They sat there, next to each other, trying to watch a show they both would like. It was a rainy night and they were more than happy to be snug and dry and away from the pouring rains, and the noisy traffic jam way down below.
The rain created a moody, lazy climate, the perfect environment for some passionate lovemaking,and they did. They had succumbed to their desires, their passion, their cranial needs, letting their wildness and passion mingle with each other, as they devoured each other, exploring every inch of each other’s body, kissing, licking, sucking, caressing, squeezing, biting, and tasting each other. Not letting even an inch go unexplored, not letting an inch go untasted , not letting even an inch stay dry. Their body heat keeping them warm, their body now covered with sweet sweat.
They made the most of their wildness, their passion, but now they were clothed and seated there trying to decide what to watch. It wasn’t like that their passion had cooled down, it was just simmering below the surface. It wasn’t like they were spent force, they just as much liked to enjoy the calm between those wild moments.
Even though they sat next to each other, he couldn’t resist running his hands through his hair, rubbing shoulders. Like lovers who couldn’t keep their hand off each other. But they weren’t lovers. They really didn’t know what they were, cause they never thought of labelling what they had. They were two souls that connected well, that were able to bond well, and were now connected sexually too. Though at times he did wonder what they were, secretly hoping for something deeper.
He pulled him closer, and he obliged, sitting between his legs. Although he tried hard to concentrate on what was going on the screen, he felt drawn to him, a magnetic pull, a moth to the flame. He couldn’t keep himself from touching him, from playing with his hair, from kissing his neck. He didn’t want to stop, but he felt he needed to control himself.
It didn’t help that he reacted to his every touch, his every kiss, closing his eyes and taking deep breaths as he could feel his lips on his skin.
He pulled him and took him on his lap, letting him continue to kiss his neck, and all over shoulder. His every touch, his every lick, his every caress was turning him on, slowly reigniting that passion that was still very much crackling in the embers.
He removed his tee, giving him access to a wider canvas than his neck, once again letting it be explored and tasted and kisses and caressed.
He, on his part, unbuttoned his shirt, and buried his face in his chest, squeezing and kissing it and fondling like, that’s if his firm chest could be fondled.
He bit and sucked on his nipples, like a man greedily devouring food after a fast. He sucked on his nipples like he was hoping it would miraculously lactate with sweet nectar. The more he heard him mourn and curse, the more he got turned on, the more wild he got.
He liked the feeling that he brought to his nipples, but he also felt the searing pain with each bite, with each nibble. At the same time he felt the pleasure, the need, the desire to continue. Even though he knew it would leave him feeling sore and bruised, he didn’t mind it. And even though he put a fight, his body wanted him to give in and give into his mouth. And so he alternatively moaned and cursed, taking in every moment.
As he tugged hair back, when he couldn’t take the pleasure and the pain, slowly kissing his face, and then his neck, his chest , his nipples, and moving slowly down, freeing his manhood, taking it deep within, trying not to gag, sucking, kissing, making it wet, tasting the sweet and salty nectar of his vim. The more he moaned they more he tried to suck him deeper, stopping to see his expression, which was to immaculate, a beautiful sight.
And so it went on for a few minutes, their passionate and wild expression of their desires, their kinks. This was no love making, they didn’t want to call it that or even use the L for what they had between them. They wanted to concentrate on nurturing their bond and their careers, rather than jumping on to the relationship bandwagon. Neither did they want to call this a hookup, no matter how it may seem to the world outside. It wasn’t random, and it wasn’t fleeting. They did share a bond, a liking for each other, but they had no intention of jumping the gun and taking it into a territory that would make it awkward for them.
So they hugged and kissed and let their passion burn bright, and when it came time to say good night, they hugged each other tight, letting their vibes flow through each other, mingle with each other, promising to meet again soon, but this time in a non sexual situation.
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