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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 01:28 AM Post #106 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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The brunet felt his stomach flutter with the wings of those typical butterflies as the blond finished up closing up and soon they were out on the sidewalk. He watched him yank out his pack of cigarettes, and without a word, he took one of the sticks. He let the blond light him up, and he took a slow drag. He smiled a little as he glanced side long to Sal. But he too was quiet as they walked along the few blocks to Sal's place. Before long they were climbing up some stairs, and the door was opened to Sal's place. Andy snubbed out his cig as well and blew out the last of the smoke from his lungs. He looked around curiously, but didn't get very long, since.. Sal grabbed his attention. "... Yeah... Just turned 20 a month ago," he informed. Five years younger than Sal, but still legal. His eyes drifted over to Sal's hands as they grabbed the hem of the shirt on his body. He didn't waste much time... at all. His eyes lifted as Sal motioned for him to follow. He did so, after of course kicking off his own sneakers. He'd yanked off his hoodie, leaving him in a simple green tee that brought out his eyes all the more. His eyes lingered on the blond as he was soon sitting on the edge of the bed. Shirtless, inviting. The younger man felt light headed, giddy, and nervous all at once. When Sal motioned him over, he swallowed about the nervous lump in his throat, then walked on over. He had a lanky figure, not nearly as defined or broad as Thomas was, but considering he was five years younger it made sense. He stepped up, till he was standing between Sal's legs as the blond remained sitting on the bed. Andy's hands slowly lifted then, and hesitantly draped around Sal's neck. "So am I your type?" he asked quietly, finding it odd to... not talk at the moment. Maybe a reflection of jitters. But not enough to make him stop this. |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 01:46 AM Post #107 |
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Just turned twenty, well, it was better than having just turned eighteen. No worries at all than, Sal could go in to this with at least that guilt a nonfactor in the matter. Small victories. The hoodie was gone and Sal could see that the brunet really was slighter than the body he was actually thinking about, but it was close enough. Plus, the green t-shirt helped, bringing out the color in the other’s eyes and drawing Sal’s gaze there. When Andy came to him, Sal titled his head up to keep looking at the other’s green eyes at the closer range. Hands draped around his neck reminded him of a hug two nights prior and he sighed, momentarily closing his eyes to absorb the feeling and bask in it a little. Andy smelled nothing like Thomas, but all Sal could really smell were the cigarettes they’d smoked so it wasn’t so hard to overlook the fact that he couldn’t smell warm cologne or tea on the body in front of him. “Mmm…” Sal hummed a sound when asked if Andy was his type. He cast another look over the brunet, thinking more along the lines of Thomas than the student actually here – maybe not fair and a lot wrong, but he was being honest with himself, if not anyone else. He looked at the brown hair and the green eyes, vibrant green eyes, soft mouth and long, defined throat. His hands found Andy’s hips and his fingers wrapped around them, thumbs pressing into the denim covering the place where he knew thigh met torso. He nodded slowly, brow jumping, “Yah. Yah, I guess so.” Thomas was his type, though he’d have never thought so. He was a somewhat rowdy fellow, so he’d always gone for people of the like. Someone like Andy who was casual and smoked and smiled easily was his type. He probably really would have gone for the brunet had he never met Thomas. It was his usual, after all. Eager and for the most part pleasant, with a nice body and face. Thomas was attractive, but just about everything else about him didn’t match up to Sal’s norm. Yet, the brunet had consumed the majority of his thoughts and he’d… well, he genuinely wanted to be around him. He was attracted, physically, for sure, but surprisingly also on a mental and personal level. He liked talking to and teasing Thomas. He liked how his accent formed words and how smart he was. Sighing again, Sal slid his hands up to push the green shirt, revealing the skin of Andy’s stomach. He put his mouth there, just resting it there at first and then brushing across it, letting his tongue taste while his hands continued to push on the shirt until Andy stripped it off. |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 02:57 AM Post #108 |
