So a bit of porn...
This is for Cindy B. who is so nice!
Randy likes sex. Randy likes sex a lot. And he has sex a lot. But Randy likes variety. Vanilla sex is all well in good and he could live with it forever. But what he craves is the weight of Nick pressing him into the mattress, with his hands useless above his head, and dirty talk: Nick’s mouth against his ear whispering every detail of what Randy is in for. How’s he going to fuck him hard and deep and long, so long, until Randy is screaming for release, and withering on the bed like some harlequin in a five dollar romance novel. Oh, Randy craves it.
He craves it in the shower, Nick beside him gently washing his back, sometimes placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. Soapy hands caressing his body, quick fingers playing with his hair, so tenderly so sweet. Nick always makes him feel beautiful, and loved, and wanted. And don’t get Randy wrong, no; he loves gentle. The fact that Nick will spend so much time and effort to ensure that Randy is happy and content, not only in bed, but in life as well. It’s just that sometimes, in his daydreams.
Nick spins him around, slamming him into the title, brown eyes near black, hot and lustful, and Randy will submit, and let Nick have his way, over, and over. Nick will force his tongue into Randy’s mouth, all lips and teeth and hot, so hot. And then he will fall to his knees and Nick will fuck his mouth, yanking his hair and forcing him to swallow, swallow, ever bit. And Randy will lap him up as if it were the finest wine.
But when Randy goes for Nick’s cock in the shower, Nick reminds him they have to be in at work in 30 minutes. Nick believes that sex is for the bedroom, even though it was the living room, where they first consummated their relationship.
Randy tries to bring out Nick’s wild side; he’s tried everything. Leaving handcuffs hanging on a bed post, dressing like a slut in tight black jeans and a mesh shirt with eyeliner (which had gotten a good response, but Nick had still been control), and that one time he tried jealousy. Randy swore he would never do it again. That haunted look in his lover’s eyes, the overwhelming sadness, and the silence in the car ride home. And then, the heartbreaking talk, Nick saying he would understand if Randy wanted to end it, and no matter what he would view Randy as his friend. Randy spent a nearly a month convincing Nick of his love for him, and the commitment to their relationship.
Randy was sick of subtle. It was time for Nick to meet Randy’s kinky side.
“Randy,” Nick calls from the door, “are you here?”
“Bedroom.”
Nick carefully hung up his hat, locked the door, and made his way into the bedroom.
There, spread eagle, lay Randy; hands cuffed above head, and a cock ring holding his erection.
“Well are ya just gonna stand there?”
Nick’s eyes were dark, and it made Randy’s entire body flush.
“Come and get me.”
In two strides Nick was out of his pants and shirt and sliding on top Randy, lips leaving a trail of nibbles from neck to groin.
“Bite me, Nick, bite me, I want to feel it, give it to me.”
With out hesitating, Nick did. Arching up, Randy kept Nick’s mouth on his skin, urging him to do more.
Suddenly, Nick looked up, eyes boring into Randy’s.
“This is what you want?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Randy, what have I told you about cussing?” Nick asked causally stroking Randy’s dick, toying with the ring.
“What are…are…you gonna do about….’bout it.” Randy gasped in between spasms of pure pleasure, entire frame shaking.
Nick crawled up Randy’s body, and nuzzled his ear, “Now, what are we going to do about your vocabulary.
Randy shuddered and felt his dick responding, oh yeah, this is what he wants.
Nick smirked, yanked off the ring, and swallowed Randy whole.
Randy yelped and nearly came.
Nick lapped at Randy’s dick, placing small kitten licks on the crown and sides. With a pop, he releases Randy’s cock. He stretches out on top of his lover. Lightly he trails his fingers down Randy’s sides, sending a million signals along his nerves. Ray loves the weight of him on him, nearly crushing him, but somehow it feels right. His mouth closes over Randy’s nipple, suckling it like a baby on a mother's tit. Randy hands itch to work through his hair pulling him up, down, close, farther. But he is helpless. This is what he wants. Nick’s other hand goes to the twin nipple, plucking it like a guitar. Randy arches up, and he can feel Nick’s grin against his chest, then he moves the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Satisfied, he travels up, slowly, stopping here and there to nibble or lick.
Randy finally remembers how to speak. "Fuck me," his ragged voice whispered.
Capturing the younger man’s lips Nick shoves his tongue down his throat and palms his balls.
Moaning, Randy throwing his head back.
"Don't cum," Nick orders, squeezing the captured cock. A protest dies in Randy’s throat as he plunges a lubed finger in. Still holding his orgasm, Nick prepares him.
"Now." Randy urges, voice horse with talk and screaming.
"Now what?" His voice is light and teasing. Randy narrows his eyes
"Fuck you."
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Nick clicked his tongue, “Language my dear.” He breathes into his lover’s ear, as he rolls on the condom and eases in.
An easy rhythm takes over. Wood bites into Randy’s hands as he squeezes the headboard as Nick drives into him. Cum splatters on Randy’s stomach, and Nick collapses onto him.
Spent, Randy can only lay there, as Nick unlocks the cuffs, and gently rubs the redden wrists. “That,” a kiss to his left wrist “was,” kiss to the right wrist “amazing,” Nick whispers against Randy’s lips.
They kiss soft and slow, enjoying the flavor of one another. Curling up together, they fall asleep.
