rear, pleased little sounds rumbling in his chest and throat. Thomas continued kissing him and Sal was more than happy to let him, playfully pinning the man’s tongue to the roof of his mouth with his own tongue. He smiled against Thomas lips as he did it, blond brow twitching faintly. He was fully hard now, thanks to the petting and attention the brunet had paid his boxer-clad length. He felt his hips arch a little when the hand moved, a small protest, but his shaft and body was too disappointed by the shift considering the hand didn’t go far. It was still there on his body, stroking low on his abdomen and toying with the elastic band of his shorts, teasing fingers dipping in just under the fabric. It was a little maddening, but deliciously so and he groaned for more. Wish seemingly granted, Sal shifted to help Thomas drag down his boxers as far as the brunet wanted. He didn’t try to shuck them the rest of the way off, but his hands itched to; instead, he let Thomas do as he pleased, curious. He was rewarded with fingers touching and stroking again, not against his hot length, but in other interesting places – his stomach tightened, muscle constricting and pulling in to the curious tracing of his abdominal oblique. Breaking their kiss, Sal licked his lips, hanging on to the man’s taste as long a he could, and leant his face in against the side of Thomas’. He just rest it there a moment, breathing a bit harshly. After a short moment though, he nuzzled and mouthed softly at the man’s ear. He kissed the shell, eyes closed. “Can I touch you?” He asked quietly against the Brit’s ear, hand brushing over the fabric of Thomas’ white briefs, fingers grazing just outside of his groin to solidify his meaning. |
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| passionflower | Apr 22 2010, 10:44 PM Post #276 |
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The Brit enjoyed the languid and playful kiss. The way by which Sal suckled upon his exploring tongue, and even trapped it against the roof of his mouth. He let out his own soft groans of enjoyment, as his lips melded fully over Sal's. His own hips arched up into the touches of Sal's hands on his lower body, along his hip and toward his backside. Their lips finally parted and Thomas drew in a shaky breath. His cheek rested against Sal's. He couldn't help but nuzzle against the other man, green eyes fluttering closed as he soaked up the closeness. His nose brushed a soft trail along the side of the blond's jaw, as he listened to his little question. He felt his ear warm as Sal's mouth lingered near, letting his breaths wash over the sensitive flesh. "Yes," he replied, simply. No hesitance, despite his intoxicated state. "Touch me," he added quietly, as his own lips brushed Sal's ear. His hips eagerly pressed into Sal's hand. Just a bit needy was an understatement. The brunet's hands in the mean time had slid along the lowered waist band of Sal's boxers, and his hands slid down the back, pushing it down over his ass. He palmed the warm supple flesh there, squeezing and groping gently, as he pulled his hips forward, leaving little room between them, even less than before. Full kiss swollen lips kissed slowly along Sal's cheek, along his stubble covered jaw and up to his lips finally. A few short sweet pecks followed, before his lips angled and crushed over Sal's once more. God he loved his mouth... The feel of it on his own. |
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| onyx | Apr 22 2010, 11:06 PM Post #277 |
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Despite permission given to touch freely, Sal didn’t immediately grab and grope at the body arching and pressing in close to his own. Instead, he returned small little pecking kissed, thumb brushing over a hipbone. His brows furrowed over tight as a hand pushed the back of his boxers down and palmed at his backside, mouth accepting the crush of another against it. It was only then as they delved into each other’s mouths, eager and wanting, addicted, that he let his hands start wandering. At first he just slid his hand down over the man’s crotch, cupping the hard bulge beneath the cotton. Just the feel of it made him groan aloud into Thomas’ mouth, fingers gently squeezing and assessing what he was feeling. It felt wonderful, hot and hard against his palm. He stroked through cotton, much like Thomas had down to him, tracing the hard ridge under tight fabric. “Devo farti duro, bello?” He murmured against the brunet’s lips around kisses, squeezing and rubbing against the arousal under his hand. Before long, he was getting bolder about it, dipping his fingers up under the cotton through a leg hole and grazing the hot flesh contained there. He caught Thomas’ bottom lip in his teeth, biting softly and tugging gently at the kiss bruised petal. Wrapping fingers around the hem of the undergarment’s legs, Sal tugged slowly while he continued to nibble at the man’s mouth. He pulled just enough to put Thomas’ briefs even with the placement of his boxers, revealing lean, sensual lines and dark hair. He thumbed into the groove of muscle, sliding one hand down, fingers pressing past the waistline and tips just grazing against the base of the brunet’s swollen member. He released Thomas’ lip at that first touch, blue eyes watching the man’s face and jaw falling open a little around an inhale. |
