Semantics IV
Ok, so they were naked. But.. it still wasn't sex, right? After all, there was absolutely no penetration happening, of any kind. It was just... rubbing.
And boy was it ever! They had snitched some of Donut's body oil from the bathroom and wasted no time in testing it out, their bare cocks sliding against one another as they panted in time. Grif was grinding their hips together with lust-filled enthusiasm, sliding his tongue along Simmons's bare chest.
This was hot! Not the shy tumble into the new experience of one another that last night had offered - well, more shy on Simmons's half, and more tumble on Grif's - but today they were kissing and panting and moaning out one another's names. They felt like they couldn't get enough of one another, couldn't get quite close enough, couldn't kiss each other deep enough. This was definitely hot.
They continued to kiss, to bite at one another's lips, to explore the inside of one other's mouth. They continued to thrust against one another's eager, willing bodies. Simmons's hands slid down Grif's sides, grasping at his ass to pull him further down, force their groins closer together..
And then, one of Simmons's fingers brushed against Grif's hole. He groaned, breaking the kiss and dropping his head to Simmons's chest as he pushed back a little to feel it again. Simmons's fingers were still slick with the body oil, and when Grif pushed back again, the tip of one slipped inside.
Grif might have lost it right there. He hadn't guessed that anything could feel quite as good as this did. He rolled his hips forward slowly, then pushed back harder, taking a bit more of the finger.
"Oh god, Simmons," he groaned out. Simmons was speechless. But he wasn't stupid. Grif liked this. He shifted a little to get a better reach, then pushed his finger deeper inside. Grif groaned deeper, sweat beading on him as the intensity of what they were doing drove him quickly towards his climax.
Simmons pulsed with Grif's thrusts a few times, then eased in a second. That was all it took. Grif clung to him as he spilled cum out between them, tightening hungrily around Simmons's fingers. Simmons could only begin to guess at how good that would feel around other parts of his body.
Grif was shaking slightly, collapsed on Simmons's chest as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued to make him clench and shudder for some time.
"Grif?"
Grif couldn't actually form entire words yet. "Muh?"
"That was... that was, uh..."
"Mumffmmrr," Grif mumbled into his neck, currently not caring about a damn thing but the amazing, mind-blowing orgasm he'd just had.
Simmons closed his eyes half way. After the shower, he had been more just enjoying the feeling of Grif against him rather than being particularly driven to finish again himself. Now he was happy just to lay here and hold him and wonder at how quickly things can change. Two days ago he never would have considered even contemplating having sex with another man.
Wait. It wasn't sex. Right?
It wasn't sex.
It was not sex.
Despite his conscious denial, he felt himself getting excited over the prospect of slipping inside of Grif, of feeling those muscles tighten around his cock and milk him for all he was worth. Grif had obviously liked the attention he got there, and Simmons decided he would be only too happy to give him an encore. Well, an upgrade, really! He so desperately wanted to be inside him-
Wait.
Wouldn't that be sex?
Grif began to regain a bit of his senses, kissing Simmons tenderly a few times. Then he kissed his chest. Then his stomach. He slipped down his body slowly until he was positioned just between Simmons's thighs.
"Never thought I'd be here," Grif chuckled a little, but before Simmons could answer, he slipped his mouth around the head of his cock. Mmm. Donut's body oil doesn't taste half bad. Grif made a mental note to find out where he got it from.
Simmons stopped trying to figure out if this was qualifying as sex or not, far too busy lifting his hips up into Grif's mouth to worry about such things.
And boy was it ever! They had snitched some of Donut's body oil from the bathroom and wasted no time in testing it out, their bare cocks sliding against one another as they panted in time. Grif was grinding their hips together with lust-filled enthusiasm, sliding his tongue along Simmons's bare chest.
This was hot! Not the shy tumble into the new experience of one another that last night had offered - well, more shy on Simmons's half, and more tumble on Grif's - but today they were kissing and panting and moaning out one another's names. They felt like they couldn't get enough of one another, couldn't get quite close enough, couldn't kiss each other deep enough. This was definitely hot.
They continued to kiss, to bite at one another's lips, to explore the inside of one other's mouth. They continued to thrust against one another's eager, willing bodies. Simmons's hands slid down Grif's sides, grasping at his ass to pull him further down, force their groins closer together..
And then, one of Simmons's fingers brushed against Grif's hole. He groaned, breaking the kiss and dropping his head to Simmons's chest as he pushed back a little to feel it again. Simmons's fingers were still slick with the body oil, and when Grif pushed back again, the tip of one slipped inside.
Grif might have lost it right there. He hadn't guessed that anything could feel quite as good as this did. He rolled his hips forward slowly, then pushed back harder, taking a bit more of the finger.
"Oh god, Simmons," he groaned out. Simmons was speechless. But he wasn't stupid. Grif liked this. He shifted a little to get a better reach, then pushed his finger deeper inside. Grif groaned deeper, sweat beading on him as the intensity of what they were doing drove him quickly towards his climax.
Simmons pulsed with Grif's thrusts a few times, then eased in a second. That was all it took. Grif clung to him as he spilled cum out between them, tightening hungrily around Simmons's fingers. Simmons could only begin to guess at how good that would feel around other parts of his body.
Grif was shaking slightly, collapsed on Simmons's chest as the aftershocks of his orgasm continued to make him clench and shudder for some time.
"Grif?"
Grif couldn't actually form entire words yet. "Muh?"
"That was... that was, uh..."
"Mumffmmrr," Grif mumbled into his neck, currently not caring about a damn thing but the amazing, mind-blowing orgasm he'd just had.
Simmons closed his eyes half way. After the shower, he had been more just enjoying the feeling of Grif against him rather than being particularly driven to finish again himself. Now he was happy just to lay here and hold him and wonder at how quickly things can change. Two days ago he never would have considered even contemplating having sex with another man.
Wait. It wasn't sex. Right?
It wasn't sex.
It was not sex.
Despite his conscious denial, he felt himself getting excited over the prospect of slipping inside of Grif, of feeling those muscles tighten around his cock and milk him for all he was worth. Grif had obviously liked the attention he got there, and Simmons decided he would be only too happy to give him an encore. Well, an upgrade, really! He so desperately wanted to be inside him-
Wait.
Wouldn't that be sex?
Grif began to regain a bit of his senses, kissing Simmons tenderly a few times. Then he kissed his chest. Then his stomach. He slipped down his body slowly until he was positioned just between Simmons's thighs.
"Never thought I'd be here," Grif chuckled a little, but before Simmons could answer, he slipped his mouth around the head of his cock. Mmm. Donut's body oil doesn't taste half bad. Grif made a mental note to find out where he got it from.
Simmons stopped trying to figure out if this was qualifying as sex or not, far too busy lifting his hips up into Grif's mouth to worry about such things.