"You sure changed your tune mighty fast." Kane's hands were busily tugging his dress shirt from his slacks. His knuckles accidently brushed against Avery's throbbing hard-on causing him to screw his eyes shut as an all-consuming need coursed through his veins. He couldn't help but let out a groan as those same knuckles skated up and down his length again; this time, no doubt, with deliberate intent. Kane knew exactly how to push his buttons and bring his body to life. In a matter of seconds, his husband managed to get him out of his shirt, undo his pants, had his slacks pushed partway down his thighs, and had a hand down the front of his silk boxers.
"Is this what you had in mind?" Kane's mouth settled on his, and that familiar warm hand curled around his cock, stroking him as he was pushed backward from the closet door and across their room. Oh, yeah, it was exactly what he had in mind. He wanted Kane to take control, tease him, suck him, stretch him, and then pound into his ass till neither of them could move. His needy ass clenched tight at the decadent thought.
"Oh, God… Fuck." His hips bucked forward into Kane's warm palm, seeking the friction. Kane complied and tightened his grip. Kane smiled against his lips. The man knew exactly what he was doing. Kane licked a trail along the seam of his lips, drawing him closer. He pressed their bodies firmly together as Kane's wet tongue dipped into his mouth. Avery instinctively opened wider, deepening the kiss. His tongue brushing and curling around Kane's as they fought for dominance. He moaned at the heat and pressure of Kane's body crowding against his, and he moved him across the large space. Avery tilted his head, finding a better angle, and submitted to the kiss, allowing Kane to devour his mouth.
God, he loved this man, always had. Avery's world had been tilted on its axis the day he laid eyes on Kane. His soul had found its other half; he'd been told 'when kindred souls meet, they were destined to be together, always.' And there was no doubt he'd met his kindred soul in Kane. He let his husband continue guiding him toward the bed, careful not to trip over the dress slacks that were now pooled around his ankles. The edge of the bed stopped his backward motion, and he finally took the time to rid himself of the annoying pants, kicking them across the floor. "Make love to me, Kane. I need you."
Without a word, Kane sank to his knees in front of him and dipped his head, swallowing his length in one smooth motion. The gesture forced the air from Avery's lungs. He sank his fingers in Kane's thick dark hair and thrust forward, driving himself deeper into the hot, wet tightness of Kane's throat. Avery watched, mesmerized, as Kane's head bobbed up and down on him, sucking then licking across his swollen tip before taking him deep into his throat, over and over again. Kane's blue eyes lifted to meet his and held him there with that intense gaze. Kane's large hand slid up the inside of his thigh and cupped his balls. His husband tugged his sac away from his body and rolled it gently in his palm as he sucked Avery's cock between his lips. Avery smiled at Kane and ran his fingers down along his open jaw.
"You're so beautiful like this." And he was, his blue eyes hooded with desire and his full lips stretched wide around him. Kane hummed around his sensitive dick and went back to work. The hot wet suction of Kane's mouth threatened to undo him. He rolled his hips, pushing deeper, and began to fuck his husband's face with vigor. Heaven. Yes, heaven, that was exactly how he would describe the draw of his lover's skilled mouth. He closed his eyes, Kane's mouth felt so good, too good, and now he was torn between pulling away or coming down the moist cavern of his throat.
Kane took the decision from him when he suddenly released the mind-numbing suction on Avery's cock and flattened his hand against his chest, pushing until he tumbled back onto the mattress, legs splayed wide. He heard the bottle hit the nightstand next to them and opened his eyes to see Kane coating his fingers and ridged cock with lubrication. Kane leaned down and took his mouth in a bruising kiss, he could taste himself on Kane's tongue as it was pushed between his lips and deep into his mouth. He greedily sucked him in, enjoying the mingling of the flavors melting across his own tongue. Kane's mouth was the only part of his partner's body touching him. And God, he loved that mouth, but he craved skin on skin. Avery cupped the back of Kane's head and tugged him forward begging for more of this man against him. Kane broke from the kiss and stood watching him, an evil glint in his eyes.
"On your stomach, babe." Kane urged him over, and before he could fully get his knees under him and his ass in the air, Kane sank a long slick finger into his channel. He clenched around the digit and pushed back against Kane's hand, seeking more. Another finger quickly joined the first, and he moaned at the feel of the thick fingers scissoring inside him. His lover withdrew his hand, and he whimpered at the loss.
"Kane, I want you in me now." He wiggled his ass, begging to be filled.
"Not just yet. I'm enjoying watching you squirm." Kane pushed three fingers back into him and slowly pumped them in and out of his entrance, twisting and dragging them against his prostate with each stroke.
"Jesus," Avery groaned and pushed his upper body off the mattress, forcing his weight back, and began fucking himself on those wicked digits.
"Now, Kane. Fuck me…now," he demanded and tried reaching behind him to stroke Kane's length, hoping to set them both on even ground, but his teasing husband kept what he was searching for just out of his reach. "Dammit, Kane, don't make me beg."