Five Times Gene Hunt is cute 2
TItle: Five times Gene Hunt is cute 2
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina
Disclaimer : They belong to Kudos and BBC
4.
In a while you've avoided him successfully, because you used every way shamelessly, you even invited Ray to your flat, so that you could avoid being with Gene alone. Poor Ray surprised like Gene, yet turned down free whiskey, so easy, Manchester guys.
But finally the time of fate comes, now Gene glares and blames you are breaking the professional bond of DCI and DI, -according to him, it's nearly crime to threaten the unity of CID- in your flat where you wank to think about him. And you don't know how can you explain what you're doing is just contrary thing, keeping the bond, being professional.
Meanwhile you're speechless, the guv enjoys fully the chance to bark his tirade to unusually quiet DI. After that, surely he feels his permanent thirst again, drinks your whiskey, and gets too drunk to drive, so he just lays down your bed, because he's tired by lecturing you, and deserves some rest.
But you, the little coward who can't say even when he takes away your handkerchief, your vest, your bed and whiskey, you just retreat to a bathroom.
After enough time for your wanking and his sleeping, you get out of there, only wrapped in large towel that you pray Gene won't steal.
And Gene is sleeping now, wearing only white vest and trunk, looks like a polar bear escaping from melting glacier, so cute. While you're considering to stab your own eyes, grunting he turns around beside, so now you staring his behind, no, his torn vest, yeah, the torn vest, because he's too poor to buy new one? Absolutely no, because the vest is too small to him, because it's yours!
Oh, now you cursing your damn good reasoning power! No, you should curse him the one stole it, but how! You bloody coward! No, you bloody blind eyes!
And then, your rage explodes finally, you lunge to him, and pin him down, startled, he awaken, cuter with the rounded eyes, don't look at him, you just push him, and grasp the fucking vest with your hands.
"It's mine! You thief!"
Finally you make a right accusation, congratulation, Now no going back, for you can't make Gene believe that you said sheriff, not thief. So you must be brave, and you are, at last.
"It's mine!"
"What!"
"My vest!"
"Oh!"
But the shameless man neither shows the slightest sign of remorse, regret, guilt, nor say 'sorry, forgive me, I swear I'll never do that again', he just stare you, exactly your naked chest, more detailed, your suddenly contracted nipples under his gaze. Don't tell you're shy guy.
Instead, he's smirking to you, as if he gets another dart trophy, what a exact metaphor, for his hands grasp your thighs that straddled on his belly, and sneak under your towel, as you expected, he's aiming for your towel too!
Meanwhile you gaping, he takes away your towel, and toss it, and now you're fully naked on his nearly naked body, what a mystery! How can it happen? Why he has to steal your every white good cottons?
But before solving the profound problem, suddenly you feel his skin where your skin met, and his smoldering eyes, his ascending hands to your chest. And his aroused cock like fucking iron rod, right under you ass, more detailed, the crevice.
"Oh, poor Sam."
No, it's him who purrs.
"You've got no vest? So you are naked on me? Poor, poor Sam."
What a hypocrite!
"Don't worry, I'll give you mine, because I'm generous. And you're mine too."
Flashing the white teeth, he suddenly raises his upper body, and the process, you falling backward, and before you can get up, he attack you with his quickly striped vest, and wearing it you over your writhing head.
"Great, look at you, Sammy!"
He yells, but you can see only his big and hard cock.
"Wearing the torn vest, you look so hot! I should buy a gauze vest to you!"
He's leering you! Like a lion seeing a gazelle in Serengeti of BBC documentary, looks cute definitely, licking his drooling lips, before the lips crushed on yours, hands tearing the vest.
And then, your mouth is no more yours, like the other parts of your body, his mouth licks and kisses, his hands touch and grope, his the other parts also push down on your body, especially the cock!
Now he's invading and charging you, but you don't care, because as much as your body is his, his body is yours, especially when your anus squeezed hard the maddeningly rampant cock, and force it to empty its every hot juice. It's you to get his balls with your arse.
And he looks sexy, hot, handsome meanwhile he pants like beast upon you, so you fucking relieved, because he doesn't look cute, just handsome, sexy, you're not mad. Such a relief.
But after this amazing shag, he drags you onto his side, cuddles you, and his big face rubs into your neck, like a big dog, he looks cute again.
You so frustrated until he stops to sniffle on your neck, whispers into your ears, "One more? Love?"
