Turkey/Egypt Smoking Hookah (4/?)
anonymous
January 6 2010, 02:27:22 UTC
“I know,” the Turk whispered against the man’s lips. Gupta felt the new metal slide into Sadiq’s curly hair, his nails grazing the man’s scalp as he pulled downward to make their mouths meet again. Gupta felt elated enough to kiss all over the other’s face, but the kiss was deepened and Sadiq’s tongue began to stroke at his own, groans escaping both of their throats. “You taste like cinnamon,” Sadiq growled as he gently pulled at Gupta’s bottom lip with his teeth. The smaller man gasped, wrapping his arms tighter around the other’s neck, and pressing his body closer.
Sadiq pulled back his face and leaned away from Gupta. “Take off your clothes,” the man commanded, letting his fingers trace along the smooth, sun-kissed jaw as Gupta rose and backed away. Gently removing his keffiyeh and setting it next to Sadiq’s mask, the Egyptian kept his eyes trained on the face of his lover, whose green eyes were dulled and hazy from lust now rather than the overwhelming smoke. Gupta’s deft fingers undid the buttons on the front of his kaftan, brushing the satin along the hyper-sensitive skin of his chest and abdomen as it fell to the floor, leaving him standing before Sadiq in only his soft linen trousers.
The man still sitting on the cushions reached forward to grab Gupta’s hand, pulling him back onto Sadiq’s lap, both men’s arousals now prominent. Gupta stayed propped up on his knees, the linen brushing against his skin and the silk pillows beneath him. From his vantage point, he looked down into Sadiq’s face, which was flushed slightly. The man’s lips were parted, his breaths coming quickly to bathe Gupta’s neck in their warmth.
While Gupta would never admit it out loud, he loved being on top of Sadiq, his face tilted downward and feeling the control that he had over his lover. He put on a small smirk, letting Sadiq know he enjoyed the look on the Turk’s face, letting him know that Gupta acknowledged the power he had over the larger man. Sadiq’s chest heaved with excitement and another growl escaped his lips.
Their ritualized seduction and power play needed no words. Regardless of who was on top, Gupta would give Sadiq whatever he wanted; they both knew that. But they enjoyed pretending…
Sadiq began to caress down Gupta’s back, his fingers tickling along the lithe spine and causing the smaller nation to arch his back and collide with Sadiq’s chest. The Turk moved in to nip and suck at the bronze column of Gupta’s neck while the fingers slid beneath the waistband of the linen, dipping into the dimples directly above the Egyptian’s ass.
“Take it off,” Gupta half begged, half demanded. His hands smoothed Sadiq’s robes off of his broad shoulders and gently scratched at the sinewy muscles underneath the skin. “This is taking too long.”
“So impatient,” Sadiq kissed the man above him, sliding both hands underneath the soft material to cup at Gupta’s behind, slowly sliding the material off of the body nestled against his own. Gupta maneuvered his legs out of the linen, his groin occasionally brushing against Sadiq’s which caused both to increase the speed and ferocity of the kiss that continued until Gupta was completely naked, his erection pressing against Sadiq’s hard abdomen.
Reaching behind himself with his right hand, Gupta grasped at his lover’s arousal after releasing it from the confines of fabric. He gave it a few quick jerks before positioning it beneath his ass and pressing the tip against his entrance. Sadiq threw back his head as he felt the Egyptian lower himself onto the Turk’s aching cock, the flesh accommodating him as it had so many times before with the same heat and tightness that Sadiq had come to expect yet never tired of.
Sadiq pulled back his face and leaned away from Gupta. “Take off your clothes,” the man commanded, letting his fingers trace along the smooth, sun-kissed jaw as Gupta rose and backed away. Gently removing his keffiyeh and setting it next to Sadiq’s mask, the Egyptian kept his eyes trained on the face of his lover, whose green eyes were dulled and hazy from lust now rather than the overwhelming smoke. Gupta’s deft fingers undid the buttons on the front of his kaftan, brushing the satin along the hyper-sensitive skin of his chest and abdomen as it fell to the floor, leaving him standing before Sadiq in only his soft linen trousers.
The man still sitting on the cushions reached forward to grab Gupta’s hand, pulling him back onto Sadiq’s lap, both men’s arousals now prominent. Gupta stayed propped up on his knees, the linen brushing against his skin and the silk pillows beneath him. From his vantage point, he looked down into Sadiq’s face, which was flushed slightly. The man’s lips were parted, his breaths coming quickly to bathe Gupta’s neck in their warmth.
While Gupta would never admit it out loud, he loved being on top of Sadiq, his face tilted downward and feeling the control that he had over his lover. He put on a small smirk, letting Sadiq know he enjoyed the look on the Turk’s face, letting him know that Gupta acknowledged the power he had over the larger man. Sadiq’s chest heaved with excitement and another growl escaped his lips.
Their ritualized seduction and power play needed no words. Regardless of who was on top, Gupta would give Sadiq whatever he wanted; they both knew that. But they enjoyed pretending…
Sadiq began to caress down Gupta’s back, his fingers tickling along the lithe spine and causing the smaller nation to arch his back and collide with Sadiq’s chest. The Turk moved in to nip and suck at the bronze column of Gupta’s neck while the fingers slid beneath the waistband of the linen, dipping into the dimples directly above the Egyptian’s ass.
“Take it off,” Gupta half begged, half demanded. His hands smoothed Sadiq’s robes off of his broad shoulders and gently scratched at the sinewy muscles underneath the skin. “This is taking too long.”
“So impatient,” Sadiq kissed the man above him, sliding both hands underneath the soft material to cup at Gupta’s behind, slowly sliding the material off of the body nestled against his own. Gupta maneuvered his legs out of the linen, his groin occasionally brushing against Sadiq’s which caused both to increase the speed and ferocity of the kiss that continued until Gupta was completely naked, his erection pressing against Sadiq’s hard abdomen.
Reaching behind himself with his right hand, Gupta grasped at his lover’s arousal after releasing it from the confines of fabric. He gave it a few quick jerks before positioning it beneath his ass and pressing the tip against his entrance. Sadiq threw back his head as he felt the Egyptian lower himself onto the Turk’s aching cock, the flesh accommodating him as it had so many times before with the same heat and tightness that Sadiq had come to expect yet never tired of.
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