good."
"I do?" Bay's tongue slid out, touched his. "You do." He grinned, shook his head. "What?" Bay asked, eyes on his face.
"I shouldn't be trying to taste a client."
"You don't have to," Bay said softly, turning away. "I want to."
Bay turned back, pressing into him, pressing their lips together. They both moaned, lips parting, tongues sliding together, so sweet. Bay shook, hands sliding into his hair. He pulled them closer together, trembling with the need to be gentle, careful.
Bay rubbed, heat hard against his belly. Rick's hand slid down, brushed Bay's ass, petting. Bay pushed into his hand eagerly, a moan filling his mouth. Oh. Fine. He groaned, tugging Bay closer, bodies sliding together.
Bay's kisses grew sloppy, harder, so wanton. He leaned back, bringing Bay with him.
"Oh!" Bay rubbed harder, eyes going wide as his hips moved furiously.
"Mmm. Good." Rick spread his thighs, drawing Bay between his legs.
"Too many clothes," Bay told him.
He nodded. "Do you want to try the bed?"
"If you want. You're comfortable." Bay's eyes were starting to glaze as his hips still moved.
"I'm hard and wanting." He reached down, unfastened Bay's slacks, the palm of his hand smoothing over the long cock.
Bay's mouth opened soundlessly, a shudder moving through the slender body, heat splashing over his hand.
"Mmm... there. That's it." He stroked a little more, drawing out the aftershocks.
Another shiver and shudder and then Bay's mouth was on his again, soft and hot. "Oh, can we go to the bed now?"
"Yes. Yes, I think we can." He smiled, took a long kiss. Maybe now he could get Bay to sleep.
Bay popped up and took his hand, holding his pants up with the other. "Have you got lube?"
"In the bathroom, maybe." He stood, adjusted himself. Bay dragged him off toward the bathroom.
"You're supposed to be dozy and sated..." He was laughing, stumbling behind.
"You haven't done me yet."
"No. No, I haven't." He shook his head.
Bay found the lube and then dragged him off to the bedroom. The boy stopped suddenly. "Is this okay? I just... it feels so good when you touch me."
"It's good." He brought Bay's hand to his aching cock. "Really good."
Bay moaned, moving in close again, hand worming its way into his pants.
"Oh." He pushed a little. "That's good."
Bay's hand slipped out again, fingers working his buttons, zipper, pushing his shirt off and his pants down. He cupped the back of Bay's head, brought their lips together again, moaning low. Bay's mouth opened to his, pressing eagerly, rubbing against him again. The kiss went deep right off the bat, Bay's mouth sweet, open. Bay melted against him, clothes rough against his skin.
He cupped Bay's ass, rocked them together. It was Bay who pulled off his own clothes, pressing close again as soon as he was naked, clinging like a limpet.
Rick moved them toward the bed, moaning at the feel of them together, sliding and warm. Bay pulled away and lay down, moving restlessly, body reaching for his touch, calling to him.
"You're so hot, Bay." He leaned down, kissed Bay's belly.
Bay arched up into his mouth, moaning, hands sliding over his head, his shoulders. He licked and lapped, tracing the indent of Bay's navel, the concave belly.
"Oh, Rick..." Bay's legs shifted restlessly, hands still moving on him, opening and closing against his skin.
"Yes, Bay?" He moved up, kissing, licking, heading for one tight nipple.
"Hmm? Oh! Feels good." The green eyes were dark, sparkling.
"You taste good." He nipped the tight flesh, teasing.
Bay whimpered and shuddered. "You're not just fucking me..."
"Is that okay?"
Bay nodded, fingers sliding along his cheek. "Different." "I like to touch, make it last." He kissed those fingers.
Another shiver went through the slender body. "I can touch back, right?"
"I wish you would."
That earned him a shy, beaming smile, Bay's fingers sliding into his hair. He moaned,
"I do?" Bay's tongue slid out, touched his. "You do." He grinned, shook his head. "What?" Bay asked, eyes on his face.
"I shouldn't be trying to taste a client."
"You don't have to," Bay said softly, turning away. "I want to."
Bay turned back, pressing into him, pressing their lips together. They both moaned, lips parting, tongues sliding together, so sweet. Bay shook, hands sliding into his hair. He pulled them closer together, trembling with the need to be gentle, careful.
Bay rubbed, heat hard against his belly. Rick's hand slid down, brushed Bay's ass, petting. Bay pushed into his hand eagerly, a moan filling his mouth. Oh. Fine. He groaned, tugging Bay closer, bodies sliding together.
Bay's kisses grew sloppy, harder, so wanton. He leaned back, bringing Bay with him.
"Oh!" Bay rubbed harder, eyes going wide as his hips moved furiously.
"Mmm. Good." Rick spread his thighs, drawing Bay between his legs.
"Too many clothes," Bay told him.
He nodded. "Do you want to try the bed?"
"If you want. You're comfortable." Bay's eyes were starting to glaze as his hips still moved.
"I'm hard and wanting." He reached down, unfastened Bay's slacks, the palm of his hand smoothing over the long cock.
Bay's mouth opened soundlessly, a shudder moving through the slender body, heat splashing over his hand.
"Mmm... there. That's it." He stroked a little more, drawing out the aftershocks.
Another shiver and shudder and then Bay's mouth was on his again, soft and hot. "Oh, can we go to the bed now?"
"Yes. Yes, I think we can." He smiled, took a long kiss. Maybe now he could get Bay to sleep.
Bay popped up and took his hand, holding his pants up with the other. "Have you got lube?"
"In the bathroom, maybe." He stood, adjusted himself. Bay dragged him off toward the bathroom.
"You're supposed to be dozy and sated..." He was laughing, stumbling behind.
"You haven't done me yet."
"No. No, I haven't." He shook his head.
Bay found the lube and then dragged him off to the bedroom. The boy stopped suddenly. "Is this okay? I just... it feels so good when you touch me."
"It's good." He brought Bay's hand to his aching cock. "Really good."
Bay moaned, moving in close again, hand worming its way into his pants.
"Oh." He pushed a little. "That's good."
Bay's hand slipped out again, fingers working his buttons, zipper, pushing his shirt off and his pants down. He cupped the back of Bay's head, brought their lips together again, moaning low. Bay's mouth opened to his, pressing eagerly, rubbing against him again. The kiss went deep right off the bat, Bay's mouth sweet, open. Bay melted against him, clothes rough against his skin.
He cupped Bay's ass, rocked them together. It was Bay who pulled off his own clothes, pressing close again as soon as he was naked, clinging like a limpet.
Rick moved them toward the bed, moaning at the feel of them together, sliding and warm. Bay pulled away and lay down, moving restlessly, body reaching for his touch, calling to him.
"You're so hot, Bay." He leaned down, kissed Bay's belly.
Bay arched up into his mouth, moaning, hands sliding over his head, his shoulders. He licked and lapped, tracing the indent of Bay's navel, the concave belly.
"Oh, Rick..." Bay's legs shifted restlessly, hands still moving on him, opening and closing against his skin.
"Yes, Bay?" He moved up, kissing, licking, heading for one tight nipple.
"Hmm? Oh! Feels good." The green eyes were dark, sparkling.
"You taste good." He nipped the tight flesh, teasing.
Bay whimpered and shuddered. "You're not just fucking me..."
"Is that okay?"
Bay nodded, fingers sliding along his cheek. "Different." "I like to touch, make it last." He kissed those fingers.
Another shiver went through the slender body. "I can touch back, right?"
"I wish you would."
That earned him a shy, beaming smile, Bay's fingers sliding into his hair. He moaned,
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