Painted On My Heart

Chocolate sauce would probably be a bitch to clean off the plush, cream-colored material, but he couldn’t care about that right now. Not with the way Kellus’s clever mouth and warm tongue worshiped his skin, causing goose bumps to spring up all over his body, chasing all previous thoughts of the old furniture far from his mind. Kellus worked his way up his neck and nibbled along his jaw. Arik tilted his head, licking at the chocolate smudge at the corner of Kel’s mouth before tracing the outline of his lover’s lips with his tongue. He took Kel’s mouth with his, pushing his tongue in deep. Kellus tasted like vanilla sweet cream with hints of bourbon and everything Arik had ever wanted. He became desperate and hungry for more, greedily claiming Kellus with his kiss.

Kellus broke from the kiss and sat up, discarding the empty bowl and spoon, before grabbing something off the table. In a lust-filled daze, Arik watched Kel work to free the rubber from the package then roll it down Arik’s rigid cock. His lover grabbed the bottle of lube, and a big blob of the slick goo dropped to his stomach as Kellus coated his fingers, then spread it all over his condom-covered length in a few toe-curling strokes. All the attention his guy had given him had left him in a state of ecstasy. Kellus lifted onto his knees and reached behind himself.

Kel’s eyelids fluttered, his sexy lips parted with a soft exhale. Holy hell! He was sexy as fuck. Arik’s blood boiled hotly through his veins, and his dick twitched in anticipation under the intensity in Kel’s hooded gaze. When Arik came to his senses and realized Kel’s intentions, he started to move, but Kellus stopped him, using his free hand to push him back down against the chaise.

“Kel, let me,” he pleaded, wanting to push his fingers into that perfect tight heat and make Kellus beg as he prepared him.

“No. Watch me.” Those words had him gripping himself and stroking his cock double time as he watched his lover’s hips move back and forth as he fucked himself with his own fingers. Honestly, that had to be one of the hottest fucking things he’d ever seen. Kellus’s eyes were on his, and he could feel the small tremors shaking Kel’s body. He was just about certain if he kept on watching and jacking himself he was going to come before he got inside his lover, but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop either.

The smell of chocolate and male arousal filled his nostrils. Arik inhaled deeply, breathing in the heady scent, then lifted his free hand and ran it down Kel’s quivering stomach. He couldn’t help himself, not with all the smooth planes and deep valleys enticing him to touch. So beautiful. He loved how Kel’s muscles flexed and rippled under his palm as Kellus moved over him, getting into position.

“Babe, you make me so fucking needy.”

“Then fuck me.” Kellus batted his hand out of the way. Strong warm fingers gripped his dick, guiding it snugly against his entrance. They both groaned as Kel’s hot flesh gave way and the tip of his cock slipped past the tight outer ring of muscle, then pushed satisfyingly through the next as Kellus lowered himself inch by inch onto his cock. Releasing a pent-up breath, Arik forced himself to hold still, to give Kellus time to adjust to his girth. He fought every impulse in his body demanding he press up into all that tight heat. But damn, Kellus took his sweet time, sinking down on him so agonizingly slow that he wasn’t certain he could remain still.

When Kellus’s ass rested fully against his groin, his lover dropped his hands to his chest, pinning him against the lounge. Arik submitted, allowing Kel’s weight to hold him in place as he started to rise up and push down, slowly fucking himself on Arik’s length. Kel’s body felt so good stretching around him, squeezing him with all that welcoming heat. Arik rolled his hips, trying to bury his cock deeper every time Kellus sank down, and it wasn’t long before they found the perfect rhythm.

After running his hand through the melted ice cream and small amount of lube that had spilled on his stomach, he gripped Kel’s hard length again and began to work him in long, deliberate strokes. As he arched up into him, he used his thumb to circle the broad head, dipping into the slit, spreading the pearl of pre-come that had gathered at the opening.

“So fucking good,” Arik growled as Kel’s muscles contracted and rippled around him threatening to send him tumbling over the edge. Kellus sped up, lifting and lowering rhythmically, driving the breath from his lungs every time he plunged back down.