his mouth twitching. DJ cleaned the sweet cock off, humming and nuzzling and giving it all he had. Ry's hands slid through his hair, sweet sounds coming down on him like blessings. Then Ryan pulled him up, dragging him onto the sofa and into those warm arms.
"Want you, DJ. No. No, I need you."
"I'm right here." He brought their lips together, knowing Ryan could taste himself there.
Groaning, Ryan deepened the kiss, tongue sliding through his mouth as Ry's hands slid down his back to grab his ass. He ground down, his cock sliding on Ryan's belly.
"Take me to your bed, DJ? I want to love you properly."
"God, yes. Please." He kissed Ryan's chin. "The comforter is wonderful, but don't ask me what color it is."
"I'll tell you what color it is. If you care." Ryan moved them so they were standing.
He might have still wondered if this was real, but Ry kept touching him, holding onto his hand. He led Ryan into the big bedroom. It was simple, but huge, with a door to the balcony for Walter.
"It's blue, like your eyes. The comforter, I mean."
"My assistant picked it out."
"She's got good taste. Do I need to be jealous?"
"Possibly. Marlena has a beautiful brand new grandson. I hear he's the most wonderful thing ever."
Ry had tightened up when he'd first started talking, but then he relaxed and laughed. "Tease."
"I told you, I'm looking for Mr. Right. I want forever." He wanted a partner, a lover, a husband. A life.
"And I'm looking for you. I thought my career meant more than anything, but instead it didn't mean anything without you. I love you, DJ. Forever."
"I hope you're sure."
"I hope you'll believe it one day."
"Me, too." He drew Ryan down into the sheets.
Ryan lay on top of him, pressing him into his comforter and rubbing against him, body hot and solid. It felt like every inch of his skin was being explored, adored. Soft kisses pressed over his lips, then his jaw, Ry making his way down, very slowly. Those hands mapped him, tickling his ribs, circling his nipples, spreading his thighs.
He could feel Ry's prick slowly firm up again, going from half to fully hard and hot as Ry explored him.
"Needy man."
There was no denial; Ry's agreement was immediate. "Fuck, yes."
DJ snorted, reached down, fingers searching Ryan's face. Ryan bit at his fingertips, then soothed them with his tongue.
"You're really here." He'd been dreaming it, but he knew this had to be real. He could see when he dreamed.
"I am." Ry pulled one of his fingers in, the suction going straight to his balls.
"You are..." His ass left the bed. His prick slid along Ry's chest, hit his chin. "Ryan." Oh, fuck. He was close.
"You want me, DJ?" Ry licked the tip of his cock.
"More than I've ever wanted anything."
Ryan kissed his belly. "Where's your stuff?'
"There's slick in the drawer in the headboard. Rubbers are in the bathroom." He hoped.
Ryan gave him a short, hard kiss. "Back in a second."
He pulled the comforter back, the fresh sheets. Were they doing this? Really?
Ryan was there a moment later, stepping up against his back. All he could do was moan, arch into the heat.
"Can't wait to feel you inside me, Danny." Only Ryan had ever called him that. Ever.
"Are you going to ride me?" The idea of burying himself in Ryan's ass made him need to tug his balls.
"You know it. Gonna make you come inside me." Ry pushed him down onto the bed, dropped down next to him.
He settled on his back, thighs spreading, his cock slapping his belly. Ry shifted and the next thing he knew his prick was swallowed up, Ry's head bobbing a couple of times before coming off again with a wet sounding pop.
Then Ry put slick on DJ's fingers. His eyes searched the darkness, the need to see Ryan instinctive.
Ryan straddled his waist and drew his fingers down, placed them against Ry's crack. "Get me ready, Danny. Please."
"No one's called me Danny since you."
"Good. That's ours."
He slid his fingers down, fingertips sliding around that tight hole. "Ours."
"Uh-huh.
"Want you, DJ. No. No, I need you."
"I'm right here." He brought their lips together, knowing Ryan could taste himself there.
Groaning, Ryan deepened the kiss, tongue sliding through his mouth as Ry's hands slid down his back to grab his ass. He ground down, his cock sliding on Ryan's belly.
"Take me to your bed, DJ? I want to love you properly."
"God, yes. Please." He kissed Ryan's chin. "The comforter is wonderful, but don't ask me what color it is."
"I'll tell you what color it is. If you care." Ryan moved them so they were standing.
He might have still wondered if this was real, but Ry kept touching him, holding onto his hand. He led Ryan into the big bedroom. It was simple, but huge, with a door to the balcony for Walter.
"It's blue, like your eyes. The comforter, I mean."
"My assistant picked it out."
"She's got good taste. Do I need to be jealous?"
"Possibly. Marlena has a beautiful brand new grandson. I hear he's the most wonderful thing ever."
Ry had tightened up when he'd first started talking, but then he relaxed and laughed. "Tease."
"I told you, I'm looking for Mr. Right. I want forever." He wanted a partner, a lover, a husband. A life.
"And I'm looking for you. I thought my career meant more than anything, but instead it didn't mean anything without you. I love you, DJ. Forever."
"I hope you're sure."
"I hope you'll believe it one day."
"Me, too." He drew Ryan down into the sheets.
Ryan lay on top of him, pressing him into his comforter and rubbing against him, body hot and solid. It felt like every inch of his skin was being explored, adored. Soft kisses pressed over his lips, then his jaw, Ry making his way down, very slowly. Those hands mapped him, tickling his ribs, circling his nipples, spreading his thighs.
He could feel Ry's prick slowly firm up again, going from half to fully hard and hot as Ry explored him.
"Needy man."
There was no denial; Ry's agreement was immediate. "Fuck, yes."
DJ snorted, reached down, fingers searching Ryan's face. Ryan bit at his fingertips, then soothed them with his tongue.
"You're really here." He'd been dreaming it, but he knew this had to be real. He could see when he dreamed.
"I am." Ry pulled one of his fingers in, the suction going straight to his balls.
"You are..." His ass left the bed. His prick slid along Ry's chest, hit his chin. "Ryan." Oh, fuck. He was close.
"You want me, DJ?" Ry licked the tip of his cock.
"More than I've ever wanted anything."
Ryan kissed his belly. "Where's your stuff?'
"There's slick in the drawer in the headboard. Rubbers are in the bathroom." He hoped.
Ryan gave him a short, hard kiss. "Back in a second."
He pulled the comforter back, the fresh sheets. Were they doing this? Really?
Ryan was there a moment later, stepping up against his back. All he could do was moan, arch into the heat.
"Can't wait to feel you inside me, Danny." Only Ryan had ever called him that. Ever.
"Are you going to ride me?" The idea of burying himself in Ryan's ass made him need to tug his balls.
"You know it. Gonna make you come inside me." Ry pushed him down onto the bed, dropped down next to him.
He settled on his back, thighs spreading, his cock slapping his belly. Ry shifted and the next thing he knew his prick was swallowed up, Ry's head bobbing a couple of times before coming off again with a wet sounding pop.
Then Ry put slick on DJ's fingers. His eyes searched the darkness, the need to see Ryan instinctive.
Ryan straddled his waist and drew his fingers down, placed them against Ry's crack. "Get me ready, Danny. Please."
"No one's called me Danny since you."
"Good. That's ours."
He slid his fingers down, fingertips sliding around that tight hole. "Ours."
"Uh-huh.
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