STEFAN
Stefan walked backwards into his bedroom, never taking his eyes off of Ash as he led him to the bed. He perched on the edge; the foam material of the mattress sunk under his weight. Spreading his legs, he pulled Ash in by the hips, surprising himself by how relaxed he was. Things were definitely about to go further than dry humping and hand jobs, and he was totally okay with it. He was even excited.
His eyes took stock of the man in front of him--from Ash's blonde hair thrown up into a top knot to his bright blue eyes, from his Grecian nose to his lovely pink lips--and was left breathless by his beauty.
He had to kiss him.
Without words, Stefan's hands slid down the backs of Ash's thighs, lightly tugging him forward. Ash used Stefan's shoulders for support to straddle his waist; his weight was a pleasing comfort.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, Stefan pulled Ash's mouth to his. The kiss was slow and easy, simply kissing just to kiss and not a means to an end, their lips fitting together again and again like the perfect puzzle. Ash's fingers ran through his hair, scraping lightly across his scalp. Stefan's hands teased the hem of Ash's shirt, fingertips lightly tracing along his lower back.
That touch sparked something between them. Ash desperately grabbed at the collar of Stefan's shirt, breaking apart just long enough to pull his shirt over his head.
Stefan dropped it on the floor by his feet and scooted back on the bed. Ash followed, crawling after him, a lion after its prey. When Stefan stopped, Ash resumed his position, climbing back into Stefan's lap, knees astride.
Propped up on his elbows, their eyes were locked in on each other; chests expanding, breaths heavy with anticipation.
Ash placed his hands on Stefan's chest and pushed, forcing him flat on his back. He rolled his hips forward, grinding their cocks together, just once, and stopped. Wanting more friction, more feeling, Stefan canted his hips upward, but Ash put his weight into his hands, instructing Stefan, without words, to stay down.
He obeyed.
Satisfied, Ash's fingers kneaded his muscles; his fingers threaded through his wispy chest hair, gently tugging. The sting had Stefan hissing through his teeth.
Ash rolled his hips forwarded once more and leaned in, brushing the tips of their noses together; his breath ghosted over Stefan's lips but never connected. He was being such a tease, and Stefan loved it.
Sliding a hand up, Ash cupped Stefan's neck and turned his head to the left. He placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before raking his teeth along his jawline. His mouth continued to kiss a trail down his neck and across his collarbone. He kissed down his chest, stopping just long enough to flick a nipple with his tongue but not to satiate him.
Stefan wasn't sure if he was allowed to touch, so kept his hands fisted in his bedsheets as Ash licked and kissed a path downward. Every little touch left his skin tingly and him desperate for more.
When he reached the waistband of his underwear, Ash looked up through his long eyelashes to make sure that Stefan was paying attention. He moved back to his elbows so he could get a better look.
He kissed along the elastic, the already sensitive skin twitching and undulating with each tender touch. His nerves tingled and his dick throbbed. Ash's teeth tugged at the band, releasing it with a
snap
! that caused Stefan to hiss and jump. Without missing a beat, before the bite had faded, his mouth latched onto the skin right above his hip. Stefan threw his head back and moaned.
His mouth brutally sucked and licked, clearly trying to work a bruise into his skin, and the idea made Stefan so hot and impossibly harder. He loved the thought of having a love bite in such a secret place. He could imagine one of the guys at his gym seeing it and wondering which woman gave it to him while secretly knowing the sexy truth.
He released the skin with an audible
smack
and wasted no time continuing his downward odyssey, mouthing his dick through the material of his shorts. Stefan luxuriated in the feeling of his hot breath on his aching cock.
Sitting up, Ash tapped his thigh and said, "Hips up."
He popped up long enough for his lover (realizing just then how much he liked that label for Ash--
his
lover, his beautiful, blonde lover) to pull down his shorts. His dick sprang free, pointing straight up in the air, the tip already glistening with precum.
Ash inhaled sharply, his eyes going wide as he took in this recent revelation. (Stefan didn't think anyone had ever looked as dick that way before, amazed and almost ravenous.) He licked his lips as his hand trailed lightly from the base to the tip, barely a touch.
"When I tell you that I have been
fantasizing
about this dick for damn near a decade..."