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| passionflower | Apr 23 2010, 12:39 AM Post #278 |
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Thomas shuddered softly as he continued to suckle and kiss the other man's mouth. Leisurely and almost lazily. He was warm all over, very aware of every touch being given to him. And of course the delicious taste of the other man's mouth bursting over his tongue. Tingles ran down his spine, as little jolts of arousal shot straight to his groin from the feel of Sal's hand gently cupping his sensitive length through the cotton of his briefs. Incredibly hard, he was... all from kissing and touching and being touched by the other man. Seems although Thomas was usually such a restricted man, he was quite sensual beneath the suits and ties... He was only human, after all. A loud moan escaped the brunet's mouth, echoing into Sal's as the blond palmed at his arousal. Waves of pleasure swam over his system, causing the brunet to nearly choke on his own breath. "S-sì..." he gasped against the other's lips. He forced a heavy breath, coming out a moan, from his lungs. He gripped tightly to Sal's hips, as his hips arched forward. Another pleasure drenched sound dripped from him as Sal teased and bit lightly at the lower lip. Briefs were tugged down a bit, exposing slender hips and a trimmed thatch of dark curls. Thomas attempted to draw in a deep breath, as Sal's fingers teased along the base of his length. Throbbing and hot. He let out a huff of breath as his mouth pressed back to Sal's. His thumbs hooked back into the elastic of Sal's boxers, and he shucked them down the last few inches, baring the other man entirely. He kept yanking down, till the fabric was off of Sal's legs and tossed to the floor nearby. Surprisingly, Thomas broke the kiss to peek down at the full sight of the other man's member, bare, hot and throbbing between his thighs. Though with the lights out, it made it a bit hard to see all that much. Despite, Thomas trailed his tongue over his lips, spared a peck to Sal's chin, and his hand cupped his soft sacs. Long fingers trailed up from the sacs to the base, to the leaking tip. He toyed his thumb against the slit, spreading the slick pre along his crown. |
| ~*yes, as you wanted, I gave everything to you*~ | |
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| onyx | Apr 23 2010, 06:41 AM Post #279 |
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“Thomas…” Sal groaned the brunet’s name as the last of his clothes was shucked off and the surprisingly sensual Brit toyed with his arousal. He leaned his face in against the other man’s, small, blunted sounds of pleasure leaking out of him and hips canting forward into dexterous fingers. The heavy, hot pool in his stomach and groin grew heavier, hotter, starting to thrum as Thomas touched him. With attention circling where his body wanted it most, Sal slowly pulled his thoughts back together and decided Thomas’ was a wonderful idea. He worked tight white cotton off the brunet’s lower body, hands sliding down thighs and further to push the garment off and away. Being naked with Thomas Hayward was a strange though, but physically, it was just about the most incredible thing Sal had ever felt. A thumb at his tip dragged a ragged groan out of his chest, his fingers involuntarily flexing and back arching. Huffs of his breath fanned Thomas’ face, Sal’s mouth seeking the other man’s again as he took his first full touch to the hot flesh between the brunet’s lean thighs. He groaned again, into Thomas’ mouth as his fingers slid up one side of the pulsing shaft, curling around it at the tip and pumping down once. Moisture from the tip was spread, slicking the way for his fingers and palm. The weight in his hand was good and the pressure against his own arousal was just right, curious new exploration in them both. He felt the brunet out, hand immediately trying to learn the fit of Thomas in his palm – it was surprisingly easy to do. His mouth remained nestled close to Thomas’, more drawing in shuttering breath than kissing at the moment. |
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| passionflower | Apr 23 2010, 12:13 PM Post #280 |
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Thomas shuddered as he heard his name fall from the blond's lips. Their cheeks brushed, as his nose pressed against the side of Sal's jaw. His long fingers slowly wrapped about the hot shaft in his hand. He gave the member it's first experimental pump, from root to tip. Slick and hot in his hand... it felt good. His own hips lifted as best they could, to allow the briefs to be tugged down his thighs and off entirely. His own intimate flesh was hard and needy as it pressed up against his thigh and abdomen, as if seeking a hand to caress it. Thomas moaned into the following kiss. He nipped at his mouth, drinking from the blond and suckling the moans and sounds that left Sal's throat. The brunet's brows furrowed as Sal's