Page 47 of Captivated

Butch pulled back a little, his brow furrowed. Then he widened his eyes, threw back the sheet that covered him, and made a naked dash toward the bathroom. Sol gave a wry chuckle.

That woke him up real fast.

He reached into the nightstand and removed the lube. It wasn’t long before the sound of running water died, and Butch was back in Sol’s arms.

“Now, where were we?” Butch slid his hand down Sol’s torso to where his cock lay, thick and heavy. He gave it a couple of gentle tugs while they kissed, Sol trailing his fingers over Butch’s hair, his shoulder, his back. He couldn’t stop touching Butch, reveling in the feel of him, the smell of him, the sounds he made when Sol teased his nipples, when he stroked Butch’s bearded jaw before moving to his neck.

Butch kicked off the sheet, hooked his thigh over Sol’s, and settled into a rhythm, sliding his hand up and down Sol’s shaft.

“That’s something else that’s changed,” Sol murmured between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“You used to wear shorts or boxers in bed.”

Butch gave a lazy smile. “Why bother? I’d only have to take ’em off.” He claimed Sol’s mouth, lips parted, their tongues dueling, and all the while that leisurely motion on Sol’s dick was ramping up his need.

“Isn’t it time for you to be up an’ at ’em?” Sol said with a grin.

In response, Butch got onto all fours at his side, leaned over, and took the head of Sol’s cock into his mouth. Sol stuffed a pillow under his head, stroked Butch’s hair, and enjoyed the sight, his breath catching when Butch swallowed him to the root.

“Fuck, you’re good at that,” he gasped.

Butch’s twinkling eyes met his. He pulled free. “I had a good teacher.” Then he went back to his erotic task. The feel of Butch’s lips on his shaft, the way he kissed it before enclosing the head in wet warmth, the drag of his tongue over Sol’s sac…

Bliss.

They spent a while fondling each other’s cocks, their kisses constant, their bodies moving together on a slow tide of arousal,until Sol couldn’t resist the siren call of Butch’s hole a moment longer. He rolled Butch’s ass up off the mattress, stuffed a pillow under it, then licked a path over Butch’s pucker. Butch moaned as Sol worked his hole with his tongue, spreading his ass cheeks to give him better access.

“An’ you’re good at that,” Butch said with a groan. Sol chuckled, his face buried in Butch’s crack, eliciting a shiver. “That tickles.” He stroked Sol’s bald head. “How do you want me?”

Sol patted Butch’s ass. “On your side.”

Butch complied, and Sol bent over to kiss him. Butch chuckled. “Still feels wicked as fuck when you kiss me like that, knowin’ where your mouth has just been.”

Sol laughed. “I don’t hear you saying ‘no no no.’” He pushed Butch’s right thigh toward the headboard, then grabbed the lube. He slicked up his dick. “Fingers first? Or do I just?—”

“Put it in me,” Butch growled. He twisted to look Sol in the eye. “I need you inside me.”

Sol took a second to marvel at the sexually confident man Butch had evolved into before lying on his side and guiding the head of his cock to Butch’s crease. Sol eased into him, loving how Butch’s low cries multiplied as he slid deeper.

At last he was all the way in, and Butch had both legs bent. Sol wrapped his arm around his man and Butch turned his head for the kisses they both knew were coming. He rocked into Butch’s body, an unhurried motion that wouldn’t last long, given the time. Sol gripped Butch’s thigh, and Butch covered his hand.

“You can go faster,” he remonstrated.

Sol nodded, quickening the pace, and moans tumbled from Butch’s lips. Sol shuddered. “You always feel so damn good. So tight around my cock.”

“I wanna sit on it,” Butch told him.

Sol flipped onto his back, and Butch straddled his hips. Butch bent over, their foreheads touching, and they kissed while he rocked back and forth, Sol’s dick sliding between his cheeks. They didn’t cease kissing as Butch met Sol’s thrusts, moving in harmony, Sol’s hands on Butch’s hips, his waist, his asscheeks. He lay still for a while as Butch propped himself up, his palms flat to the mattress, and fucked himself on Sol’s cock, rocking faster, his breathing rapid.

“Sit up,” Sol demanded. Butch straightened, and Sol grabbed hold of Butch’s ass and began to thrust up into him, jackhammering, hips rolling as he filled Butch over and over again.

“Aw fuck,” Butch moaned. “Love it when you do that.”

He cupped Butch’s jaw. “Turn around.” Butch blinked, and Sol kissed him. “I want you to watch yourself come in the mirror.”

The catch in Butch’s breathing spoke volumes.

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