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The young student smiled as Sal informed him he was his type. Well as good as a 'guess so' could count as anyway. His hands slowly slid up the back of Sal's neck and brushed through his blond hair at his nape. Andy lowered his head as his eyes softened and he watched as Sal pushed his shirt up and pressed a warm linger kiss to his belly. He bit his lip as his stomach muscles tightened. The tongue was a pleasant surprise too... A little shiver passed down his spine and the young brunet arched a little. His arms lifted, as he yanked the shirt the rest of the way off. His arms wrapped back around Sal's shoulders. Andy's slender hips swayed a little, in Sal's grip. And his fingertips were soon tracing curious patterns along the Italian's flesh. They trailed down to his pectorals, feeling over the tight flesh and muscle beneath. "Nm..." he let out a little moan. A hand remained buried in Sal's hair while the other skimmed up and down the length of the blond's back. The cool air had since assaulted the younger male's body, causing the cute pink buds on his chest to perk. Goosebumps formed over his arms, from the touching and the cold of the air. And a little shiver trickled down his spine. "So... what are you... gonna do to me?" Andy husked, voice suggestive and his body reacting properly in support. A little arch of his hips. The front of his jeans were already growing relatively tight, and the youth let out a faint huff of a whine. |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 06:31 AM Post #109 |
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dream a little bigger, darling <3
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Sal’s neck and shoulders shifted under the touches, the blond leaning just so into the fingers in his hair. Encouraging it. It felt good and he had to wonder if this was how Thomas had felt when he’d done it for him, on the floor while he cried and again on the couch when he was half asleep. Andy’s shirt was gone and Sal continued mouthing and tonguing at different points low on the brunet’s stomach, feeling each time the other contracted muscles and chasing the movement. Before long, he pushed at the younger’s hips to give himself the room to bring his legs together and then pulled them back towards him again, pulling Andy into straddling his thighs. His mouth lifted up the brunet’s chest, finding peddled nipples and licking into the groove of his collarbone, into the soft hollow at the base of the student’s throat. His hands slid up Andy’s back, tracing his spine, than back down to his hips; one continued back to grasp at the pert ass and the other came down in front to palm over the front of his pants. An interested hum left the blond when he felt the telltale start of a bulge beneath the denim. Pressure was beginning to build in his own groin by this point, but he paid it no mind in favor of bothering the brunet’s. He smirked against the student’s throat, kneading and lightly squeezing the front of his jeans. “What’m I gonna do to you?” The suggestive husk drew an airy little chuckle out of Sal. He yanked at the brunet, turning and practically tackling him over onto his back on the mattress, himself still settled between Andy’s legs and leaning over him. He bit at the brunet’s neck and the junction to his shoulder, just little nips that hardly even turned pink under his mouth. “Well first,” he explained lowly against Andy’s ear while his hands traced down his chest and stomach to his jeans. “First, you’re gonna be quiet. No more talkin' out of you.” He popped the button in the brunet’s jeans and slid down the zipper with practiced hands, “And Second, I’m gonna do whatever I want to you. Don’t worry though…” he told him as he began tonguing and mouthing back down the front of the brunet’s chest in the same fashion his hands had gone, heading south. “…you’ll like it.” Perhaps telling the brunet not to talk anymore was a little unfair and mean, but honestly… he didn’t sound like Thomas at all. And every time he opened his mouth it ruined the illusion for Sal and reminded him the body he was touching and tasting really wasn't the Brit. Of course, Andy didn’t know all this, so he couldn’t really get annoyed with the younger man; he was under the impression he was here because Sal was attracted and truly interested in him, not that he resembled another man closely enough that Sal could pretend it was actually him. So yeah, he really couldn’t be annoyed with the brunet. But if he would just stop talking… that’d be great, because if he didn’t Sal would just have to start ignoring him. And the blond would rather not have to do that; his partners tended to get all testy and complained a lot if he ignored them. Which just irked him. And he’d rather not be in a negative mindset while he did this, imagining Thomas the whole way through. |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 10:41 AM Post #110 |
