sack. He wrapped his mouth around it and sucked; relishing in how Kirk’s body shook each time he did. He then licked his palm and grabbed a hold of Kirk’s piece. He stroked it up and down as he continued to suck on Kirk’s balls. It was slow and melodic, not the usual rough ride he gave.
Next, he moved on up, kissing at the base of Kirk’s penis as he continued to stroke. He ran his tongue up each inch slowly, getting it as wet as he possibly could. Kirk ran his hands over Lance’s head as he worked him, groaning and panting and moaning his pleasure. When Lance started sucking on the tip, Kirk’s entire body seized up.
“Fuck me!” Kirk yelped. “I love that! Jesus...”
“I know you do, babe,” Lance managed in between sucks.
He kept his lips on the end of that cock, licking at the hole and stroking his member the whole while. Meanwhile, Lance could feel his own cock bursting as it filled with blood. It trembled between his legs, begging to be utilized. Fuck, how much Lance would have loved to have just shoved it in Kirk’s mouth, to make him suck it for all he was worth... but he wasn’t about that now. Not tonight.
Instead, he continued to lick and suck at Kirk’s now sweaty body. He kissed around the base of his stomach, gently leaving little wet patches. He licked up his thighs and nibbled just where the thigh met the sack. He blew kisses onto it, he drooled, he lapped it up. He let Kirk know that in the moment, his pleasure was the most important thing.
But just having him with his mouth wasn’t enough. Soon, Lance wanted more. His cock was throbbing, and he had to be inside him.
“Here...” Lance pushed himself up on his knees and gripped Kirk by the hips. “If you’ll just... like this...” he was a little drunk still, but he managed to flip Kirk onto his stomach, and then have him arching his back and poking up his butt. “Much better,” Lance smirked.
Kirk had such a nice little ass too. It wasn’t big and fat, or flat and nothing. It was a nice rounded, apple shape, made even more so over the last few weeks from the gym. It also had the cutest smattering of peach fuzz that just sent Lance wild. He licked his fingers and ran them over Kirk’s hole, delighting in how his body shook as he did.
“You like that, don’t you?” Lance groaned as his wet fingers slipped inside of Kirk.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” Kirk groaned into the pillow. “Just... fuuuuuuck!”
Lance chortled as he licked his finger one last time and slipped it right inside of Kirk, as far up as he could go. He then moved forward, leaning over the man so that he could whisper right into his ear. “Ready?” he moaned.
“Please...” Kirk begged.
“Good boy.”
Lance pulled his finger out and sat up on his knees. His cock was already achingly hard. It throbbed in his hand, as if it too was begging to be put inside of Kirk. He had no lube available and was a little too drunk to consider getting some. So instead, Lance spat on his hand, loud enough so Kirk could hear, and then coated himself in his own saliva. Then, when his dick was nice and wet, he straddled Kirk, he pressed his head onto Kirk’s hole and then slowly, gently, carefully slid himself inside.
“Holy—!” Kirk bit into the pillow to stop himself from cursing.
Lance groaned from his throat as he felt Kirk’s asshole wrap itself around his cock. His arms shook as Kirk took all of him. His body quaked as his pelvis reached Kirk’s supple ass cheeks.
He shoved his face into Kirk’s neck and bit down hard. He spread his own legs a little further, to better his position and grip. And then, he made love to Kirk.
That was what it was too. Love making. Each time before this when the two had lain together, it had been pure fucking. Lance liked to dominate, and Kirk liked to be dominated. So, it made for a perfect match. This time it was different.
This time, it was slow and passionate. This time, it was more about the two men being entwined in one another, than it was about the actual sex. This time, it was about Lance and Kirk becoming one as Lance slowly, methodologically, thrust in and out of Kirk.
Slowly. Carefully. Loving. In and out. In and out.