laughing and trading kisses.
The tickling dies off and I settle for just kissing him, rubbing my hands all over his body. He's a little tiny bit slimmer than Jamie, not as defined. I'm way smaller than both of them, and I like that they're more substantial than me. I'm thinking about that as I make my way up his neck with my mouth, my fingers feeling his nipple rings through his shirt.
He groans and arches his neck.
"Like that?" I ask, not really needing him to answer. I think I ask him that every time I get to concentrate on his rings. He always answers the same too; it's becoming our thing. Jamie says it's cute, but it makes him roll his eyes at us.
"Yeah, harder," Paul says, right on cue.
I push his shirt up and there's a couple moments of uncoordinated struggle as he half sits up to pull it off and I dive for his chest. Soon enough, though, we're as comfortable as we can get, sprawled on the couch half-dressed. I go to town on his right nipple, licking and sucking and pulling on the ring with my teeth. He's moaning, holding my head in place and undoing my hair tie.
He likes to feel my hair over him when we make out. I hate that it gets in my mouth, but it really sends him wild, so I let it go. A worked up Paul is a happy Gent, and I don't look my gift horses in the mouth.
50
Gemini
by Chris Owen
I pull at his other ring with my fingers and he bucks under me, rubbing his cock on me. I'm lying on top of him, between his legs, and fuck, he's hard. I am too, but feeling him drill into my belly like that is something else. He's gasping my name and his fingers are tangled in my hair, and he's about to pop.
So I have to decide if I want to make him come in his pants or if I want to play with the gift I got him. Easy choice.
He glares at me as I sit up, and I grin down at him, strip off my own shirt. I move my legs, straddle him and push my dick against his, just two layers of denim between us. Well, maybe a pair of shorts too, I don't know—all I know is I'm commando, and it wouldn't surprise me if he is, too.
We are so easy. The whole bunch of us.
"You look like you have something planned," he says, rocking against me.
"Do I?" I ask, trying to look sweet and innocent.
He rolls his eyes at me, the brat. "Yeah. But if it involves less clothes than this, I'm in."
I grin and bend down to kiss him; he tastes like marinara sauce and red wine. When I let him go we're both a little breathless again and he's looking kind of dazed. When I try to stand up, he pouts.
"Shush, baby. Got something for you." I climb off and go to my bag, already packed by the door.
"Rubbers?" he says hopefully. "Flavoured lube?"
"Better," I promise, taking the small package to him. "But yeah, got rubbers and lube too, not flavoured though."
51
Gemini
by Chris Owen
"Good, they never taste like what they're supposed to be."
He sits up and reaches for the package, smiling up at me. I hold it back and swat his hand away. "Hey!" he protests, laughing. "Thought it was for me?"
"It is," I assure him. "But first you gotta take off your pants."
He stares at me for a moment and then laughs. "That line usually work for you?" he asks. But he stands up and undoes his jeans, toeing off his shoes at the same time.
"Yup," I grin at him. Then I strip off too, both of us grinning like fools. Both of us naked and hard under our jeans.
"We're so easy," he says ruefully.
"Lie down," I tell him, one hand holding the present, the other digging in my jeans for a rubber.
He does as he's told, pulling idly at his dick. "Going to fuck me?" he asks, spreading his legs.
"Nope." I grab the lube from behind the couch and toss it to him. "You're going to do me."
His cock jumps and mine gives a sympathetic twitch.
"Whatever you say," Paul agrees happily.
In short order I'm straddling him again, his fingers in my ass as I roll the rubber over his prick and stroke him a bit.
"Gent." He shudders when he says my name. "Go easy or this is gonna end."
I nod,
The tickling dies off and I settle for just kissing him, rubbing my hands all over his body. He's a little tiny bit slimmer than Jamie, not as defined. I'm way smaller than both of them, and I like that they're more substantial than me. I'm thinking about that as I make my way up his neck with my mouth, my fingers feeling his nipple rings through his shirt.
He groans and arches his neck.
"Like that?" I ask, not really needing him to answer. I think I ask him that every time I get to concentrate on his rings. He always answers the same too; it's becoming our thing. Jamie says it's cute, but it makes him roll his eyes at us.
"Yeah, harder," Paul says, right on cue.
I push his shirt up and there's a couple moments of uncoordinated struggle as he half sits up to pull it off and I dive for his chest. Soon enough, though, we're as comfortable as we can get, sprawled on the couch half-dressed. I go to town on his right nipple, licking and sucking and pulling on the ring with my teeth. He's moaning, holding my head in place and undoing my hair tie.
He likes to feel my hair over him when we make out. I hate that it gets in my mouth, but it really sends him wild, so I let it go. A worked up Paul is a happy Gent, and I don't look my gift horses in the mouth.
50
Gemini
by Chris Owen
I pull at his other ring with my fingers and he bucks under me, rubbing his cock on me. I'm lying on top of him, between his legs, and fuck, he's hard. I am too, but feeling him drill into my belly like that is something else. He's gasping my name and his fingers are tangled in my hair, and he's about to pop.
So I have to decide if I want to make him come in his pants or if I want to play with the gift I got him. Easy choice.
He glares at me as I sit up, and I grin down at him, strip off my own shirt. I move my legs, straddle him and push my dick against his, just two layers of denim between us. Well, maybe a pair of shorts too, I don't know—all I know is I'm commando, and it wouldn't surprise me if he is, too.
We are so easy. The whole bunch of us.
"You look like you have something planned," he says, rocking against me.
"Do I?" I ask, trying to look sweet and innocent.
He rolls his eyes at me, the brat. "Yeah. But if it involves less clothes than this, I'm in."
I grin and bend down to kiss him; he tastes like marinara sauce and red wine. When I let him go we're both a little breathless again and he's looking kind of dazed. When I try to stand up, he pouts.
"Shush, baby. Got something for you." I climb off and go to my bag, already packed by the door.
"Rubbers?" he says hopefully. "Flavoured lube?"
"Better," I promise, taking the small package to him. "But yeah, got rubbers and lube too, not flavoured though."
51
Gemini
by Chris Owen
"Good, they never taste like what they're supposed to be."
He sits up and reaches for the package, smiling up at me. I hold it back and swat his hand away. "Hey!" he protests, laughing. "Thought it was for me?"
"It is," I assure him. "But first you gotta take off your pants."
He stares at me for a moment and then laughs. "That line usually work for you?" he asks. But he stands up and undoes his jeans, toeing off his shoes at the same time.
"Yup," I grin at him. Then I strip off too, both of us grinning like fools. Both of us naked and hard under our jeans.
"We're so easy," he says ruefully.
"Lie down," I tell him, one hand holding the present, the other digging in my jeans for a rubber.
He does as he's told, pulling idly at his dick. "Going to fuck me?" he asks, spreading his legs.
"Nope." I grab the lube from behind the couch and toss it to him. "You're going to do me."
His cock jumps and mine gives a sympathetic twitch.
"Whatever you say," Paul agrees happily.
In short order I'm straddling him again, his fingers in my ass as I roll the rubber over his prick and stroke him a bit.
"Gent." He shudders when he says my name. "Go easy or this is gonna end."
I nod,
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