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Andy let out a soft gasp as he was tugged down against Sal's lap. He nestled in quite easily, his smaller body light as it rested on his lap. The brunet kept his arms around Sal's neck, as his head tipped back and he let out a shuddering little breath as his front was further assaulted by Sal's lips. His hips gave shallow little bucks into the kneading hand of the older man. Though as startled gasp escaped the youth as he was pushed down into the mattress. His hands at that point rested above his head, causing his lanky upper torso to stretch sensually across the sheets. Dazed green eyes looked up at Sal as the blond told him to be quiet. Andy swiped a tongue over his lips to wet them, as his brows furrowed a bit. "Sorry... sometimes I don't know when to shut up..." he chuckled quietly, nervously. His hips arched up as the button and zipper came undone. The excited member beneath his red boxers was already pushing up against the fabric in a needy manner. Andy was panting a little, already, though his pulse hiked up a notch as Sal told him he'd enjoy whatever he was going to do. Andy didn't doubt it. His chest rose and fell with his uneven breaths, and he gasped as Sal nipped on down his front, toward his waiting, open jeans. A hand lifted, as fingers carded back into Sal's hair. Andy's legs fell open a bit more invitingly. Would Thomas even act anything like this... during sex? The man was so proper, it might have been a bit hard to picture. But he could always pretend... There was kinda one perk to the whole situation though. When Andy looked at him, he saw Sal... Not Paul. |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 10:57 AM Post #111 |
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In response to the apology, Sal paused and placed a kiss above the brunet’s navel – lingering and separate to anything else he was doing. He did kind of feel bad about telling the kid to be quiet. It wasn’t like he was talking too much to an annoying level or that he had a grating voice… were the circumstances different, Sal wouldn’t have minded. Probably would have preferred hearing the younger man talk to him. But he was doing this for a reason, had a specific goal he was trying to reach, and unfortunately, Andy’s voice just didn’t match up. He brushed his nose into the dip of the other’s navel, apologizing without saying anything. And then he continued with his earlier plan, mouth latching onto the skin of the brunet’s stomach and sucking tender little points into it. His hands was tugging the younger man’s jeans down his thighs and pushing the red material of his boxers out of the way. He smiled at the way Andy invited him in, opening up his thighs for him; it earned the kid another kiss, against the protrusion of bone in the front of his hips. The fingers in his hair and the small sounds, gasps and quiet exclamations of pleasure, were welcome. Sal practically arched into the hand carding his mussed blond hair, blue eyes shut as his mouth found the base of the freshly released arousal and suckled. It did cross his mind… would Thomas react anything like this? Sal just didn’t know. He imagined though that the Brit’s face would be engulfed in flame, blushing down his throat and to his ears. It’d be adorable and Sal knew he’d have to kiss every inch of the blushing face just to feel the heat of the skin. He wondered if he’d get Thomas to curse if he went down on him like he was about to do with Andy… he wondered if Thomas would touch his hair and encourage him or if he’d try to escape and push him away. He decided to just go with what he’d want… and he’d want the hand in his hair and the soft sounds and encouragement. So that’s what he imagined, happy to let Andy take the Brit’s place. Sal lapped at the base of Andy’s shaft, tasting salt and musk, his nose brushing against coarse dark hair. He flattened his tongue, dragging it up the side and over the head, teasing the slit there with practiced, knowing flicks. He parted his lips and took the flushing tip in, sucking hard then soft and slowly lowering his mouth down the erect flesh. |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 01:51 PM Post #112 |
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Andy let out a soft tremor as he felt the warm, wet kisses of the blond against his abdomen and on down toward the V of his lower torso. His flushed member was soon released, protruding forth from the red cotton of his boxers. Eager and needy. A gasping mewl escaped the younger as Sal's mouth suckled at the base of his length and teased against the dark nest of curls. Slender fingers tightened in his hair, as the brunet let out a torrent of sounds. Sal's mouth felt good, wrapped about his hardened flesh. His green eyes were partially closed, opened just enough to gaze down at the blond who was between his legs. His thighs quivered, as his free hand lifted and he bit down softly on the flesh of his thumb while his brows tweaked and squeezed together. "Nmm...!" his toes curled in his socks, while the pulsing shaft seemed to throb under the caressing of that devious tongue. Slick pre was flowing from him quite freely, getting all over Sal's tongue and lips. Unable to help himself, Andy bucked up against his face, as his hands clutched tightly at his hair. "Oh god!" he moaned out heatedly. Slender long legs wrapped about Sal's back, ankles hooking as his body continued to buck up against him in a hungry manner. Seeking his mouth... |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 02:17 PM Post #113 |