Randy likes sex. Randy likes sex a lot. And he has sex a lot. But Randy likes variety. Vanilla sex is all well in good and he could live with it forever. But what he craves is the weight of Nick pressing him into the mattress, with his hands useless above his head, and dirty talk: Nick’s mouth against his ear whispering every detail of what Randy is in for. How’s he going to fuck him hard and deep and long, so long, until Randy is screaming for release, and withering on the bed like some harlequin in a five dollar romance novel. Oh, Randy craves it.
He craves it in the shower, Nick beside him gently washing his back, sometimes placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. Soapy hands caressing his body, quick fingers playing with his hair, so tenderly so sweet. Nick always makes him feel beautiful, and loved, and wanted. And don’t get Randy wrong, no; he loves gentle. The fact that Nick will spend so much time and effort to ensure that Randy is happy and content, not only in bed, but in life as well. It’s just that sometimes, in his daydreams.
Nick spins him around, slamming him into the title, brown eyes near black, hot and lustful, and Randy will submit, and let Nick have his way, over, and over. Nick will force his tongue into Randy’s mouth, all lips and teeth and hot, so hot. And then he will fall to his knees and Nick will fuck his mouth, yanking his hair and forcing him to swallow, swallow, ever bit. And Randy will lap him up as if it were the finest wine.
But when Randy goes for Nick’s cock in the shower, Nick reminds him they have to be in at work in 30 minutes. Nick believes that sex is for the bedroom, even though it was the living room, where they first consummated their relationship.
Randy tries to bring out Nick’s wild side; he’s tried everything. Leaving handcuffs hanging on a bed post, dressing like a slut in tight black jeans and a mesh shirt with eyeliner (which had gotten a good response, but Nick had still been control), and that one time he tried jealousy. Randy swore he would never do it again. That haunted look in his lover’s eyes, the overwhelming sadness, and the silence in the car ride home. And then, the heartbreaking talk, Nick saying he would understand if Randy wanted to end it, and no matter what he would view Randy as his friend. Randy spent a nearly a month convincing Nick of his love for him, and the commitment to their relationship.
Randy was sick of subtle. It was time for Nick to meet Randy’s kinky side.
“Randy,” Nick calls from the door, “are you here?”
“Bedroom.”
Nick carefully hung up his hat, locked the door, and made his way into the bedroom.
There, spread eagle, lay Randy; hands cuffed above head, and a cock ring holding his erection.
“Well are ya just gonna stand there?”
Nick’s eyes were dark, and it made Randy’s entire body flush.
“Come and get me.”
In two strides Nick was out of his pants and shirt and sliding on top Randy, lips leaving a trail of nibbles from neck to groin.
“Bite me, Nick, bite me, I want to feel it, give it to me.”
With out hesitating, Nick did. Arching up, Randy kept Nick’s mouth on his skin, urging him to do more.
Suddenly, Nick looked up, eyes boring into Randy’s.
“This is what you want?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Randy, what have I told you about cussing?” Nick asked causally stroking Randy’s dick, toying with the ring.
“What are…are…you gonna do about….’bout it.” Randy gasped in between spasms of pure pleasure, entire frame shaking.
Nick crawled up Randy’s body, and nuzzled his ear, “Now, what are we going to do about your vocabulary.
Randy shuddered and felt his dick responding, oh yeah, this is what he wants.
Nick smirked, yanked off the ring, and swallowed Randy whole.
Randy yelped and nearly came.
Nick lapped at Randy’s dick, placing small kitten licks on the crown and sides. With a pop, he releases Randy’s cock. He stretches out on top of his lover. Lightly he trails his fingers down Randy’s sides, sending a million signals along his nerves. Ray loves the weight of him on him, nearly crushing him, but somehow it feels right. His mouth closes over Randy’s nipple, suckling it like a baby on a mother's tit. Randy hands itch to work through his hair pulling him up, down, close, farther. But he is helpless. This is what he wants. Nick’s other hand goes to the twin nipple, plucking it like a guitar. Randy arches up, and he can feel Nick’s grin against his chest, then he moves the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. Satisfied, he travels up, slowly, stopping here and there to nibble or lick.
Randy finally remembers how to speak. "Fuck me," his ragged voice whispered.
Capturing the younger man’s lips Nick shoves his tongue down his throat and palms his balls.
Moaning, Randy throwing his head back.
"Don't cum," Nick orders, squeezing the captured cock. A protest dies in Randy’s throat as he plunges a lubed finger in. Still holding his orgasm, Nick prepares him.
"Now." Randy urges, voice horse with talk and screaming.
"Now what?" His voice is light and teasing. Randy narrows his eyes
"Fuck you."
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Nick clicked his tongue, “Language my dear.” He breathes into his lover’s ear, as he rolls on the condom and eases in.
An easy rhythm takes over. Wood bites into Randy’s hands as he squeezes the headboard as Nick drives into him. Cum splatters on Randy’s stomach, and Nick collapses onto him.
Spent, Randy can only lay there, as Nick unlocks the cuffs, and gently rubs the redden wrists. “That,” a kiss to his left wrist “was,” kiss to the right wrist “amazing,” Nick whispers against Randy’s lips.
They kiss soft and slow, enjoying the flavor of one another. Curling up together, they fall asleep.