So the sexy beast saves you from your delusion. Like when the test card girl visited you, he'd expelled her with busting door.
Now you sleep in his arms after another full course shag. Both of you look like the tangled torn vest and big towel on floor.
5.
Another sunny Sunday, you awaken, happy and sated, in his arms. Him, Your DCI, the guv, Gene Hunt, and your lover. You just smile, without a bit of doubting delusion, thanks to the special sore is closed to pleasure.
You see him with your chin resting on your hand, his peaceful and so open face that you'd ever seen, it's so beautiful, and definitely, absolutely, certainly cute.
And now you don't hate your eyes anymore, because they aren't a curse or decease, but a true talent to see truth.
So you don't restrain yourself anymore, you stroke his cheek with your palm, bring your face to his, lick his nose, poke his pockmark with your finger, and poke and pinch his cheek, too funny to notice that he's awaken too.
"What the hell are you doing? Sam!"
He yells even before opening his eyes, give you a fucking heart attack, you really collapse grasping your chest, he hurriedly catches you in his arms swearing, "Don't act like this monkey cradle is a double bed!"
Now he's got you, his arms hold you tightly, his legs wrap your legs, his hands cuddle your head and his eyes stare you intensely, a perfect investigation setting than even the book.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Why the hell you steal my things!"
Now he's angry.
"Me ask first!"
"Fine, then don't talk, neither do I!"
You shout back, he and you still can shout each other, even after twice fantastic shags, good, Manchester is safe.
He's livid now, quite looks scary, but you really don't care, because you know you can change it to the hidden faces. Sexy one or cute one, whatever you want.
"Iwanttohaveyoursmell."
He says so fast. Very adult way.
"What?" You raise your brow in a way you know to make Gene upset.
"I want to have your smell!"
He shouts,
"Your smell! On my skin, on my clothes, so that I can smell you every time!"
You dumbfound,
"But we're always together."
Fucking good question, You genius, Sam Tyler. Now two cops make their love confession like an investigation, fantastic. His jaw is tighten like he considers to change the confession to challenging duel.
"Not a night, especially my wanking time."
And he gets blushed suddenly, oh, so cute guy!
"It isn't just one night stand."
"I know." Fucking good answer, now you cursing your dull tongue, not your eyes.
"What?" And he gets angry twice, surely the man can fuck twice so soon.
"You know that? You know how much I want you? And just let me wait fucking long time?"
"No! I mean, I mean I know that just yesterday! When you call me love!"
He's silent now.
"I call every bird love."
His tongue is very pathetic like yours, definitely they needs to be united. You just snort in another way to make Gene angry.
"Well, then you wear their underwears too? A bra? Race knickers?"
"Tyler!"
He roars with his guv voice, not the seducer's. But you just laughing loudly. He laughs too. And as he's going to kiss you with his poor tongue and hard cock on your tongue and your ass, you said,
"You'd better tell me, or you won't hear too."
He stares you, you looks him, and waits. After a hundred years, you feel some pity on this married and usually homophobia man.
"I can wait, Gene, because I'm patient."
And his eyes glint feral,
"I don't need your patience, Gladys, your pity too."
He kisses you with ferocity.
"I love you, DI Tyler."
And he gets blushed twice, adds quickly.
"No, Sam. Sam, I love you Sam."
Really cute man. You just kiss him violently, you can eat him alive now. But he pushes you. And demands,
"Tell me first!"
Like an innocent girl who's going to lose her virgin after all these things!
"I love you Gene Hunt, my DCI, guv, Sheriff of Manchester..."
Next time, you are under him, his hands grasp yours like handcuffs, his truncheon attacks you, you're his prisoner now.
And after the morning and confession shag, he asks again,
"So, what the hell are you doing when I awake first."
Oh, this tenacious man! You squeeze your eyes under his suspicious glare. No exit anywhere.
"I...endearing you."
"En..what?"
No appreciation or pleasure, Gene says it disgusting.
"I'm not your mommy or kitten."
And Gene knows how to push your button too.
"But you cute!"
You snap, you just say that. But without yelling you expect, he's speechless, shocked. Worse.
"You are insane, Sam."
And then he doubts your reason, your eyesight, your passion, your love. So you explode.
"I'm not insane, it's not my fault you are damn cute!"
"Sam..."
