“So, um, exactly how extensive was your exploration of my, uh…”
“Porn library? Spank bank? Finely organized collection of masturbatory materials?”
Chris claps a hand over his eyes. “Yes, that.”
“I got a general overview of your love of ladies wearing butt plugs, but I’ve got to say, the gay stuff was pretty poor quality.”
“First you break into my porn stash and then you insult it?”
“Sorry, sorry!” Zach says quickly, rolling over to press apologetic kisses to Chris’ collarbone. “Why don’t you just tell me what you’re into and let me find some good stuff for you?”
“Oh, what I’m into, huh?” Chris chuckles, getting comfortable as Zach licks and nips his way down Chris’ chest. “You want specifics? Okay, I’m into gorgeous, intelligent, yet slightly arrogant brunet men who like to get down on all fours and have their skinny asses pounded by ruggedly handsome Lotharios with blue eyes and a stunning command of the English language.”
Zach lifts his head. “Okay, I just know you’re trying to tell me something, but what?”
Chris lets out a surprised laugh, one hand coming up to trace Zach’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Well, the ‘on all fours’ part is negotiable and the pounding can wait, but the basic scenario is one of my favorites.”
“Well, aren’t you a lucky bastard tonight?” Zach growls, rolling onto his back and pulling Chris on top of him.
“You have no idea.”
Chris kisses Zach deeply, stealing the breath from his lungs as their tongues curl and lash against each other. Zach couldn’t get away if he wanted to – Chris is pinning him down so hard he can barely rock his hips up against the other man’s thigh as his cock starts to swell again. When Chris finally pulls back, Zach is nearly gasping. He’s completely at Chris’ mercy and his heart squeezes hard in his chest at the thought. “Chris,” he says before he can think better of it. “I’m yours.”
“Mmm, for the rest of the night,” Chris murmurs happily as he nuzzles Zach’s throat.
“For as long as you want.”
Chris doesn’t even pause. “That could be a while.”
“I know.”
“Is this what you want?” Chris asks softly, lifting his head to look Zach in the eye.
“Yes,” Zach says fervently, wanting to leave no room in Chris’ head for doubt.
“Mmkay then,” Chris says with a gentle smile and an open-handed smack to Zach’s hip. “Up on all fours.”
The W Files, later that night, R
“Porn library? Spank bank? Finely organized collection of masturbatory materials?”
Chris claps a hand over his eyes. “Yes, that.”
“I got a general overview of your love of ladies wearing butt plugs, but I’ve got to say, the gay stuff was pretty poor quality.”
“First you break into my porn stash and then you insult it?”
“Sorry, sorry!” Zach says quickly, rolling over to press apologetic kisses to Chris’ collarbone. “Why don’t you just tell me what you’re into and let me find some good stuff for you?”
“Oh, what I’m into, huh?” Chris chuckles, getting comfortable as Zach licks and nips his way down Chris’ chest. “You want specifics? Okay, I’m into gorgeous, intelligent, yet slightly arrogant brunet men who like to get down on all fours and have their skinny asses pounded by ruggedly handsome Lotharios with blue eyes and a stunning command of the English language.”
Zach lifts his head. “Okay, I just know you’re trying to tell me something, but what?”
Chris lets out a surprised laugh, one hand coming up to trace Zach’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Well, the ‘on all fours’ part is negotiable and the pounding can wait, but the basic scenario is one of my favorites.”
“Well, aren’t you a lucky bastard tonight?” Zach growls, rolling onto his back and pulling Chris on top of him.
“You have no idea.”
Chris kisses Zach deeply, stealing the breath from his lungs as their tongues curl and lash against each other. Zach couldn’t get away if he wanted to – Chris is pinning him down so hard he can barely rock his hips up against the other man’s thigh as his cock starts to swell again. When Chris finally pulls back, Zach is nearly gasping. He’s completely at Chris’ mercy and his heart squeezes hard in his chest at the thought. “Chris,” he says before he can think better of it. “I’m yours.”
“Mmm, for the rest of the night,” Chris murmurs happily as he nuzzles Zach’s throat.
“For as long as you want.”
Chris doesn’t even pause. “That could be a while.”
“I know.”
“Is this what you want?” Chris asks softly, lifting his head to look Zach in the eye.
“Yes,” Zach says fervently, wanting to leave no room in Chris’ head for doubt.
“Mmkay then,” Chris says with a gentle smile and an open-handed smack to Zach’s hip. “Up on all fours.”
“The pounding?”
“The pounding.”
“Bring it.”