*All characters are 18+*
Jared woke up first, and for a moment he forgot where he was, but then he felt Darryl's hot breath against the nape of his neck, and the warmth of his body pressed into his. Jared couldn't stop the goofy sleepy grin that split his face in two. After a moment he turned around so he could bury his face into the older man's chest.
It was at times like these that Jared was grateful that Darryl was old enough to be his father (hell, grandfather), he felt so safe and protected. Darryl seemed so wise and strong.
Jared had to go to the bathroom quite badly, and he silently cursed his bladder. He managed to make a sneaky retreat without the older man waking up. After using the toilet, he snuck back into the flat and turned on the stove with a shy little grin on his face. He wanted to have a surprise for Darryl when his lover woke up.
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Darryl woke up to the unusual smell of breakfast in his flat. He normally made his own meals, but he usually made them himself, and he had never woken up to the heavenly scent of bacon and eggs and hash browns before. He never even made all three together; usually he was lazy enough so he just made a lot of one.
He looked up and saw a beautiful sight. Jared was standing at the stove, making breakfast in his large cast-iron frying pan. The boy's hair was still mussed from bedplay and sleep, his slender neck and white shoulders bore the red marks of Darryl's ravenous mouth, and perhaps best of all, the sweet boy was naked except for the pink apron.
Jared didn't know he was awake yet, so Darryl just spent a few pleasant moments eyeing his fresh young body, feeling hornier with every moment. Jared's back was slender and white, narrowing to the slender little waist that Darryl longed to put his hands on, his hips were slim, but still wide enough to be girlish and sexy. Just under the pink frilly knot of the apron strings was a pair of heavenly little buttocks.
They were silky and they were smooth, Darryl licked his lips, he knew that just a light touch on those sweet little globes would be enough to have Jared blushing and stammering and humping the bedsheets.
He tore his eyes reluctantly from those sweet cheeks and continued down to eye those slim thighs that bore hickeys from his mouth, and that sweet spot on the back of the knee that was so fun to nip and nibble. Jared's calves were muscular and smooth for a boy as skinny as he was, and very lightly furred with strands of hair barely thicker than peach fuzz.
Darryl liked men that had plenty of hair, but he was finding that Jared's boyish hairlessness was very sexy in its own way. He still had hair, like that soft gingery bush around his dick and the tasty little tufts in his armpits.
Darryl was very quiet when he got up. The bed was a bare mattress, so there were no springs to squeal and alert his unsuspecting prey. His cock jutted out in front of him, still a little soft but hard enough to stand away from his body like a diviner's rod, twitching and searching for a luscious reward.
Jared felt Darryl's bristly mouth against the smooth skin of his shoulder moment before the rest of his body caught up. He gasped a little and stood up on his toes from the shock, making his buttocks flex under the silken skin. He could feel the furry warmth of Darryl's chest against his back, and he could feel something hot and hard and tantalizing rest comfortably in the cleft of his buttocks. It fit there perfectly.
Darryl's hands rested on his hips and the starched apron rustled dryly. "Why don't you turn the stove off to make sure breakfast doesn't burn?" Darryl's voice was low and hoarse and growling, and it made Jared shudder and let out an aroused little cry. "I don't know about you, but I think I'm hungry for something else right now.
"Y-Yes D-D-Darryl!" Jared stuttered, giggled with delight at the shock and arousal. His cock popped to attention so fast that it's shape was already distending the apron. His trembling hands twisted the knob on the electrical stove so fast that it nearly popped off.
Darryl was too impatient to wait for Jared to walk to the bed, so he scooped the boy into his arms and Jared let out a cry of delight and surprise and arousal. Darryl heaved him into the air and dropped him onto the bed.
Jared giggled a little but his smile disappeared as he looked up into Darryl's lustful face. Jared was lying prone on the bed, his body slightly splayed. The apron was a mussed bundle of pink fabric around his crotch and stomach, and his cock distended the fabric nicely. Darryl was just standing there, filling his eyes with the sight of Jared, and his young fresh body
Jared looked up at him timidly, and blushing furiously, he lifted his hands so they rested on his tiny pink nipples. He moaned softly at the height of his arousal, and he very shyly began to touch the rest of his body.
Darryl watched hungrily as the small boy moved slowly and erotically, his body undulating on the bed as one hand plucked at his nipples to make them hard and the other moved aside the apron, and caressed his stiff bobbing penis and loose relaxed balls. His inner thighs were trembling and beaded with sweat, and Darryl's blue eyes followed the course of a gob of precome that slid stickily in a trail down to his navel.
Jared was gasping, and moving slowly on the bed so he didn't cream himself then and there. Darryl's eyes were the perfect catalyst, arousing him to no end.
Darryl could no longer handle the pressures of looking, and not touching. He could smell the breakfast singing in the hot iron pan, and for the rest of his life he would associate the smell of singed food with that wonderful morning. He lowered his head, and started to kiss those warm shivering inner thighs. The skin was smooth and firm and vulnerable against his lips. He nibbled at it with his teeth and tongue and Jared cried out so sweetly, shaking and forcing his hands to stay by his nipples.
"Please Darryl!" He begged in a low strained voice that broke on the last syllable. "Please!"
"Please what?" Darryl's tone was purposefully and comically bored, and he was looking up at Jared's face with his blue eyes twinkling.
While Jared struggled to find the words, Darryl nibbled at the sweet spot right behind the younger man's knees, right where their is a tendon showing, and it is covered with tender erogenous skin.
