He‟d even experimented with a few, wanting to know the different types of pleasure to be gained from the multitude of toys made available to Club members. The sting of the lash, for him, held less appeal than a judiciously placed flick of the tongue. The heat of candle wax could never compare to the pressure of fingers flexing against straining muscles.
Ben smoothed his hands over the bunched muscles of Vance‟s thighs, humming softly in appreciation at the clench and release of the flesh beneath his touch, as well as the rasp of body hair against his palms. When his fingers smoothed over the gouges and dips left by shrapnel, Ben shifted his lips to explore the scars.
Above him, Vance grew still. His body tensed and then relaxed into Ben‟s touch.
Ben chuckled, nipping at the flesh beneath him. “Bored, V?” he teased.
“Bored, my ass,” Vance challenged as he shifted lazily beneath Ben‟s caress. “Not if you get your mouth back to where it can do the most good.”
“Your ass is just what I was wondering about.” Ben laughed. Rising, he let his body slide against Vance‟s, enjoying the heat of flesh pressed to flesh, the rub of one cock against another, before settling a hot, hard kiss on Vance‟s lips and stepping back.
Chains rattled as Vance grumbled curses in languages Ben barely recognized. This only made him laugh louder. “Turn around, Vance. Let me get a better look at your fine ass.”
The slow way Vance eased around to face the leather-covered wall had Ben chuckling beneath his breath. When he‟d had his mouth wrapped around Vance‟s cock, he‟d felt the shift in the way his friend held himself. The confidence and self-possession Vance had been lacking when Ben had first voiced his challenge were back, and the thought made Ben‟s cock throb harder. Taking his own time, he moved to retrieve a 40
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condom and the lube from the nightstand. After the better part of a decade wondering what the clasp of Vance‟s ass would feel like, Ben had every intention of discovering how close to his imaginings the sensation was.
As he drew closer, Ben didn‟t fight the grimace that twisted his lips. The sight of the thin pinkish white scars crisscrossing Vance‟s shoulders and down his spine pissed him off. Dropping the prophylactic and the tube to the floor, he smoothed his hands over each of the marks before pressing his lips to them. Beneath his touch, Vance tensed, hissing out a single breath. Then he fell silent for the rest of Ben‟s exploration.
The play of sinew and densely packed muscle over bone had Ben‟s passion leaking from the tip of his cock. Easing to his knees, Ben moved lower down Vance‟s spine until his hands bracketed his friend‟s hips and the raised welts from his whipping heated his lips. Moving his hands inward, Ben smiled against Vance‟s firm ass cheek before giving in to the urge to nip at the reddened flesh. The curse Vance uttered turned into a groan as Ben eased the mounds apart and teased the dark pucker of his ass with the flick of his tongue.
“How long?” Ben queried, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Since I‟ve taken it up the ass?” Vance croaked.
“Mmmm.” Ben let the motion of his tongue and the scratch of his evening beard against the inside of Vance‟s cheeks identify his response as a yes.
A gulp of air and a moan preceded Vance‟s curt, “two years.”
Scooting back to don the condom and pop the cap on the lubricant, Ben asked,
“How do you like it? Fast or slow?”
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“I don‟t give a fuck.” Despite Vance having regained control, Ben‟s teasing was driving him crazy. He was going to die if Ben didn‟t hurry things up. Excited quivers ran through his body as the tearing of cellophane and the soft sounds of a rubber being rolled on reached his ears. The snap of a cap and the swish of moisture sliding over flesh only increased the trembling in his limbs. His
Ben smoothed his hands over the bunched muscles of Vance‟s thighs, humming softly in appreciation at the clench and release of the flesh beneath his touch, as well as the rasp of body hair against his palms. When his fingers smoothed over the gouges and dips left by shrapnel, Ben shifted his lips to explore the scars.
Above him, Vance grew still. His body tensed and then relaxed into Ben‟s touch.
Ben chuckled, nipping at the flesh beneath him. “Bored, V?” he teased.
“Bored, my ass,” Vance challenged as he shifted lazily beneath Ben‟s caress. “Not if you get your mouth back to where it can do the most good.”
“Your ass is just what I was wondering about.” Ben laughed. Rising, he let his body slide against Vance‟s, enjoying the heat of flesh pressed to flesh, the rub of one cock against another, before settling a hot, hard kiss on Vance‟s lips and stepping back.
Chains rattled as Vance grumbled curses in languages Ben barely recognized. This only made him laugh louder. “Turn around, Vance. Let me get a better look at your fine ass.”
The slow way Vance eased around to face the leather-covered wall had Ben chuckling beneath his breath. When he‟d had his mouth wrapped around Vance‟s cock, he‟d felt the shift in the way his friend held himself. The confidence and self-possession Vance had been lacking when Ben had first voiced his challenge were back, and the thought made Ben‟s cock throb harder. Taking his own time, he moved to retrieve a 40
Qwillia Rain
condom and the lube from the nightstand. After the better part of a decade wondering what the clasp of Vance‟s ass would feel like, Ben had every intention of discovering how close to his imaginings the sensation was.
As he drew closer, Ben didn‟t fight the grimace that twisted his lips. The sight of the thin pinkish white scars crisscrossing Vance‟s shoulders and down his spine pissed him off. Dropping the prophylactic and the tube to the floor, he smoothed his hands over each of the marks before pressing his lips to them. Beneath his touch, Vance tensed, hissing out a single breath. Then he fell silent for the rest of Ben‟s exploration.
The play of sinew and densely packed muscle over bone had Ben‟s passion leaking from the tip of his cock. Easing to his knees, Ben moved lower down Vance‟s spine until his hands bracketed his friend‟s hips and the raised welts from his whipping heated his lips. Moving his hands inward, Ben smiled against Vance‟s firm ass cheek before giving in to the urge to nip at the reddened flesh. The curse Vance uttered turned into a groan as Ben eased the mounds apart and teased the dark pucker of his ass with the flick of his tongue.
“How long?” Ben queried, not sure he wanted to know the answer.
“Since I‟ve taken it up the ass?” Vance croaked.
“Mmmm.” Ben let the motion of his tongue and the scratch of his evening beard against the inside of Vance‟s cheeks identify his response as a yes.
A gulp of air and a moan preceded Vance‟s curt, “two years.”
Scooting back to don the condom and pop the cap on the lubricant, Ben asked,
“How do you like it? Fast or slow?”
Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
41
Chapter Four
“I don‟t give a fuck.” Despite Vance having regained control, Ben‟s teasing was driving him crazy. He was going to die if Ben didn‟t hurry things up. Excited quivers ran through his body as the tearing of cellophane and the soft sounds of a rubber being rolled on reached his ears. The snap of a cap and the swish of moisture sliding over flesh only increased the trembling in his limbs. His
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