But You don't give Gene a chance to say, because it's your chance too, to admire your lover freely, if both of you can't love each other freely outside of this room, why shouldn't you hold on even in here?
"You always call me Gladys, Dorothy, every girl's name in front of entire CID, and don't say I can't call you cute! Because you are! I just tell the truth! And I do nothing wrong? Just think my lover cute, is it illegal? A crime?"
"Sam, Sam..."
Gene cups your face with hands, like you are crying little boy, like he's old big daddy. Fucking disgusting.
"I'm sorry."
He tell sincerely, of course you don't believe it.
"I'm sorry to call you like that, you must be hurt, I see, but Sam, you can't lie to me, or yourself, it's wrong."
Nice tactic, he's good cop, and where is the bad cop? And now you're a criminal?
"I'm not wrong, and I don't lie, you. Are. Cute."
You confirm. What a brave man you are.
"Sam,"
His hands on your face strengthen. Pray for he doesn't strangle you out of rage. You guys have only three time shags.
"You are the cute one,"
Now he speaks it as if he has the right.
"You're cute, I'm sexy, you're pretty, I'm handsome. Got it?"
What is that you're supposed to get? He's brainwashing you.
"You're cute as much as I'm cute."
You state it strictly, course you can say it very sugary, but he doesn't deserve it right now.
"You said I'm overweight, nicotine stained, borderline alcoholic!"
Oh, he remembers it wholly, don't belittle Gene Genie's memory.
"Yeah, still you cute."
Then you have to make his memory wonderful.
"You insane little shit."
He's losing his forced calmness, good sign, very exciting.
"You cute big shit."
"You make my ears hurt! Gene Hunt is not cute! Even my mom couldn't say that since I was seven!"
What a cruel son!
"Teddy bear modeled after a predatory animal bear. What's wrong?"
"God Sake, Sam! What's wrong? I'm Gene Hunt! DCI of Manchester Police!"
"Yeah, and the world cutest DCI!"
Now you get Gene Hunt enrage finally, good job!
"I'll go!"
He's going to leave, because if you and him fight, it'll be end to fuck again, you wonder how many gay couple love each other's fists as much as cocks like them.
So he decides to leave, but you don't let him slip like this. You go ahead of him, pick up his trunk, wear it.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He screams, such a prissy big girl.
"You stole my cottons, so I steal yours."
"Give it to me!"
You smirk, "Take it by yourself."
And you turn around so that he can see his big trunk hung around your ass very loosely, it's too big to you, your nearly bared ass nearly frozen.
A moment, you don't hear nothing but a throaty moan, and then you find out yourself is pinned down under a very wild big bear.
This time, he's not cute, dangerously sexy, but after another morning sex, -maybe he's satisfied to make everything a pair like your underwear sets, a rare common thing between you and him- he licks your face with his big tongue, like you're T-bone stake and he's a big dog, so cute, your big pet.
"You so cute."
"Sam," He sighs on your neck.
"If even my iron hammer can't put some sense into your messed head, nothing can do. So, I just give up, you can think whatever you do."
And he grasps your well-bruised ass hard again. You swallow a moan, his eyes burning to your eyes.
"But you keep the unforgiven and pagan thought only in your head, you never speak a word of that to anyone, no, every living thing. Don't tell even a goldfish in a basin."
Maybe it's his limit, so you don't push it right now. You just say soundlessly, only moving your lips, 'You so cute."
"What you say Sammy?" He frowns. Cuter, a miracle of every man.
"You so.."
Before you finish your words, his hand stops your mouth.
"OK, don't say that."
"I'm just gonna to say you are sexy."
You smirk after he removes his hand, not a lie.
"You...little shit..."
He groans, so cute, you're very lucky one to have this sexy, handsome, and cute man. Now you know the reason why you came here.
You come here to meet him, your right one. And he can meet you.
Now you can't think anymore for his lips attack you again.
************
So they are happy.
Of course Gene Hunt has to endure that his young DI strokes his face, draws a small circle on his cheek with his dainty little fingers, licks his pockmark with his tongue, bites weakly his jaw, pinches his nose, the fucking every little finger and tongue moving, the sugary, girlish gestures, he just bear all of them like a man, pretending he's sleep. Until the tickling is so much, or the arousing.
Because he does everything for making his Sam happy.
But sometimes he retaliates by tearing Sammy's little underwears when only one clean set remained. And it's immensely pleased to know under DI Tyler's flawless outfits, he wears the torn underwears to emphasis his chest and ass.