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The bite of Andy’s fingers again his skull pulled a little growl out of Sal, the blond arching his neck into the feeling. He kept up the pressure of his mouth around the younger man, hollowing out his cheeks as he bobbed. He placed his wide palm against Andy’s waist when he started bucking, Sal easing the frenzy – the last thing he needed was to gag on the kid. Talk about embarrassing. The eagerness in the brunet sent a thrill through his stomach though and he allowed the curl of legs around him, heels digging in a little. It was flattering, to say the least. Sal slurped and sucked for an indiscernible amount of time, lapping up the bitter pre that slicked up everything and coated the back of his throat and tongue. Andy’s needy little sounds fueling him on. He worked the brunet until he felt that eventual tightening in the younger’s belly, seeing the tension as much as feeling it, knowing climax was right there... and he pulled off before the kid could buck into completion, laving his tongue into the groove of his hips and smirking as he pinched his fingers around the base of Andy’s shaft and cut off his orgasm. He kept smirking as he sat up, aware that the move would probably piss the kid off. It would have pissed him off, for sure, but from the sound and look of him… Sal didn’t have to worry about Andy storming off in an offended huff. He chuckled low, voice husky from the over use of his throat just before and he stretched out over top of the other body, knocking hands from his hair, legs from around him, and wrapping his own hands around the brunet's. He pushed Andy’s back into the pillows, momentarily pinning them down. He grazed his teeth along the soft jaw, avoiding the student’s mouth, but letting his tongue leave small kisses under his chin. “Liked that?” He asked from under Andy’s chin, pressing his jean clad hips into the brunet’s bare ones and rolling them, letting his bedmate feel the hard ridge of his own arousal beneath the denim. “Ready for more?” He let go of Andy’s hands and tilted to the side, tugging open the drawer in his bedside table. He retrieved half a bottle of lube and a foil wrapped condom from within, dropping them on the mattress beside them. His hands then returned to the other’s body, smoothing over his shoulders and arms, his chest and sides to his hips, hooking his fingers there and pulling – guiding the other into turning over onto his stomach and then tugging his jeans and boxers completely free of him. Still in his jeans, Sal leant over the other, mouth finding the back of Andy’s neck and nipping, trailing his tongue along the line of his spine to about half way down before coming back up again. His hands held and rubbed over his sides, Sal feeling for telltale tension or discomfort. If this was going to work how he wanted, he needed it this way, so he couldn’t see the face that absolutely wasn’t Thomas’. But if Andy reacted negatively to the position he wouldn’t get anything at all, so without saying anything Sal spent some time touching and soothing the other’s back and shoulders, making sure he was relaxed enough to do this. He mouthed kisses down to the dip in Andy's lower back, worrying the base of his spine with his teeth while his hands made quick work of his jeans and boxers. The clothing got kicked off the bed to join the brunet's on the floor, Sal flattening his tongue against the small of Andy's back and lifting his hips with one hand while the other retrieved the bottle of lube. Opening the bottle, he squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers - he was so familiar with this process he could probably do it in his sleep, but this was kind of a different matter than all those other times... he was convincing is mind that this wasn't just a call-up whore or something. Thomas. He wanted this to be Thomas, and with him, this would be something he paid attention to. It would be kind of a big deal - which Sal hadn't fully come to terms with yet, but that didn't mean he didn't recognize that sex with Thomas would be different than any other fling he had. So Sal rest the side of his face against the small of Andy's back and stroked his slick fingers between the cheeks of his ass, slowly teasing every time they passed over his opening there. He tried to think of what Thomas would do at this point - would he tense up? Would he be scared? Would he babble? How would his voice sound if he did? Would he be eager or would he be mortified? Sal had no reference to be sure, but he wished he knew. Paul probably did... or maybe his brother didn't even know. Had he and Thomas been intimate? Sal had to assume they had been. They must have. He shook his head and propped his chin on the brunet's lower back, dislodging his thoughts. He didn't need to be thinking about whether or not his brother and the Brit had ever indulged in each other's bodies as intimately as this before right now. Sighing, he focused his eyes on the back of the younger man's head and pressed against his quivering hole, letting a finger slide in, his free hand rubbing at Andy's hip to soothe while he did. |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 05:54 PM Post #114 |
