Kei stared at the sexy older man. His cheeks were flushed pink and he was breathless, probably from throating Kei's dick whole and sucking the fuck out of it like it had never been sucked before. His mind went back to the image of the Michael submissively looking up at him, begging to have his face fucked just a few minutes ago. It's hard to walk on sand with this boner, Kei thought. Thankfully, they were right in front of the hotel already.
Kei has always been a jealous man. A lot of his relationships failed because they told him he was too possessive. He didn't really know why. He was confident in himself, but he couldn't help but obsessively want his sexual partners only for himself. He was pretty good at sex so they agree at first, but they all start to feel suffocated at some point. He's been trying to get better at that for the past few years and he's been making great strides.
Then this happens with Michael. The beautiful, bi-curious man said he had a wife. These types of situations were normally still off-limits to him. The guy had a wife; he'd get fucking jealous and they'd both end up miserable.
Kei didn't expect himself to agree. But he did. He took Michael's hand and led him inside the luxurious beach-front hotel.
Kei stayed at a pretty expensive, high-end hotel, Michael observed. Every marble and furniture inside screamed luxury. They even had to take an elevator to get to the room. The younger man immediately pressed the button before pushing Michael on the wall, kissing his lips fiercely. He hurriedly unbuttoned the older man's polo as he pushed his own half-naked body completely onto his.
Michael whimpered as the younger man started groping at his chest and nipples, his polo now threatening to fall off from his slightly exposed shoulders. Good thing there weren't any people out in this hour.
Kei grunted, "When is this fucking elevator going to open?"
The older man felt breathless. He looked at the wolfish desire on Kei's expression. The gorgeous young man's previous polite, composed attitude was now completely gone as he drooled over Michael's body. He knew it was a bit pathetic, but he felt giddy at Kei's transparent lust for him.
He felt beautiful.
Michael felt a wave of courage and teasingly put his hands on the young man's crotch as he asked, "You said you.....found me hot. Awhile ago. Tell me, Kei."
Michael nervously gulped, but still continued, "Tell me what you thought when we locked eyes this morning."
Kei asked, confused, "I thought you didn't remember meeting eyes with me?"
"You're a fucking gorgeous man, from head to toe. Did you really think I wouldn't? I panicked and lied," Michael said in frustration.
The younger man laughed at the confession, biting his lip as he struggled to hide the joy in his eyes.
Michael fucking remembered him.
"I basically eye-fucked you blatantly; I looked at your body and wondered how you would taste like. How you would feel inside me. You were smiling...until you looked back at me. Why did you look at me, Kei?" Michael pressingly asked, his fingers sensually touching the rigid cock bulging through the pants. He felt Kei's breath hitch.
"I... don't know. I just saw your e-eyes and I couldn't help but stare--don't t-touch me there, baby. I can't even fucking walk right now," Kei whined as he scolded Michael's naughty hands.
Michael's hands continued wandering as he urged, "And?"
"A-and, I don't know, you were just so p-pretty. Fuck. You looked like you were enjoying the sand and the b-beach and I found that so fucking attractive. Then I saw t-that ass."
Michael was taken aback. His groping temporarily stopped.
Kei stuttered as he blushed, "You have a really p-pretty butt, okay? I HAD to look at it; look at you. You were just so beautiful. God, this is more embarrassing than I thought. Shit. Surely you noticed how happy I was when I m-met you again at the bonfire."
Michael felt the corners of his mouth uncontrollably rising at his cute, hilarious candor. He cackled.
Kei rolled his eyes in mock-derision as he slapped Michael's ass. The older man yelped in response.
"Let's see if you can still laugh with the pounding your ass would take tonight." Kei said as he kissed him gently on his eyelids.
Michael shuddered. The complete contrast of his lewd words and the sickeningly sweet gesture had his mind reeling and his knees weaker than it already was. His lips unconsciously parted and Kei took advantage as he invaded the older man's mouth with his tongue. He felt him brush against the corners of his teeth. Michael squirmed at the weird, ticklish sensation. It annoyed him somewhat that Kei was a great kisser. The young man was way bolder and skillful in making out than his middle-aged ass. Where was the justice?
He snapped back from his thoughts when Kei lightly bit at his tongue. the competitive Michael took that as a challenge and he made out with the man harder and more enthusiastically. Kei seemed to have noticed because he felt the young man smirk and amp up his tongue action in response.
Until the door of the elevator opened.
Kei smoothly grabbed his waist with his toned arms before dragging him inside. Michael didn't struggle and just continued kissing him, his hand on the man's neck and chest; the whole sequence looking more like a well-choreographed dance than two actual guys just struggling to stop themselves from fucking the shit out of each other on the elevator.
Michael obsessively looked at the gorgeous man's naked upper body again. He leaned in and aggressively licked him from his solar plexus to his collar bones. Michael tasted the edible oil--strawberry mint--along with what he assumed was Kei's salty sweat. It tastes so good, Michael thought distractedly. He saw the younger man hastily pushing a button from the corners of his eyes. He didn't see what floor number Kei pressed on the elevator clearly--he was too focused on the body in front of him; this work of art. Michael bit his lip as he played with the still oiled-up pecs.
"Wanna just do it here?" Kei asked jokingly.
"I'm not entirely against that honestly." Michael replied.
Kei stared blankly at him.
The elevator opened. Michael took his hand and whispered, "But, I'd rather do it in a bed for now. So take me to your room, lover boy."
Kei grinned.
"As you wish, sir." He pulled the older man's hand to meet his lips and kissed the back suavely like a gentleman. He then lead him by the hand.
