Frankie couldn't breath with the grip around his neck. He felt so out of control, but so peaceful, how can two conflicting feelings clash into such pleasure?
The brown eyes that watched him also held him. They can see him struggle for air, they watch carefully. Bear arms hold him tight, they are the only thing keeping him grounded.
Santiago watched the boy under him fall apart. He enjoyed the power he wielded, the trust, perhaps even the mistrust, the boy placed in him. He wouldn't hurt his kitten though, he was a sweet boy, a dirty one, but a lovely one. He sang in moans and Santiago couldn't get enough.
Green eyes long clouded began to close and Santiago slowly released his grip. Air sucked into the boy's pretty lips, Santigo pushed his fingers in. The kitten, as Santiago called him, was smaller than Santiago. Santiago had abs and the kitten was slimmer and the only visible muscle he had was his arms. They both had short black hair, but Frankie's was longer in the front, like an overgrown mohawk.
Santiago was a 6'5 hairy man with short black hair that curled at the top and shaved sides. The man under him stared at the freckles scattered on the other man's darker face. Then his eyes ran down his muscular chest, he had hair spread across it and down his abdomen.
Kitten licked at his fingers as he gasped beautifully for air. Once his lungs were replenished he sucked on the fingers, begging for more.
Santiago kissed down the man's body, then sucked on the man's small prick. The man moaned desperately, when he was released his hips pushed forward seeking heat.
Santiago smirked. His boy was desperate, they both were, he supposed. His own cock was leaking and was hard for the boy. Since he laid eyes on him he knew he had to have a taste.
Moving over the boy he pushed his dick into the beautiful mouth. Eagerly the mouth took him in, Santiago groaned, his lover was a natural he wished he could keep his cock warm all day.
The bottom loved having his mouth full, but his penis also ached. He reached below to tug.