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The brunet was trembling a bit. His hips were forced to still as Sal took hold. He let out another little whining moan as he was tormented by his mouth. Delicious sucks and full hungry lips around him were driving him onward to that edge. The muscles in his body were tightening up, including his stomach and inner thighs. So close, so tight... ready to burst. Andy's eyes snapped open as Sal pulled off of him. He looked up at him and let out a little wince as his hand clenched tight to the base of his member. "You fucker," he seethed, brows pinched as he gave him a pouting look. None the less, he stayed put, and watched as Sal moved up over his body. He bit his lip as he gazed up at the other. His hands were pinned, as he felt his pulse shoot up. Andy's eyes closed as he let out a soft shuddering sound, from the feeling of teeth brushing his jaw and tongue trickling over the flesh. His green eyes opened a tad as he gazed up at the other man. "Mmhmm..." he answered in a hungry little hum as Sal asked him if he indeed wanted more... His hips gave a tempting little buck to further his interest. Curious green eyes flicked to the side as he watched Sal take out the bottom of lube and the condom in foil. He looked back up to Sal then, with a soft gaze. He felt palms smooth over his body, till fingers hooked on his hips and turned him over slowly. He did so, his stomach flat on the mattress and his bubble butt perked a little. His hips lifted as his pants and boxers were yanked the rest of the way off. The brunet glanced over his shoulder at Sal. Any tension he did feel, at the realization Sal was wanting to take him like an animal would, was soothed from the caressing of his fingers along his body. He shuddered softly, and closed his eyes. He relaxed into the soft mattress. Soft skin prickled in response to the warm wet kisses being placed along his back. He let out little puffs of air into the pillows as his fingers dug into the soft pillowcases and sheets. The little pink hole puckered at the feel of Sal's lube covered finger. And a little groan escaped the younger man as the long digit was eased into him. He sucked down on it, tightly, though his body seemed rather used to this sort of stimulation. He licked his lips hungrily, and couldn't help the little buck against the hand at his backside. But truly, Sal could have really no idea if this was how Thomas would behave in such an intimate situation. No way he was going to know. He wasn't Paul and... him and Thomas at best friend friends and pseudo-half-brothers. So... no way. But considering how different Thomas and Andy were... |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 06:56 PM Post #115 |
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The buck and ease in which Andy took to the stimulation cleared out any half concerns Sal might have had. No worries that the id would bolt. No worries and complications over this being a first time and the brunet getting attached or clingy. The hungry tightness of the younger man shot like venom through his blood, heating him from the core out. He throbbed, beginning to feel the ache of lust and want in the pit of his stomach the longer he worked his finger. Soon, one digit became two and then ultimately three, Sal tormenting the brunet’s prostate whenever he could. He stretched the kid out and thoroughly slicked him up with the lube, fingers scissoring and curling and thrusting. When he was satisfied that Andy was about at his wit’s end with pleasure, Sal removed his fingers and tore at the foil packet with his teeth. He rolled the rubber on and slicked himself up with the remainder of the lube on his hands. Beyond ready, he shifted on his knees and drew Andy’s hips up and back, positioning himself where he needed to be. He pushed his forehead into the back of one of the brunet’s shoulders while he breached the younger man at a constant, steady pace, keeping up the pressure and not hesitating until he was fully sheathed inside Andy’s hot, clenching heat. Sal panted wetly against the student’s shoulder, eyes clenched shut tightly and the muscles in his thighs trembling as he struggled to keep himself together – Andy was tight, and he was already almost at his breaking point at the first push. His fingers clenched on the brunet’s hips, flexed, his nose burying itself into the soft brown hair at the back of his bedmate’s head. He didn’t say anything, chest and throat rumbling with a toe curling groan as he pulled back a bit and push it the hilt again. He did the motion again, and again, working himself into a rhythm while he mouthed at the back of Andy’s neck and ear. |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 08:34 PM Post #116 |
