tugged him closer, gave him more strength, more pressure. He pulled up Simon's shirt, moaning into the hot mouth as he found skin. The kiss deepened, Simon walking him back toward the wall.
Oh, fuck, it was good. Hot and heavy and Simon taking control was the sexiest thing. He moaned as his back hit the wall, his hands finding Simon's ass and tugging him close. That hand on the back of his head tilted him, letting the kiss deepen even further, Simon stealing his breath. He clung,
ready to let Simon do anything, as long as it kept feeling this good, this hot, this necessary.
His jeans were unzipped, hand hard and hot on his cock, pumping him, making him buck. He wrapped one leg around Simon, bucking and humping into that hand, trusting Simon and all those glorious muscles to keep him up. Simon made his head swim, knew exactly what he was doing, how to make it feel good.
Oh, fuck he was close, right there. He humped harder, chasing his orgasm. That thumbnail scraped along his slit, sharp and sparking, making him fucking scream. He came hard, heat splashing over Simon's hand.
"Mmm..." Simon hummed softly into his lips, bringing him down.
He moaned softly a shiver going through him. "You're good, Simon. I can't wait to see what's next."
"Next? A nap. For both of us." Simon stepped back and he could see the sheer exhaustion there, eyes red-rimmed.
He slid his hand down between them. "Want me to take care of you first, Simon? I give a mean blowjob."
His hand was caught, stroked. "In the bed. I'm about asleep now. If I come? I need to be in a bed."
"Works for me."
He leaned in to lick at Simon's bottom lip and wandered down the hall. "Which one's the bedroom?" he asked, looking in the first door and finding the bathroom.
"Down at the end." Simon locked doors, brought the bag with him.
He found the bedroom and pulled the sheets down, bouncing on it for a minute. "Oh, this'll do."
Simon chuckled. "Glad you approve."
The bedroom door was locked, the man stripping quickly, putting the pistol beside the bed.
He shivered at the reminder of why they were here and started stripping himself.
Simon was built like a god, but the pale skin was dressed in scars, all different kinds.
Oh wow, he bet they could kill hours with Simon telling him how he got each one. But Simon wasn't the only one who was exhausted and he could feel the tiredness crawling up his spine now that he'd gotten off.
He pushed Simon back onto the bed, climbing up and going right for the prize. Simon's cock was fat, thick, almost angry as it pushed out, throbbed. He licked at the leaking tip, moaning at the sharp taste, so different from Bay, but still all man. He took the fat head in his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking.
Simon groaned, hips rolling, sliding on the sheets, one hand in his hair. Another time he'd tease and run his mouth off, but not this time. Ken let his mouth slowly drop down on Simon's prick. It was so much thicker than he was used to,
but not quite as long as Bay's and he got it all in, throat swallowing around the tip.
Simon pumped, slow and easy, careful, stretching his lips. He moaned whishing he wasn't so tired and took everything Simon had to give. It didn't take long before Simon was humping, moving faster, taking his mouth. Oh yeah, he was good. He sucked harder, tongue swiping around the tip of Simon's prick every time he could. Yeah. Come on, Red, give it to me.
Simon arched, bucked once and came, seed splashing on his tongue. He swallowed a bit, let the rest slide out of his mouth. He wiped Simon clean with a corner of the sheet and moved up the muscled body, pushing his tongue into Simon's mouth.
Simon kissed him, soft and lazy, then rolled them, holding him close. "Sleep. Now."
He giggled. "Yes, Caveman Red."
His ass got popped, nice and hard. "Don't pull the tiger's tail, kid. I bite."
"Promise?"
Another pop burned his ass. "Yep.
Oh, fuck, it was good. Hot and heavy and Simon taking control was the sexiest thing. He moaned as his back hit the wall, his hands finding Simon's ass and tugging him close. That hand on the back of his head tilted him, letting the kiss deepen even further, Simon stealing his breath. He clung,
ready to let Simon do anything, as long as it kept feeling this good, this hot, this necessary.
His jeans were unzipped, hand hard and hot on his cock, pumping him, making him buck. He wrapped one leg around Simon, bucking and humping into that hand, trusting Simon and all those glorious muscles to keep him up. Simon made his head swim, knew exactly what he was doing, how to make it feel good.
Oh, fuck he was close, right there. He humped harder, chasing his orgasm. That thumbnail scraped along his slit, sharp and sparking, making him fucking scream. He came hard, heat splashing over Simon's hand.
"Mmm..." Simon hummed softly into his lips, bringing him down.
He moaned softly a shiver going through him. "You're good, Simon. I can't wait to see what's next."
"Next? A nap. For both of us." Simon stepped back and he could see the sheer exhaustion there, eyes red-rimmed.
He slid his hand down between them. "Want me to take care of you first, Simon? I give a mean blowjob."
His hand was caught, stroked. "In the bed. I'm about asleep now. If I come? I need to be in a bed."
"Works for me."
He leaned in to lick at Simon's bottom lip and wandered down the hall. "Which one's the bedroom?" he asked, looking in the first door and finding the bathroom.
"Down at the end." Simon locked doors, brought the bag with him.
He found the bedroom and pulled the sheets down, bouncing on it for a minute. "Oh, this'll do."
Simon chuckled. "Glad you approve."
The bedroom door was locked, the man stripping quickly, putting the pistol beside the bed.
He shivered at the reminder of why they were here and started stripping himself.
Simon was built like a god, but the pale skin was dressed in scars, all different kinds.
Oh wow, he bet they could kill hours with Simon telling him how he got each one. But Simon wasn't the only one who was exhausted and he could feel the tiredness crawling up his spine now that he'd gotten off.
He pushed Simon back onto the bed, climbing up and going right for the prize. Simon's cock was fat, thick, almost angry as it pushed out, throbbed. He licked at the leaking tip, moaning at the sharp taste, so different from Bay, but still all man. He took the fat head in his mouth, closing his lips around it and sucking.
Simon groaned, hips rolling, sliding on the sheets, one hand in his hair. Another time he'd tease and run his mouth off, but not this time. Ken let his mouth slowly drop down on Simon's prick. It was so much thicker than he was used to,
but not quite as long as Bay's and he got it all in, throat swallowing around the tip.
Simon pumped, slow and easy, careful, stretching his lips. He moaned whishing he wasn't so tired and took everything Simon had to give. It didn't take long before Simon was humping, moving faster, taking his mouth. Oh yeah, he was good. He sucked harder, tongue swiping around the tip of Simon's prick every time he could. Yeah. Come on, Red, give it to me.
Simon arched, bucked once and came, seed splashing on his tongue. He swallowed a bit, let the rest slide out of his mouth. He wiped Simon clean with a corner of the sheet and moved up the muscled body, pushing his tongue into Simon's mouth.
Simon kissed him, soft and lazy, then rolled them, holding him close. "Sleep. Now."
He giggled. "Yes, Caveman Red."
His ass got popped, nice and hard. "Don't pull the tiger's tail, kid. I bite."
"Promise?"
Another pop burned his ass. "Yep.
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