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one of his ass cheeks.
"More than I'd thought possible, Jamie.” In a slow, predatory crawl, Bram eased up James’ body. Eyes locked on James', he came in close enough to brush his lips over James’ open mouth and murmured, “Just have to convince you of it now."
His voracious lover dove down and claimed James’ lips in a kiss so long, slow, and thorough, even the mattress under them seemed to melt from the force of it. By the time it ended, James felt as if a swirling tornado named Abraham had sucked him up into its wildly swirling energy and carried him off into a new dimension where all that mattered was the powerful man's skilled touch and the raging storm of passion and need it created in James’ body and mind. James did what any reasonable man would do and surrendered to the force of nature now claiming his soul.
* * * *
"Going to make this last, baby, last a real long time.” Bram eased the head of his cock into James’ tight hole, steeling himself against the delicious sensations teasing the broad, smooth tip. Only past the flared rim of the bulb, he held both himself and James still as his lover's stretched muscles clenched and unclenched around his thick shaft. Every squeeze was like a hot, wet caress and Bram had to concentrate to keep from plunging in deeper to find more of the heavenly touch.
James lay beneath him, pert, little ass angled toward him on a firm pillow, dark blue eyes half-lidded and unfocused, swollen mouth parted and panting, a please-fuck-me cadence to his rapid breaths and the restless, skittish movements of his head and hands. His dark curls were tangled and tossed, haloing his flushed face and contrasting sharply with the pale green of the pillowcase under his head. His slender torso was even more flushed with color than his cheeks. James’ nipples chose this moment to flare and harden under his gaze, making Bram groan out loud.
James was the picture of debauched innocence to Bram—young, needy, pure and wanton all at once. Running his hands over James’ abdomen and chest, Bram didn't think he would ever get tired of loving this hesitant but responsive man. He was willing to take his entire lifetime to find out.
Balanced on his knees between James’ wide spread, quivering thighs, Bram eased out of his lover's body slightly then inched back in, savoring the velvety, sliding sensation in the slippery channel. He gradually stopped petting his lover, leaving one massive, square hand splayed on James’ lower abdomen, both to keep James still and to reassure his lover.
Starting from the moment they left for the dinner party, Bram had watched James’ insecurities bubble up one by one from the shallow closet where most of them stayed hidden. He had watched and waited, looking for the moment when they all came to a head and James began to break under the strain of their weight. Bram recognized the uncharacteristic frenzy James had displayed earlier. Bram saw the desire, the absolute need in James’ eyes for Bram to claim him, mark him, to reaffirm their love was real and solid. He knew where the sudden panic and fear had come from, and he knew he was the only one who could convince his lover what they were meant to be forever.
He understood why James had tried to initiate a session of rough sex, needing the power, strength, and domination the familiar scene created. It usually catered to both of their basic needs, but tonight Bram wanted to take James to a new place, a place where seduction and slow, gentle lovemaking would burn the truth right past all the gates and walls surrounding James’ hammering heart. Tonight, Bram was going to claim James right down to his curled, slender toes.
A shaky gasp escaped James, and Bram eased in another half inch, delighting in the way James arched his neck and clenched his eyes at the tiny invasion. James tossed his head from side to side on the pillow, fists digging deeper into the sheets bunched under his fingers.
"That's it, baby. Let
"More than I'd thought possible, Jamie.” In a slow, predatory crawl, Bram eased up James’ body. Eyes locked on James', he came in close enough to brush his lips over James’ open mouth and murmured, “Just have to convince you of it now."
His voracious lover dove down and claimed James’ lips in a kiss so long, slow, and thorough, even the mattress under them seemed to melt from the force of it. By the time it ended, James felt as if a swirling tornado named Abraham had sucked him up into its wildly swirling energy and carried him off into a new dimension where all that mattered was the powerful man's skilled touch and the raging storm of passion and need it created in James’ body and mind. James did what any reasonable man would do and surrendered to the force of nature now claiming his soul.
* * * *
"Going to make this last, baby, last a real long time.” Bram eased the head of his cock into James’ tight hole, steeling himself against the delicious sensations teasing the broad, smooth tip. Only past the flared rim of the bulb, he held both himself and James still as his lover's stretched muscles clenched and unclenched around his thick shaft. Every squeeze was like a hot, wet caress and Bram had to concentrate to keep from plunging in deeper to find more of the heavenly touch.
James lay beneath him, pert, little ass angled toward him on a firm pillow, dark blue eyes half-lidded and unfocused, swollen mouth parted and panting, a please-fuck-me cadence to his rapid breaths and the restless, skittish movements of his head and hands. His dark curls were tangled and tossed, haloing his flushed face and contrasting sharply with the pale green of the pillowcase under his head. His slender torso was even more flushed with color than his cheeks. James’ nipples chose this moment to flare and harden under his gaze, making Bram groan out loud.
James was the picture of debauched innocence to Bram—young, needy, pure and wanton all at once. Running his hands over James’ abdomen and chest, Bram didn't think he would ever get tired of loving this hesitant but responsive man. He was willing to take his entire lifetime to find out.
Balanced on his knees between James’ wide spread, quivering thighs, Bram eased out of his lover's body slightly then inched back in, savoring the velvety, sliding sensation in the slippery channel. He gradually stopped petting his lover, leaving one massive, square hand splayed on James’ lower abdomen, both to keep James still and to reassure his lover.
Starting from the moment they left for the dinner party, Bram had watched James’ insecurities bubble up one by one from the shallow closet where most of them stayed hidden. He had watched and waited, looking for the moment when they all came to a head and James began to break under the strain of their weight. Bram recognized the uncharacteristic frenzy James had displayed earlier. Bram saw the desire, the absolute need in James’ eyes for Bram to claim him, mark him, to reaffirm their love was real and solid. He knew where the sudden panic and fear had come from, and he knew he was the only one who could convince his lover what they were meant to be forever.
He understood why James had tried to initiate a session of rough sex, needing the power, strength, and domination the familiar scene created. It usually catered to both of their basic needs, but tonight Bram wanted to take James to a new place, a place where seduction and slow, gentle lovemaking would burn the truth right past all the gates and walls surrounding James’ hammering heart. Tonight, Bram was going to claim James right down to his curled, slender toes.
A shaky gasp escaped James, and Bram eased in another half inch, delighting in the way James arched his neck and clenched his eyes at the tiny invasion. James tossed his head from side to side on the pillow, fists digging deeper into the sheets bunched under his fingers.
"That's it, baby. Let
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