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Andy gripped tighter to the pillows in front of him, as his arm muscles tightened and his hips further arched up into the feel of Sal's finger as it teased and stretched him slowly. His cheek leaned into the pillow beneath his head as his eyes closed. Heated moans continued to drift from his lips. A second finger was soon added. Then a third. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as Sal worked him further open, loosening, stretching... His arousal throbbed against his abdomen and the mattress beneath him. His vision was swimming, when Sal eased his fingers from him. He lifted his head lazily, as he heard the foil rip. A shiver ran up his head as Sal ripped the pack with his teeth. Then the hot slick head of the blond was nestling against his opening. A cry escaped his lips as the long hot shaft slid so easily into him, filling his molten tightness. His whole body tensed up, and his hips arched in a feline-in-heat fashion, causing his back to arch downward and his knees to dig into the mattress. "Shit!" he hissed out, not from pain, but from how good it felt. He felt the blond leaning against his shoulder. One of his hands lifted then, and reached back, cupping Sal's neck and nape. He leaned his head against the blond's temple. His body jolted as Sal thrust into him a second time. Before long they'd worked into a slow rhythm. The younger man beneath him was shuddering and crying out quite vocally. In those moments, the phone in Sal's jean's pocket began to ring... |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 08:51 PM Post #117 |
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Sal arched into the grasp around his nape, biting at the brunet’s shoulder and groaning in response to every cry he wrung out of the younger male. The shuddering beneath him only fueled him on; Sal increasing the tempo of his thrusts, aiming to make Andy’s shouts all the louder and involuntary. His hands wrapped tight around the brunet’s hips and pulled him back into every thrust, sinking in deeper each time. When his phone went off, he almost didn’t hear it. In his defense, he was pretty damn preoccupied. When he heard it though, his head turned on Andy’s shoulder in the direction his pants had been kicked off. Normally, he’d just let the call go to voicemail in moments like these, so he honest to God had no earthly idea what compelled him to brace a hand on the small of Andy’s back and reach over the side of the bed for his jeans – careful to keep himself inside his bedmate despite the slow of his hips and extreme bend to the side. He didn’t look at the screen before he filled the thing open, which was probably a huge mistake on his part, but, again, he was preoccupied. Wasn’t thinking on all thrusters here and the majority of the blood he needed to properly think things through was all pooled down in his groin, leaving very little for his brain to function on. His hand on Andy’s back lifted to bat his head lightly before gripping his shoulder, an indication to keep quiet. He pulled on the brunet’s shoulder though, not stopping even for a phone call, and proceeded to continue his thrusting. “Yah? Yah, what? Who is it?” Sal husked into the phone, frowning as he attempted to divide his attention between the phone and the body beneath him. His eyes were tightly shut, the blond trying to cool his breathing a bit even as his renewed thrusting sent it haywire. |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 09:21 PM Post #118 |
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Andy shuddered and continued to cry out with each buck of Sal's hips. Powerful thrusts. His arousal ground and rubbed against the mattress. His whole body shook a bit, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He had been totally oblivious to the sound of the phone going off. That was, until Sal leaned over to fetch the phone from his discarded jeans. He bit his lip, and glanced at him. "What are you doing...?" he hissed out as his fingers tightened in the sheets. He let out a huff as the other gave his head a little thwack to keep quiet. He glanced up at the blond, as his brows furrowed a bit. Couldn't he have just let it go to damn voice mail? ... Meanwhile, Thomas had just finished a late dinner. He'd arrived back at his hotel room, and was curled up in his pajamas, on his bed, with nothing much on the hotel TV. He'd been thinking a lot the prior day or two. In fact... he'd wanted to call the blond much earlier. But... he'd stopped himself. He figured Sal would like some