hand wrapped fully about his sensitive length. A gasp of his own left his lips, getting lost in the cavern of Sal's mouth. Hips arched forward instinctively into the delicious stroking. Thomas' fingers tightened their grip gently upon the hot rod of flesh in his grip. He languidly beat the rock hard arousal, up and down the length Sal had to offer. Their lips had since fallen apart, but still lingered, as the two men were nestled close together and lost in the growing sensual touches. Curious hands, feeling along the most intimate part of each other. Lashes fell over Thomas' eyes, as he tipped his chin up, and tenderly nuzzled against Sal's face. His nose brushed and bumped the other man's, as their lips would lightly touch. His own were partly open, as torrents of hot breaths and shuddering sounds continued to echo forth. His free hand, in the mean time, went about resting at Sal's hip. He gave it a squeeze, before it began to move, in a gentle brush down over his thigh, then back up, along his ribs and side. Up and down. Despite the building arousal he was dealing with on one hand, the touches were so sweet and loving. Nothing that Sal likely got on a regular basis. Love didn't come from one night flings... |
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| onyx | Apr 23 2010, 06:37 PM Post #281 |
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They fell into another languid rhythm, Sal surprisingly happy to comply. He was used to rushed intimacy, if you could even call what he got actual intimacy most of the time. But this was good; the slow boil in his loins, making him twitch and his breath hitch with every upward stroke of his partner’s hand. Plus, the slower pumping and squeezing of their hands on each other allowed for lazy kissing and open-mouthed brushes of lips. Sal was vastly becoming a fan of the whole thing. He loved being able to breath in Thomas’ exhales and offer the brunet his to inhale, the two of them sharing air between them. The close proximity allowed for heat to build up between their bodies, making things snug and cozy, not too hot to be uncomfortable but warm enough to make skin pleasantly soft and moist in certain areas. Affectionate nuzzling and bumping of noses had his chest fluttering each time. And the hand stroking over his side, from thigh to ribs… it sent small tremors of pleasure up and down his spine, the blond practically purring and curling in tighter against the brunet. It was so tender, so sweet… loving even. Even Sal recognized that. And he was eager for it to continue, having never felt anything very much like it before. Sal was breathing equally as stuttered as Thomas was, his eyes dropping closed in an attempt to feel even more than the already incredible sensations he was. They never stayed closed long though, blue eyes cracking back open to look at the face right against his; a part of his mind was still amazed at the situation they’d gotten into, another was faintly worried, but his pleasure outweighed them all. “Sei così bello…” Sal couldn’t help but whisper, around a soft gasp, his hips shifting up into the movement of Thomas’ hand on his shaft. His own tightened around Thomas’ arousal, jerking and pumping the man in time to Thomas’ hand on him. His free hand reached up between their chests and dragged lazy patterns into the brunet’s skin, tracing lines of muscle and tone, circling pert nubs and teasing over them lightly. |
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| passionflower | Apr 23 2010, 08:04 PM Post #282 |
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Thomas drew in a slow breath and let it out in a delicious quiver. A month of pent up love and sensual need, just pouring out of him. Loneliness and sadness had been coiled around him. But it seemed being there, with Sal, had banished those forces... at least for now. His green eyes were half open, between bouts of lazy kisses. The Brit couldn't help the soft smile that turned up the edges of his mouth, when he heard those soft words leave the blond's lips. In response, he pressed his lips warmly to the other man's. The hand at his side slid up, to cup the back of Sal's head. His fingers buried themselves in the short soft blond hair at the nape of his neck. He tenderly suckled the plush lower lip of the blond into his mouth. Their lips locked fully. That ever lingering intimacy never left, even as Thomas pressed a bit firmer to the other man's mouth. He caught his lower lip between his teeth, giving it a rougher tug than before as a shuddering breath left him. The delicious poison of arousal was becoming hard to ignore, as it tingled over every inch of his body and caused his loins to tighten all the more. As if to communicate his neediness, his hand gave the shaft in his grip a harder squeeze. His palm and fingers by this point were slick... dirty. Considering how the Englishman was always so mortified about getting dirty things on his hands, he seemed pretty content with his palms getting slick in this intimate moment. The caressing and stroking he dealt the blond increased in aggression. His own arousal was throbbing under Sal's hand, pulsing hotly against his hand. Thomas lips fell from Sal's as he let out a little shivering gasp. His brows furrowed as his forehead rested against Sal's chin. "Please..." he husked out the word. "More..." he bit his lip, his voice hardly the refined accented tone it usually was. Now it was airy, sultry. His hips were moving in full rolling waves, increasing in their speed and sexual hunger. |
