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Corey flung himself forward and wrapped himself around him. He hadn’t meant to propel Tal backwards but that’s what happened, the pair of them stumbling over the carpet, trying not to fall until Tal hit the bed anddidfall, with Corey landing on top of him.
“Oh my God, oh my God.” Corey groaned. “You are so hot and I am so desperate. I can’t believe this is happening. I didn’t think we’d… I thought I’d have to be content with making you the star of my…erm…”
“Your what?”
“X-rated home movies. Luckily all in my head so no cookies for the police to find.” Corey rolled off and fumbled with the buttons on Tal’s shirt. When Tal reached to pull up Corey’s T-shirt, he stopped him. “You first. I have to see you naked.”
“You’ve seen me naked.”
“Not properly and not to touch.”
Corey chewed his bottom lip, his breathing faltering, his fingers shaking as he pressed the buttons free on Tal’s shirtand spread it wide. Then he moaned. “Your body. Not too ripped, so that I feel intimidated. Smooth chest. Dark nipples. Almost perfect.” He sighed. “If only you had multiple piercings, and tattoos of orcas and leopard seals. I can’t say my favourite animal. Bad choice of safe word.”
Tal chuckled. “You make me laugh more than anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Is that good?”
“Yes.”
Corey straddled Tal and held his face in both hands, stroking his thumbs back and forth over his cheeks. “You turn me on more than anyone I’ve ever met.” He ran his fingers along Tal’s collar bones.
For a brief moment, Corey gently squeezed Tal’s throat with both hands, before letting his fingers drift to Tal’s nipples, which he rubbed and twisted and stroked. The sounds Tal made and the way he writhed told Corey how much he liked that, but Corey hadn’t missed Tal’s reaction to having his throat squeezed.Youreallyliked that. You liked me restricting your breathing. Not too much, just a little.Was that Tal’s kink?It was close to Corey’s.
“We’re not playing,” Corey said. “Just to be sure. No one in charge. We’re just having fun?”
“Yes.”
Corey wasn’t going to overthink this, that would only lead to disappointment. Live for the moment. As he circled Tal’s neat navel with his index finger, his skin fluttered under his touch. “You’re ticklish.”
“I am.”
Corey slid down, used his tongue on the same spot and had Tal bucking beneath him.Leave his cock alone. You can still play, in a way. Go slow.He crawled back up, stared into Tal’s eyes, then kissed him softly, using the lightest pressure, littlemore than butterfly kisses before he pulled back and gave Tal a nervous smile.
“My mum used to give me animal kisses when she put me to bed,” Corey said.
Tal was running his fingers up and down Corey’s back, making Corey squirm with pleasure.
“What were they like?” Tal asked.
“I just gave you a butterfly kiss. This is a lion kiss.” He growled, roared and pounced, slamming his lips down on Tal’s, but pulled away as Tal started to respond.
“Snake kiss,” Corey said and flicked his tongue in and out against Tal’s lips. “Dachshund kiss.” Corey licked Tal’s mouth over and over, then his cheeks and chin. “Now a sloth.”
Tal laughed as Corey moved as slowly as he could until finally their mouths were together, then Corey pretended to fall asleep.
“Now a Tal kiss.” Tal pulled him down and kissed him hard, like Corey had wanted to kiss him but hadn’t dared. Now he wished he had. Their tongues tangled, twisted, tussled and Corey loved it. He didn’t love having to break for air, but when he saw how wild Tal’s eyes looked, his heart hammered, and when he saw how Tal’s fingers shook as he tugged at Corey’s clothes, his lungs locked. To bring Tal to this level of desperation meant everything. That a skinny, barely muscled, almost destitute nobody, a young guy with a big mouth and impossible dreams could open Tal’s chest and maybe discover what he was hiding… It blew Corey’s mind.
It was bordering on scary how much Tal had changed. Aloof and cool, not wanting to be hugged, to boiling hot like molten rock.Thiswas what Tal had been hiding. Passion. Intensity. Singlemindedness.
Corey was so turned on, he was surprised he’d not already come in his jeans. In an impressive manoeuvre, Tal yankedCorey’s T-shirt over his head and managed to unfasten his jeans at the same time. Tal’s shirt joined Corey’s T-shirt on the floor. Corey hadn’t even managed to strip him of that. Tal had removed it himself.How many hands does he have?
Then Corey’s zip was down, his cock filling out now it had the space. The open V of his jeans was plastered to that of Tal’s trousers, and shrouded by the material of their underwear, their cocks lodged side by side, they pressed themselves together, rocking and pushing. A brush of lips, a tease of Tal’s tongue along the line of Corey’s mouth and Corey let out a soft moan that Tal caught, before he fell into another world.
This was everything Corey sort of hadn’t wanted except now he sort of did. The whole point of wanting to be a dom was that Corey would be the one in charge, even if the sub ultimately called the shots, but at that moment, Corey didn’t care who was in control.Not a scenehe reminded himself. Heat gathered between them, swirling and coalescing, making it hard to draw air into his lungs, and he wished their remaining clothes would magically disappear. He slid his hands down Tal’s smooth back, beneath the waistband of his underwear onto his arse and held tight.
The kiss turned wild. They were both breathing heavily, gasping and groaning as they rocked together, the frantic pleasure of it almost too much for Corey to hold back on coming.Not yet!But mentally screaming at his cock and balls wouldn’t work. He was terrible at holding back. There was an irony in that.
Tal began to buck into him, and the sensation made Corey moan against Tal’s lips.Oh God, oh God. Is he going to fuck me? Am I going to fuck him?He’d forgotten to get his head around that part. If he saidpolar bear, assuming he could unlock his lips, Tal would stop.
