Hawthorn '03: Acquired Tastes

He nuzzled into dark hair, inhaling deep. He loved the scent, reveled in the texture. ...mmm... silk...

His hands traced down revealed skin, pulling over muscles, playing across the smooth expanse.

...mmm... satin...

He lowered further, cupping the ready hardness trapped in supple leather with his fingers. He kneaded it, loving the urgent grunt, the rolling hips that undulated towards him that the action elicited.

He kissed as he worked, tasting nipples, tasting skin.

His fingers met at the trouser fastenings, unbracing them by feel as his lips continued - into the navel under his nose, sampling the sweet nectar hidden there.

He let the waistband go. Gravity overcame. Leather whispered away.

He journeyed back up the broad torso, kissing and nipping over the satiny feast of skin.

His hands lifted so fingers could tangle in silky hair, burrowing deep.

Their lips met in a heated kiss.

He let his weight pull them down, loosening the leather away from ankles with pushing toes as they fell into the bedroll.

Toes continued to flirt, trailing over corded muscles of the legs tangled with his.

He lifted one hip then the other, their trapped erections sliding sinuously together. He molded his fingers down the spine bowing away from him, resting them to splay around shapely ass cheeks.

Breath caught, mouth parting to open a trace wider than his, breaking their kiss.

Chris smiled, blinking his eyes open to feast upon his lover.

Buck smiled back then lowered for another kiss.

...mmm... heaven...

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