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| onyx | Apr 30 2010, 01:07 PM Post #283 |
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There was something nothing short of incredible about feeling someone smiling against your mouth. Sal felt the response of his words curl the brunet’s lips as they kissed and felt a flutter in his chest and stomach. There was nothing else like feeling someone smile; he wasn’t sure if he’d ever felt it before or not, but if he had, then this was the first time he’d ever paid any attention to it. A groan spilled from him at the pinch of teeth on his bottom lip, Sal licking out at Thomas’ top lip and arching into the fingers working themselves into his hair. Another gasping groan leapt out of his throat at the sudden increase of pace and pressure of Thomas’ hand on his pulsing shaft. His hips jerked up into the hold, thrusting with the movement. His eyes had fallen shut, tight, brow furred and beaded with sweat; his heart was thumping loudly in his ears, but he did manage to hear the airy, husked plea from his partner. His mouth worked sloppy kisses against the other’s forehead and hairline, content to let Thomas keep his head where it was at his chin. His hand around the brunet complied to the man’s wants, tightening and quickening, wrist twisting just so at the head. Sal could feel the clench of approaching climax in the pit of his stomach, down low, making his toes and lower back tense. His breathing was harsh and ragged, panting out through his nose as he battle orgasm until he could feel Thomas approach it with him. His free hand slid around to the brunet’s back, his fingers dancing down the man’s spine. He rubbed the pads of his fingers into the dip at Thomas’ lower spine, brushing the top of his warm, taunt bottom. It wasn’t long before he was exploring further, tentatively at first, slowly. Dry fingers slid down between round cheeks, grazing over the brunet’s intimate opening. Inhaling sharply, pleasure spiking through him like it’s been himself that was touched, Sal swallowed hard around a groan and nuzzled into the brunet’s hairline. He touched Thomas there, feeling and rubbing, applying gradual, careful pressure; Sal had the presence of mind though, despite his high of arousal, not to take it any further. He left it to touching, remaining surface deep the entire time and simply stimulating from the outside while he thrust into Thomas’ aggressive hand and provided the Brit with his own. ((Exams are a beeetch! Sorry this took so long to get out <3 )) |
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| passionflower | Apr 30 2010, 04:59 PM Post #284 |
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Thomas let out his own gasp as Sal gave him what he'd requested---a more aggressive stroke and tightening fingers about his arousal. His hips gave soft, trembling little bucks up into the blond's offered hand. His own body was tightening all over, muscles clenching around tendons and bone. His brow continued to brush against Sal's chin as he absorbed the kisses being placed to his hairline and forehead. His own hair had begun to stick along his flesh, wet with a light coat of sweat. The brunet's natural scent overwhelming in those moments. Intimate and unique to Thomas. His head tipped up, as his nose brushed softly against the side of Sal's chin. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in growing bliss as his nose brushed back and forth, along his jaw, till their mouths were hovering. Light teasing brushes, noses bumping... just brimming with sensual intimacy The Brit's hand, all the while, kept to it's task. Especially as he seemed to sense the tension curling up in the blond's very muscles of his body. It was an incredible feeling... knowing he was affecting the other man beside him so strongly. At the feel of Sal's curious hand brushing down his back, the Brit's cheeks tightened profusely in response to the touches. His pink opening puckered against the gentle brushing of the other man's fingertips. Shudders of pleasure trickled up his spine, and back down to rest in his throbbing groin. Going rigid against the blond, Thomas' jaw fell open as he seemed to practically choke on his own breaths. His chest heaved, as a loud moan erupted from him. The hot shaft within Sal's hand seemed to spasm beneath his palm, as the thick spurts of the Brit's fruition dirtied his hand. Thomas panted as he slowly came down from his high. His face buried itself in Sal's neck and collar, hot breaths spilling over the damp flesh. "Paul..." he let out the breathless name of a man who'd long passed. "I love you, Paul..." he whispered, so tenderly. His body slowly calmed as he laid there, nestled in Sal's arms. Lost in memories, in desires. And Sal's face made it so easy for him to lose his touch with reality. Well... that coupled with the wine, and the dizzying bliss... (( xD it's alright. I had my own stuff to deal with this week so it's all good. And I bought Sherlock Holmes today. This movie had better be epic >> lol ! )) |
