Noah threads his fingers through the soft strands in front of him as he pushes his back further into the coarse ones behind. He watches as Luke wraps swollen lips around the tip of his cock and uses his tongue to flick and tease around the head. With every inch that disappears into that quiet, dark heat Noah whimpers, digging his heels as hard as he can into the floorboard of the hayloft. Using the barrel that he sits against as leverage to try and push in deeper.
“Oh, God. Luke,” he whines as the hay buries itself into the small of his back, scratching the pale skin above his hips. He takes his thumb and ghosts it across Luke’s cheek, feeling his dick in the hollow of it, the heat warming though. “So good. So beautiful.”
Luke works his way back up, letting his tongue run along the underside and over veins, before pulling off. His eyes go dark and Noah fists strand after strand of hay at his sides as he wonders what Luke is doing. He lets out small, low moans as he feels Luke move his fingers over his spit laded cock, watches as he twirls the same fingers through the clear fluid at the top before bringing them to his already slick, stained lips and one by one sucking each of them dry.
“Holy fuck.”
Luke smiles before crawling up next to Noah, all the while using those same fingers to wrap them back around Noah’s still aching cock. “Did you like that, baby? Like when I clean you up?” Luke asks, soft breath floating into Noah’s ear, his hand now speeding up and working hard against the tightness of heated flesh.
All Noah can do is nod while he lets out a strangled cry as he comes hard and fast and straight into Luke’s palm while his boyfriend kisses his temple and works him through the aftershocks. He turns and pulls Luke down into a kiss, forcing his tongue deep within, searching for himself. After they break apart Noah turns to Luke and breathlessly says, “Clean. Clean is good.”
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Date: 2009-01-31 08:35 am (UTC)“Oh, God. Luke,” he whines as the hay buries itself into the small of his back, scratching the pale skin above his hips. He takes his thumb and ghosts it across Luke’s cheek, feeling his dick in the hollow of it, the heat warming though. “So good. So beautiful.”
Luke works his way back up, letting his tongue run along the underside and over veins, before pulling off. His eyes go dark and Noah fists strand after strand of hay at his sides as he wonders what Luke is doing. He lets out small, low moans as he feels Luke move his fingers over his spit laded cock, watches as he twirls the same fingers through the clear fluid at the top before bringing them to his already slick, stained lips and one by one sucking each of them dry.
“Holy fuck.”
Luke smiles before crawling up next to Noah, all the while using those same fingers to wrap them back around Noah’s still aching cock. “Did you like that, baby? Like when I clean you up?” Luke asks, soft breath floating into Noah’s ear, his hand now speeding up and working hard against the tightness of heated flesh.
All Noah can do is nod while he lets out a strangled cry as he comes hard and fast and straight into Luke’s palm while his boyfriend kisses his temple and works him through the aftershocks. He turns and pulls Luke down into a kiss, forcing his tongue deep within, searching for himself. After they break apart Noah turns to Luke and breathlessly says, “Clean. Clean is good.”