drink? I need you to meet my bed.”
Paul wrapped those lips around the neck of the bottle, throat working as he drank. “All done, Thor. Take me to bed.”
“Fuck, yes.” He got up, almost knocking his chair over in haste. It was probably bad manners and horrible etiquette to rush your guest into bed like this, but Paul drove him crazy, made him so dammed horny.
Paul stood, holding his hands out to him, fingers trembling. “Show me.”
He grabbed Paul’s hand and started tugging him back to the bedroom. “You make me so hot, Paul.”
Paul followed along, laughing and stumbling behind him. “You’re something else, Thor. So fucking sexy.”
“Me?” He laughed and pushed Paul up against the wall, rubbing and kissing. “I’m an amateur in the sexy department next to you, Doc.”
“Not a fucking chance.” Paul’s hands found his ass, squeezing and rubbing. “Want to feel you inside me, Thor. Want to feel you everywhere.”
A shudder moved through him. “Fuck. Bed. Now.”
Thor grabbed Paul’s hand and got him into the bedroom quickly, pulling his own clothes off and then working on Paul’s. Paul grabbed his hands, brought them to his lips. “Slow down a little. You’re making me dizzy. I need to know where we are, where’s your bed?”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Paul. It’s just that when you say those things...” A shudder moved through him.
“I don’t intend to stop saying them, I just need to know you’re here and I’m here and where it’s safe to let my knees collapse.” Paul winked, licking his knuckles, nibbling on his fingers.
His chuckle was half moan. “The bed’s three steps behind you. Me? I’m right here.” He turned his hand, taking Paul’s and pulling it down to his cock, already hard and eager.
“Oh, fuck. Thor. Feels so fucking hot in my hand. I can’t imagine how it’s going to feel inside me.” Paul’s cheeks were flushed, eyes bright and unfocused in the lamplight.
“Like heaven if we do it right.”
“Everything we’ve done has been close to heaven, Coach. Hell, you even made the pool feel good.”
“Well we’ve saved the best for last. I’m going to make you see stars, Doc.” He leaned forward and whispered softly into Paul’s ear. “And I mean that literally.”
Paul moaned, pressing close. “I want you, Thor. Show me your bed. Show me stars.”
He nodded, pulling Paul’s pants off and pushing the open shirt off Paul’s shoulders. He guided Paul to his bed, positioning his lover on hands and knees. “It’ll be best like this.”
Paul’s hands explored the blanket, the sheets, the width of the bed, fingers searching the pillows. “It’s big enough for two.”
“Barely -- I sprawl, remember?” He stroked his hands along Paul’s back, from shoulders to ass and back up again.
“You’ve always fit just fine next to me.” Paul purred, arching under his hands, skin warm and soft, supple.
He tilted his head. Paul was right -- he didn’t sprawl when they slept together. “I guess I just needed the right body to curl up with.”
He started dropping kisses on Paul’s spine.
“Mmmm... Thor... That feels good.” Deep and rich normally, when Paul was excited, hungry, his voice growled and purred. It was more than enough to make Thor come, but he forced himself to focus on Paul, to make this good for his lover.
“I just need to get some lube,” he murmured, pressing a biting kiss onto Paul’s ass. “Not going anywhere but leaning past you to reach the bedside table.”
Paul squeaked and chuckled. “What’s on your bedside table, Coach?”
“Well there’s a lamp, my radio,” he felt himself blushing as he mentioned that. “A box of condoms, some coaching handbooks and, what I’m here for, a pot of lube.”
“Your radio? To listen to my show?”
He chuckled. Trust Paul to pick up on that. “Yeah, Doc. To listen to your show. Every night -- nine ‘til midnight, I’ve got me a date with the sexiest voice in the world.”
Paul wrapped those lips around the neck of the bottle, throat working as he drank. “All done, Thor. Take me to bed.”
“Fuck, yes.” He got up, almost knocking his chair over in haste. It was probably bad manners and horrible etiquette to rush your guest into bed like this, but Paul drove him crazy, made him so dammed horny.
Paul stood, holding his hands out to him, fingers trembling. “Show me.”
He grabbed Paul’s hand and started tugging him back to the bedroom. “You make me so hot, Paul.”
Paul followed along, laughing and stumbling behind him. “You’re something else, Thor. So fucking sexy.”
“Me?” He laughed and pushed Paul up against the wall, rubbing and kissing. “I’m an amateur in the sexy department next to you, Doc.”
“Not a fucking chance.” Paul’s hands found his ass, squeezing and rubbing. “Want to feel you inside me, Thor. Want to feel you everywhere.”
A shudder moved through him. “Fuck. Bed. Now.”
Thor grabbed Paul’s hand and got him into the bedroom quickly, pulling his own clothes off and then working on Paul’s. Paul grabbed his hands, brought them to his lips. “Slow down a little. You’re making me dizzy. I need to know where we are, where’s your bed?”
“Fuck, I’m sorry, Paul. It’s just that when you say those things...” A shudder moved through him.
“I don’t intend to stop saying them, I just need to know you’re here and I’m here and where it’s safe to let my knees collapse.” Paul winked, licking his knuckles, nibbling on his fingers.
His chuckle was half moan. “The bed’s three steps behind you. Me? I’m right here.” He turned his hand, taking Paul’s and pulling it down to his cock, already hard and eager.
“Oh, fuck. Thor. Feels so fucking hot in my hand. I can’t imagine how it’s going to feel inside me.” Paul’s cheeks were flushed, eyes bright and unfocused in the lamplight.
“Like heaven if we do it right.”
“Everything we’ve done has been close to heaven, Coach. Hell, you even made the pool feel good.”
“Well we’ve saved the best for last. I’m going to make you see stars, Doc.” He leaned forward and whispered softly into Paul’s ear. “And I mean that literally.”
Paul moaned, pressing close. “I want you, Thor. Show me your bed. Show me stars.”
He nodded, pulling Paul’s pants off and pushing the open shirt off Paul’s shoulders. He guided Paul to his bed, positioning his lover on hands and knees. “It’ll be best like this.”
Paul’s hands explored the blanket, the sheets, the width of the bed, fingers searching the pillows. “It’s big enough for two.”
“Barely -- I sprawl, remember?” He stroked his hands along Paul’s back, from shoulders to ass and back up again.
“You’ve always fit just fine next to me.” Paul purred, arching under his hands, skin warm and soft, supple.
He tilted his head. Paul was right -- he didn’t sprawl when they slept together. “I guess I just needed the right body to curl up with.”
He started dropping kisses on Paul’s spine.
“Mmmm... Thor... That feels good.” Deep and rich normally, when Paul was excited, hungry, his voice growled and purred. It was more than enough to make Thor come, but he forced himself to focus on Paul, to make this good for his lover.
“I just need to get some lube,” he murmured, pressing a biting kiss onto Paul’s ass. “Not going anywhere but leaning past you to reach the bedside table.”
Paul squeaked and chuckled. “What’s on your bedside table, Coach?”
“Well there’s a lamp, my radio,” he felt himself blushing as he mentioned that. “A box of condoms, some coaching handbooks and, what I’m here for, a pot of lube.”
“Your radio? To listen to my show?”
He chuckled. Trust Paul to pick up on that. “Yeah, Doc. To listen to your show. Every night -- nine ‘til midnight, I’ve got me a date with the sexiest voice in the world.”
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