about for over a year.
"You feel so good," Steve muttered as he pulled away for a breath. Jackson grabbed Steve's face, dragging him back for another kiss, as if unwilling to let him go for even a moment. Jackson's tongue thrust between Steve's lips, invading and taking over Steve's mouth, and Steve loved it. It felt real, solid, like no one else had ever felt before. Jackson felt right in his arms, and Steve never wanted to let go.
"Upstairs," Jackson mumbled against Steve's mouth, still refusing to release him from the torrential kiss that rained down upon them.
The two stumbled their way up the stairs, bumping into walls and doorways as they went. Still without breaking their kiss, they scrambled to get their clothes off as they moved. Jackson fumbled with his pants while Steve kicked off his sweats and underwear with ease. Jackson barely relinquished Steve's lips long enough for them to pull their shirts over their heads before he was once again overwhelming Steve's mouth with an aggression that bordered on fanaticism.
It seemed forever before they bumped into the doorframe of Steve's bedroom and then against the footboard itself. Jackson stretched behind him fumbling for the light switch, and both men blinked as the bright light washed over them.
Jackson pulled himself away and Steve couldn't help the small mewl of disappointment at the loss of those soft lips.
"Don't worry, baby. We've got lots of time."
Steve whimpered, reaching for Jackson's warm body again, but Jackson evaded him. Jackson reached out, gave a gentle shove, and pushed Steve's unresisting body down on the soft, fluffy comforter. Jackson stared down at Steve with a predatory look in his eye.
Steve shivered as he felt that gaze raking his hypersensitive body. If the man continued to look at him like that, Steve was sure he'd come from that alone, and he didn't want that. He wanted Jackson in him when he came.
"Turn off the light and come to bed," Steve whispered as seductively as he could manage. He raised his arm as if to draw Jackson closer, but Jackson shook his head.
"Sorry, love. But the light stays on."
"No." Steve couldn't help the whine. He felt so awkward with the light on. Despite what Jackson said, Steve knew he didn't have the body anywhere near as spectacular as Jackson's.
"No, love." Jackson gave another wicked smile. "You really are beautiful, and I want to see all of you." Jackson kicked off his jeans and underwear before Steve could protest further, and anything else Steve was going to say flew out of his head as he finally gazed at his magnificent soon-to-be lover.
"You're beautiful," Steve whispered in awe.
"You're very hot yourself." Jackson grinned. He knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled to where Steve sprawled. Very slowly, he lowered himself over Steve so that every inch was covered, from chest to toe, by Jackson's body.
Steve reached out, tracing the golden skin before him. Jackson closed his eyes, as though savoring the moment.
"That feels amazing." Jackson's hips and body undulated against Steve's, pressing the man's hard cock against Steve's thigh again and again.
"You feel amazing. I've been waiting forever to touch you like this." Steve sighed, watching his pale fingers as they roamed, tracing intricate patterns over Jackson's bronze skin.
"Well, wait no longer and feel free to touch as much as you want."
Steve shifted a bit, until his hand could grasp Jackson's cock.
"Shit." Jackson bucked his hips, surprised at Steve's firm grip.
"At the risk of sounding cliché… my what a huge cock you have." Steve grinned.
"All the better to fuck you through the mattress with." Jackson grunted and closed his eyes, clearly trying to control himself as Steve gave a languid tug on the hard organ in his hand.
"If you don't stop that, I'm going to come in about five seconds." Jackson tried to look firm, but the pleasure coursing over his face belied his efforts.
"Hmm, I wouldn't want that. I want you to fuck me
"You feel so good," Steve muttered as he pulled away for a breath. Jackson grabbed Steve's face, dragging him back for another kiss, as if unwilling to let him go for even a moment. Jackson's tongue thrust between Steve's lips, invading and taking over Steve's mouth, and Steve loved it. It felt real, solid, like no one else had ever felt before. Jackson felt right in his arms, and Steve never wanted to let go.
"Upstairs," Jackson mumbled against Steve's mouth, still refusing to release him from the torrential kiss that rained down upon them.
The two stumbled their way up the stairs, bumping into walls and doorways as they went. Still without breaking their kiss, they scrambled to get their clothes off as they moved. Jackson fumbled with his pants while Steve kicked off his sweats and underwear with ease. Jackson barely relinquished Steve's lips long enough for them to pull their shirts over their heads before he was once again overwhelming Steve's mouth with an aggression that bordered on fanaticism.
It seemed forever before they bumped into the doorframe of Steve's bedroom and then against the footboard itself. Jackson stretched behind him fumbling for the light switch, and both men blinked as the bright light washed over them.
Jackson pulled himself away and Steve couldn't help the small mewl of disappointment at the loss of those soft lips.
"Don't worry, baby. We've got lots of time."
Steve whimpered, reaching for Jackson's warm body again, but Jackson evaded him. Jackson reached out, gave a gentle shove, and pushed Steve's unresisting body down on the soft, fluffy comforter. Jackson stared down at Steve with a predatory look in his eye.
Steve shivered as he felt that gaze raking his hypersensitive body. If the man continued to look at him like that, Steve was sure he'd come from that alone, and he didn't want that. He wanted Jackson in him when he came.
"Turn off the light and come to bed," Steve whispered as seductively as he could manage. He raised his arm as if to draw Jackson closer, but Jackson shook his head.
"Sorry, love. But the light stays on."
"No." Steve couldn't help the whine. He felt so awkward with the light on. Despite what Jackson said, Steve knew he didn't have the body anywhere near as spectacular as Jackson's.
"No, love." Jackson gave another wicked smile. "You really are beautiful, and I want to see all of you." Jackson kicked off his jeans and underwear before Steve could protest further, and anything else Steve was going to say flew out of his head as he finally gazed at his magnificent soon-to-be lover.
"You're beautiful," Steve whispered in awe.
"You're very hot yourself." Jackson grinned. He knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled to where Steve sprawled. Very slowly, he lowered himself over Steve so that every inch was covered, from chest to toe, by Jackson's body.
Steve reached out, tracing the golden skin before him. Jackson closed his eyes, as though savoring the moment.
"That feels amazing." Jackson's hips and body undulated against Steve's, pressing the man's hard cock against Steve's thigh again and again.
"You feel amazing. I've been waiting forever to touch you like this." Steve sighed, watching his pale fingers as they roamed, tracing intricate patterns over Jackson's bronze skin.
"Well, wait no longer and feel free to touch as much as you want."
Steve shifted a bit, until his hand could grasp Jackson's cock.
"Shit." Jackson bucked his hips, surprised at Steve's firm grip.
"At the risk of sounding cliché… my what a huge cock you have." Steve grinned.
"All the better to fuck you through the mattress with." Jackson grunted and closed his eyes, clearly trying to control himself as Steve gave a languid tug on the hard organ in his hand.
"If you don't stop that, I'm going to come in about five seconds." Jackson tried to look firm, but the pleasure coursing over his face belied his efforts.
"Hmm, I wouldn't want that. I want you to fuck me
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