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| onyx | Apr 30 2010, 10:05 PM Post #285 |
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Thomas’ orgasm triggered Sal’s, the tightening of the man’s body against his and the jerking, the sounds… all coupled together, it was too much for Sal to take in along with the continued stimulation to his painfully erect cock. A blunted shout escaped Sal, throat working compulsively and ears ringing with the sound of Thomas moaning loudly before him. He came, hard, toes curling and muscle spasming beneath his skin. In long spurts, the blond painted the brunet’s hand just as his was being painted, hot and sticky. Panting, Sal had to keep his eyes closed a long moment – he didn’t have the ability to open them right then even if he’d wanted to. He just breathed in the scent of them together, Thomas and his own, sweat and cum and panting breath. His hand slid up from between clenching cheeks to rest on Thomas’ lower back as the man burrowed into his neck. Just short of real contentment seeping into him… Sal felt himself still when Thomas started talking. He didn’t go rigid, too spent for his body to do so, but if he hadn’t just climaxed he was pretty sure he would have gone bone breaking stiff against the other man. Paul… Lead weighed down in the pit of his stomach, blue eyes opening to stare at the wall and his empty bed across from them. Paul Of course, Paul. Thomas had been in love… STILL loved the deceased blond. Of course he’d still think in terms of his passed lover when being intimate. OF course Thomas would look at him through the haze of alcohol and see Paul. He’d been an idiot, Sal realized, to think maybe Thomas had actually been acting on suppressed attraction for him. Of course he hadn’t been… he’d bee drunk and saw what looked like Paul and reacted naturally, missing his lover. Just because Sal knew this, understood it, didn’t mean it didn’t sting. Just because he couldn’t really blame Thomas, couldn’t be mad about any of it, didn’t mean he wasn’t disappointed and yeah… kind of hurt. What was wrong with him, anyway? How come Paul was so much better? Ok, yes, he smoked and cussed and drank and slept around… but he’d cut back on smoking, sort of. He couldn’t help the cussing, but he could curb it a bit too if he tried. And it’s not like Paul didn’t drink, or even that Thomas didn’t. And he hadn’t slept around in… well, not since Andy. He wasn’t so terrible was he? He was no Paul, smart, sweet, well-mannered Paul, but was Salvatore so terrible? Maybe it was… yeah, it probably was. Who was he kidding? He didn’t hold a candle to Paul and he knew it. Plus, it wasn’t like Thomas loved him. The brunet loved Paul and Sal already knew he was nothing like Paul and doubted he ever really could be. And even if he could, he didn’t actually want to be Paul. He liked being Sal. But obviously, Sal wasn’t the blond Italian twin Thomas wanted. Sighing, Sal just tucked a kiss to the top of the brunet’s head and rubbed his hand along the man’s spine. His eyes tracked the wall across from them, brow puckered. “Vai a dormire, bello.,” he murmured to the man curled against him. He’d wait until Thomas fell asleep, then he’d get them cleaned up, he decided as he stared at the wall. He’d dress the man in his sleep close, cover him up and then he’d go to his own bed. Pretend this didn’t happen. Let Thomas lump the whole incident as an alcohol induced dream or something… better to do that then likely hurt, probably destroy, the brunet by telling him the truth. Even if it hurt to deny it and pretend it didn’t happen, Sal knew he’d have to do it… Thomas would hate him, and himself if he knew the truth. Sal was sure of that. And the blond didn’t think he could handle accusing disgust directed at him from beautiful green eyes. So, he tucked another kiss against the other man’s forehead and remained still beside him until he felt Thomas drift off and slide under the blanket of sleep. He followed his plan, using a washcloth from the bathroom to clean them both up and then carefully maneuvered Thomas into his briefs, pajama pants and shirt. It took a while, Sal moving slow and careful not to wake the man up, but he eventually got the job done. The wine bottle got corked and put over on the desk and then Sal got himself dressed and into bed. He lay on his side with his back to Thomas’ bed… it took forever to get to sleep. His mind just wouldn’t let go and his stomach was unsettled, making him uncomfortable and uneasy. He didn’t want to be Paul and he didn’t want Thomas to think of him as Paul. Didn’t want him to seek Pau out through him. He wanted the brunet to want him… Sal. But, it didn’t look like that was going to happen. Even if he wasn’t much like his brother, he still looked like him, and there wasn’t much he could do about that. He eventually fell sleep worrying his lip and thinking about it… |
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