time away from him. And he hardly wanted to become a thorn in the blond's side. Considering that 'Salvatore's' was closed up by now, he'd figured the blond would be off and at home, maybe. And... after taking a day and then some to compose himself, he figured maybe Wednesday would be the day he went to Greenwood. His chest had tightened at the very idea. But he had to do it. He had to ... So, of course he should call Sal, finalize some plans. He'd chewed on his lip a bit as the phone rang a few times. Though as the blond answered, he tensed a bit at the roughness that Sal answered the phone. "... It's Thomas. I'm not interrupting anything am I? ... Seems a bit early for you to be going to sleep," he murmured. His voice did sound quite different from Andy's. British and a tone deeper than the young Andy's. "I was hoping we could discuss ... Greenwood, for tomorrow," he added quietly. Thomas' brows furrowed a little. "Where you running? ... you sound out of breath," he murmured. Meanwhile, beneath the blond, Andy was panting himself, hissing into the pillows as Sal continued to ram into his tight body. |
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| onyx | Apr 15 2010, 09:38 PM Post #119 |
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Sal almost swallowed his tongue, eyes snapping open to comical width, shock freezing up his body. Thomas. Or course it would be Thomas. Just his luck. Two days with no word and the second he manages to find some relief, he gets a call. Jesus, and at the worst possible time too. Mid – fucking – thrust into a basic stranger he was using to imagine the Brit on the other end of the line. The blond bit his lip so hard he tasted a tang of blood and he let his forehead fall with a thump against the back of Andy’s shoulder. He squeezed his eyes shut, hips starting to rock again after the brief shock that froze him up. He rubbed his forehead hard into the bone of Andy’s shoulder blade, clearing his throat as he tried again to make his voice sound halfway normal. It was pretty much in vain. “No, I…” he struggled, trying to find an excuse for his erratic breathing. “I, uh… I took the stairs up. Seven floors. It kicked my ass,” he lied and attempted a chuckle, the sound of it a little shaky. Christ, but as horrifying as it had been initially… Sal found himself doubly aroused by the situation. He could feel Andy looking back at him, but he ignored it, focusing on Thomas’ voice. It was something Andy couldn’t provide and it coupled with the heat and clench of a body around him just ended up making him harder than he had been, which would have seemed impossible to the blond were he not experiencing it right now. “Greenwood,” he parroted back, free hand down and grasping at Andy’s hip hard enough the student would probably end up with a bruise. He found their rythmn again, thrusts going a little erratic, but driving in harder, deeper. “Yah… was thinkin’ maybe… you’d decided you didn’t want me along…” Sal swallowed groans and prayed Andy would do the same. “Or decided you didn’t… wanna go.” |
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| passionflower | Apr 15 2010, 09:50 PM Post #120 |
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do it with passion or not at all
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"... Stairs huh?" Thomas mused. He guessed that made sense. He leaned his head back against the headboard of his bed, while his eyes flicked to the TV. Local news was on. He idly listened to what was being said, though his focus was on Sal on the other end of the line. "I was having second thoughts. But... I need to do this. And you're going to come with me. We just need to decide on a time. I won't be hurting your business by yanking you out of the pizzeria for a few hours during the afternoon? ..." he asked. A hint of a smile came back to his lips as his eyes closed. "Then after we see Paul... we'll head back to 'Salvatore's' and you'll show me how to make a pizza..." he chuckled softly. Andy's brows furrowed, wondering what the hell Sal was talking about with the person on the other end of the line. And why the hell couldn't such a conversation wait till later!? He groaned into the pillow, as Sal took a hard hold on his hip. His hips continued to buck up against Sal's, loving how deep the other man could get inside him. Thomas' brows furrowed a bit. Sure took Sal a while to catch his breath. His eyes widened though as something seemed to click in his head. Late at night, panting Sal, and a bit of a snippy answer when he picked up the phone. ... He was in the midst of sex. Brows furrowing, Thomas glanced down to his lap. He swallowed thickly. Okay.. why did that realization seem to send a cold block of ice into the pit of his stomach? Must have been pretty casual if Sal felt fine taking a call in the midst of something that was suppose to be intimate. He tilted his head back again as his eyes closed. |
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