"You're a boxers guy. I figured you would be," Avery said, biting his bottom lip. He kept his eyes on Kane's, his hands roaming the swells of the chest in front of him. Kane stayed silent, with his jeans pushed down to his upper thighs. Damn.
"Don't look at me like that. Be in this with me. Be right here with me," Avery said, pulling his own shirt over his head, tossing it aside with Kane's. "Take off your shoes…"
Avery leaned forward, threaded his fingers through Kane's hair and drew him forward for a kiss. He forced himself to slow down some. He pulled Kane against his body, wrapped him in his arms, and kissed him like they'd kissed in the wine room. Avery was already so turned on. His body's need for this man crushed every other thought coursing through his brain.
He could feel Kane slowly loosening up. Kane followed Avery's lead, wrapping his arms around him, running his fingertips and palms over the skin of his back. Damn, that was such a turn on. Avery didn't want to rush Kane, but after what he hoped was a sufficient amount of time, he turned up the heat on the kiss, working his way along Kane's jaw to his ear. He licked and nipped as he went, until he plunged his tongue in the inner depths of the shell. Kane's small moans and the grip on his body encouraged Avery to continue. He could definitely feel Kane's hardening arousal pressing against his.
"Take your shoes off. The bedroom's ready for us," Avery whispered. It cost him, but he stopped the flow of his lips and ran his nose along the length of Kane's neck until his face was buried in Kane's hair. He closed his eyes, breathing Kane in as the man worked his shoes off and then tugged at his jeans. God, he loved Kane's masculine, spicy scent. Finally Kane put his hands on Avery's waistband, pulled open the buttons on his jeans.
"You don't wear underwear," Kane stated. He pulled his head back a little. Only as far as Avery would let him, and he felt denied when Kane's scent wasn't the only thing he could breathe in.
"I do, just not tonight. I'm a briefs guy." Avery grinned at Kane's hesitant smile. "I didn't plan to do this in my doorway. I planned to have you come in, have a drink, unwind from the night. I just feel something in this. Something I need, if that makes any sense. I can't seem to control myself when you're within reach," Avery said, drawing Kane's head back to his shoulder so he could nibble on his ear.
"I don't need romance," Kane said, his voice hoarse. Avery prayed that was need speaking.
"Make no mistake, I will romance you, Kane Dalton, just not now. Right now I need to fuck you. Fuck you hard, and soft, and then do it all over again." Avery ran his nose over Kane's ear and back into his hair, breathing him in as if Kane were his only life source. "Take off my jeans. Touch me. I need to feel your hands on me. I crave your touch. Please."
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Avery seemed genuine, not like the player playing his game. Somehow the thought helped Kane justify this one-night stand. Kane mustered his nerve, forced himself not to consider the repercussions, and pushed Avery's jeans down his long legs until he kicked them off. Kane followed the pants to the floor, dropping to his knees, and looked up, his eyes landing on Avery's as he wrapped his fingers around the base of his shaft and directed the broad tip of Avery's cock to his mouth. He hoped the action came off as a bold move. Kane opened, sliding Avery deep into his mouth. A small taste of pre-come hit his tongue. Kane closed his eyes as Avery tangled both hands in his hair, guiding Kane in the rhythm he'd created.
"Damn, that feels good." Avery breathed out the last word on a groan.
Kane opened wider, willing himself to let Avery go as deep as he could. He slid his hands up Avery's thighs, then to his sac, cupping and starting a slow massage on his already retracting balls. His reward was the sound of a deep sensual moan from above. He cast his gaze up, meeting that intense amber stare yet again. He slid his hand around to grip the firm globe of Avery's ass. His fingers breached the crevice, sliding down to the rim. Avery tensed slightly at the contact, telling him everything he needed to know. Avery wasn't a regular bottom…and neither was he.
"Fuck, I'm already gonna come." Avery jerked himself away, ripping from the hold seconds after Kane slid his finger past the rim and massaged the gland inside. He took several steps backward and, for the first time tonight, created distance from Kane. Avery gripped himself tight with both hands, trying to stop the orgasm from overtaking him. "Not in my entryway. Not this way."
Kane stayed there on his knees, his eyes glued to Avery. At this point, he was completely unsure what to do. He couldn't ever remember being stopped in the middle of a blow job. He wasn't an expert by any stretch of the imagination, but in his experience, sex was a take what you could get kind of deal. No one ever worried whether Kane got what he needed. The release was the only important outcome to achieve. But apparently not with Avery, he seemed intent on making tonight special.
"Get up. Come with me, but don't touch me. It'll be my undoing. We're doing this right if it kills me," Avery said. He stayed a distance from Kane, but kept his eyes on him as he stood.
"You have to tell me where to go. I don't know your condo," Kane finally said as he got to his feet and picked up their clothes.
"I'm afraid you'll vanish if I turn away," Avery said, that intense expression returning.