Shrapnel broke the kiss with what was almost a sob. He didn’t supress a moan this time when Flak dug his teeth into his shoulder, just ran a hand down the other man’s flank, and down across his hips, to rest it on his crotch and the hot, eager and rock-hard dick. Flak let go with a small gasp and fell onto his back, eyes closed. “Oh god, buddy…” His voice sounded strange and urgent “Please…” Shrapnel leaned over him now, his hair falling tousled into his face, and kissed him again; he was getting the knack of it very quickly. Then he moved his lips down the throat and down between Flak’s strong, square pectorals, and across to give one of his nipples a tender bite before shifting his attention to the other nipple. He closed his lips around it and sucked, rubbing it with his tongue, until Flak shuddered and emitted a strangled little groan.
Shrapnel trailed his lips further down, past the navel and into the nest of wiry hairs, then he paused, moistening his lips for that last, most intimate of kisses. Flak buried his hands in Shrapnel’s hair with an unchecked moan. “Shrap…” Shrapnel closed one hand around the tender balls and dropped his head, it was impossible to get all of that dick into his mouth, but it wasn’t even necessary. He closed his other hand around it and applied a pumping motion while he sucked and licked Flak’s bell-end until the other man was pushed over the edge and spent himself into his mouth with a hoarse, drawn out moan.
He swallowed, but he didn’t swallow the whole load because he had a plan, and when Shrapnel leaned back to look at Flak, utterly spent and a gasping, shuddering mess, he smiled to himself and felt anticipation itch in his own crotch. He took a firm grip of Flak’s hips to turn him onto his belly and was met with little resistance there. He had an arse you could forge a weapon on. Round, firm and perfect in every aspect, but Shrapnel couldn’t tell his buddy so because he still had his mouth full of spunk.
He leaned forward to press a few light kisses on Flak’s buttocks, then he dug his hands into them and pried them a little apart, running his tongue along the crack and the small, puckered entrance he found there. Under him, Flak shuddered and moaned when he felt Shrapnel’s tongue caress that hidden spot. Having successfully executed his plan Shrapnel leaned back again and moved between Flak’s legs, his dick aching and twitching when he leaned over the now well lubricated goal of his.
Both men moaned heavily when Shrapnel entered him, and as he moved, he trailed his hands up and down Flak’s broad and muscled back, again and again, letting himself be carried away by the sensation of being enveloped in the tight hotness of Flak’s perfect arse.
He started slow and easy, revelling in the sensations that movement gave him, but his own hunger was goading him on and he increased his speed and his ferocity until he was slamming into the other man like a piston. It was over far too quickly, and he spent himself with a bellow that vibrated in his chest. Then he slowly let himself sink down until he rested on Flak’s back, with his head between his shoulder blades.
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Friends will be Friends 8b/8
Date: 2012-04-13 07:33 pm (UTC)Flak let go with a small gasp and fell onto his back, eyes closed. “Oh god, buddy…” His voice sounded strange and urgent “Please…”
Shrapnel leaned over him now, his hair falling tousled into his face, and kissed him again; he was getting the knack of it very quickly. Then he moved his lips down the throat and down between Flak’s strong, square pectorals, and across to give one of his nipples a tender bite before shifting his attention to the other nipple. He closed his lips around it and sucked, rubbing it with his tongue, until Flak shuddered and emitted a strangled little groan.
Shrapnel trailed his lips further down, past the navel and into the nest of wiry hairs, then he paused, moistening his lips for that last, most intimate of kisses.
Flak buried his hands in Shrapnel’s hair with an unchecked moan. “Shrap…”
Shrapnel closed one hand around the tender balls and dropped his head, it was impossible to get all of that dick into his mouth, but it wasn’t even necessary. He closed his other hand around it and applied a pumping motion while he sucked and licked Flak’s bell-end until the other man was pushed over the edge and spent himself into his mouth with a hoarse, drawn out moan.
He swallowed, but he didn’t swallow the whole load because he had a plan, and when Shrapnel leaned back to look at Flak, utterly spent and a gasping, shuddering mess, he smiled to himself and felt anticipation itch in his own crotch. He took a firm grip of Flak’s hips to turn him onto his belly and was met with little resistance there.
He had an arse you could forge a weapon on. Round, firm and perfect in every aspect, but Shrapnel couldn’t tell his buddy so because he still had his mouth full of spunk.
He leaned forward to press a few light kisses on Flak’s buttocks, then he dug his hands into them and pried them a little apart, running his tongue along the crack and the small, puckered entrance he found there. Under him, Flak shuddered and moaned when he felt Shrapnel’s tongue caress that hidden spot.
Having successfully executed his plan Shrapnel leaned back again and moved between Flak’s legs, his dick aching and twitching when he leaned over the now well lubricated goal of his.
Both men moaned heavily when Shrapnel entered him, and as he moved, he trailed his hands up and down Flak’s broad and muscled back, again and again, letting himself be carried away by the sensation of being enveloped in the tight hotness of Flak’s perfect arse.
He started slow and easy, revelling in the sensations that movement gave him, but his own hunger was goading him on and he increased his speed and his ferocity until he was slamming into the other man like a piston. It was over far too quickly, and he spent himself with a bellow that vibrated in his chest.
Then he slowly let himself sink down until he rested on Flak’s back, with his head between his shoulder blades.