did. Getting hard and excited and wanting to fuck.
A groan caught in Michael’s throat and he pressed himself closer, grinding his hard dick over Steven’s. Their kiss deepened—Steven was doing all the work there—and Michael let him, happy to have his mouth explored. Steven kept his hands still on Michael’s back, and Michael wondered if Steven was so caught up in kissing that he couldn’t do anything else at the same time. He knew how that felt. Being swept away by just kissing. He was feeling that way himself.
To gently move things along, Michael slid his hands from Steven’s back to his chest then undid the top button of Steven’s shirt. He gyrated against him, his cock throbbing, balls rising. The excitement of what they were doing was bordering on too much to handle, all the years of wishing for this culminating inside him, creating a big bundle of need and want and I-think-I’m-going-to-come. Those emotions tangled together, setting butterflies off in his stomach and weakening his knees.
This. This was exactly as he’d hoped it would be, him and Steven expressing themselves with no expectations, just the wonder of discovery and accepting each new movement, each new feeling as they presented themselves. A journey—a goddamn sexy journey—that could only get better the farther they traveled.
A stutter of grunts and whimpers from Steven told Michael that they felt the same way—this was exhilarating, so thrilling, and altogether better than anything that could be imagined. Nothing beat the actual touch, the sensations of pleasure, and the ultimate need to be so close to Steven that they became one person.
Steven broke the kiss, resting his cheek to Michael’s. “Fuck, I need… A minute. Just a minute. This is…” He let out a ragged breath, the heat of it curling around Michael’s ear. “This is overwhelming. I…”
“I know. Fucking hell, I know.”
Michael panted, trying to get himself under control. His dick hurt—he needed it out of his pants and into Steven’s hand or mouth or… Did he just ask for that? Or was he supposed to let things take their course? What if Steven didn’t know whether he should unzip Michael’s pants?
Take the lead like you told yourself you were going to.
Michael finished undoing the buttons on Steven’s shirt, all the while Steven trembling, his breaths juddering and hot. Michael took the shirt off, in no time running his hands across the naked skin, the heat of it sending shivers of lust all over his body.
“Undo my pants,” Michael said. “I need you to touch me.”
“Oh, God. Fucking hell, Michael… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
“You didn’t know how to kiss either but picked that up pretty damn quick.” The only way to get through this was to take command, that much was clear. “So get my dick out. I need to come.”
Steven sucked in a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ.”
He fumbled with the button of Michael’s pants, then drew the zipper down in jerky movements. The butterflies fluttered madly inside Michael, migrating to the end of his cock, which tingled and ached to the point he thought he’d shoot his load any second.
Steven set Michael’s cock free, taking hold with a firm grip then rapidly jerking him off.
“Oh shit,” Michael said. “That is fucking hot .”
Chapter Four
Steven slammed his mouth onto Michael’s, his heart rate speeding. This kissing business was easier than he’d thought it would be. And, man, his cock was so hard—harder than it had ever been when he’d jacked himself off. It had to be because of his body being all but fused with Michael’s, their closeness giving everything a more exciting edge.
The weight of Michael’s cock in his hand was surreal. How often had he imagined it there? Too many times to count. And it was weird, he knew his dick was held there but had trouble processing it and accepting that what they were doing was real. No amount of
A groan caught in Michael’s throat and he pressed himself closer, grinding his hard dick over Steven’s. Their kiss deepened—Steven was doing all the work there—and Michael let him, happy to have his mouth explored. Steven kept his hands still on Michael’s back, and Michael wondered if Steven was so caught up in kissing that he couldn’t do anything else at the same time. He knew how that felt. Being swept away by just kissing. He was feeling that way himself.
To gently move things along, Michael slid his hands from Steven’s back to his chest then undid the top button of Steven’s shirt. He gyrated against him, his cock throbbing, balls rising. The excitement of what they were doing was bordering on too much to handle, all the years of wishing for this culminating inside him, creating a big bundle of need and want and I-think-I’m-going-to-come. Those emotions tangled together, setting butterflies off in his stomach and weakening his knees.
This. This was exactly as he’d hoped it would be, him and Steven expressing themselves with no expectations, just the wonder of discovery and accepting each new movement, each new feeling as they presented themselves. A journey—a goddamn sexy journey—that could only get better the farther they traveled.
A stutter of grunts and whimpers from Steven told Michael that they felt the same way—this was exhilarating, so thrilling, and altogether better than anything that could be imagined. Nothing beat the actual touch, the sensations of pleasure, and the ultimate need to be so close to Steven that they became one person.
Steven broke the kiss, resting his cheek to Michael’s. “Fuck, I need… A minute. Just a minute. This is…” He let out a ragged breath, the heat of it curling around Michael’s ear. “This is overwhelming. I…”
“I know. Fucking hell, I know.”
Michael panted, trying to get himself under control. His dick hurt—he needed it out of his pants and into Steven’s hand or mouth or… Did he just ask for that? Or was he supposed to let things take their course? What if Steven didn’t know whether he should unzip Michael’s pants?
Take the lead like you told yourself you were going to.
Michael finished undoing the buttons on Steven’s shirt, all the while Steven trembling, his breaths juddering and hot. Michael took the shirt off, in no time running his hands across the naked skin, the heat of it sending shivers of lust all over his body.
“Undo my pants,” Michael said. “I need you to touch me.”
“Oh, God. Fucking hell, Michael… I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
“You didn’t know how to kiss either but picked that up pretty damn quick.” The only way to get through this was to take command, that much was clear. “So get my dick out. I need to come.”
Steven sucked in a sharp breath. “Jesus Christ.”
He fumbled with the button of Michael’s pants, then drew the zipper down in jerky movements. The butterflies fluttered madly inside Michael, migrating to the end of his cock, which tingled and ached to the point he thought he’d shoot his load any second.
Steven set Michael’s cock free, taking hold with a firm grip then rapidly jerking him off.
“Oh shit,” Michael said. “That is fucking hot .”
Chapter Four
Steven slammed his mouth onto Michael’s, his heart rate speeding. This kissing business was easier than he’d thought it would be. And, man, his cock was so hard—harder than it had ever been when he’d jacked himself off. It had to be because of his body being all but fused with Michael’s, their closeness giving everything a more exciting edge.
The weight of Michael’s cock in his hand was surreal. How often had he imagined it there? Too many times to count. And it was weird, he knew his dick was held there but had trouble processing it and accepting that what they were doing was real. No amount of
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