So everyone can't deny that he's the most cutest DCI in the world, until the world cutest DI Tyler becomes DCI. What a lucky people of Manchester.
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina
Disclaimer : They belong to Kudos and BBC
4.
In a while you've avoided him successfully, because you used every way shamelessly, you even invited Ray to your flat, so that you could avoid being with Gene alone. Poor Ray surprised like Gene, yet turned down free whiskey, so easy, Manchester guys.
But finally the time of fate comes, now Gene glares and blames you are breaking the professional bond of DCI and DI, -according to him, it's nearly crime to threaten the unity of CID- in your flat where you wank to think about him. And you don't know how can you explain what you're doing is just contrary thing, keeping the bond, being professional.
Meanwhile you're speechless, the guv enjoys fully the chance to bark his tirade to unusually quiet DI. After that, surely he feels his permanent thirst again, drinks your whiskey, and gets too drunk to drive, so he just lays down your bed, because he's tired by lecturing you, and deserves some rest.
But you, the little coward who can't say even when he takes away your handkerchief, your vest, your bed and whiskey, you just retreat to a bathroom.
After enough time for your wanking and his sleeping, you get out of there, only wrapped in large towel that you pray Gene won't steal.
And Gene is sleeping now, wearing only white vest and trunk, looks like a polar bear escaping from melting glacier, so cute. While you're considering to stab your own eyes, grunting he turns around beside, so now you staring his behind, no, his torn vest, yeah, the torn vest, because he's too poor to buy new one? Absolutely no, because the vest is too small to him, because it's yours!
Oh, now you cursing your damn good reasoning power! No, you should curse him the one stole it, but how! You bloody coward! No, you bloody blind eyes!
And then, your rage explodes finally, you lunge to him, and pin him down, startled, he awaken, cuter with the rounded eyes, don't look at him, you just push him, and grasp the fucking vest with your hands.
"It's mine! You thief!"
Finally you make a right accusation, congratulation, Now no going back, for you can't make Gene believe that you said sheriff, not thief. So you must be brave, and you are, at last.
"It's mine!"
"What!"
"My vest!"
"Oh!"
But the shameless man neither shows the slightest sign of remorse, regret, guilt, nor say 'sorry, forgive me, I swear I'll never do that again', he just stare you, exactly your naked chest, more detailed, your suddenly contracted nipples under his gaze. Don't tell you're shy guy.
Instead, he's smirking to you, as if he gets another dart trophy, what a exact metaphor, for his hands grasp your thighs that straddled on his belly, and sneak under your towel, as you expected, he's aiming for your towel too!
Meanwhile you gaping, he takes away your towel, and toss it, and now you're fully naked on his nearly naked body, what a mystery! How can it happen? Why he has to steal your every white good cottons?
But before solving the profound problem, suddenly you feel his skin where your skin met, and his smoldering eyes, his ascending hands to your chest. And his aroused cock like fucking iron rod, right under you ass, more detailed, the crevice.
"Oh, poor Sam."
No, it's him who purrs.
"You've got no vest? So you are naked on me? Poor, poor Sam."
What a hypocrite!
"Don't worry, I'll give you mine, because I'm generous. And you're mine too."
Flashing the white teeth, he suddenly raises his upper body, and the process, you falling backward, and before you can get up, he attack you with his quickly striped vest, and wearing it you over your writhing head.
"Great, look at you, Sammy!"
He yells, but you can see only his big and hard cock.
"Wearing the torn vest, you look so hot! I should buy a gauze vest to you!"
He's leering you! Like a lion seeing a gazelle in Serengeti of BBC documentary, looks cute definitely, licking his drooling lips, before the lips crushed on yours, hands tearing the vest.
And then, your mouth is no more yours, like the other parts of your body, his mouth licks and kisses, his hands touch and grope, his the other parts also push down on your body, especially the cock!
Now he's invading and charging you, but you don't care, because as much as your body is his, his body is yours, especially when your anus squeezed hard the maddeningly rampant cock, and force it to empty its every hot juice. It's you to get his balls with your arse.
And he looks sexy, hot, handsome meanwhile he pants like beast upon you, so you fucking relieved, because he doesn't look cute, just handsome, sexy, you're not mad. Such a relief.
But after this amazing shag, he drags you onto his side, cuddles you, and his big face rubs into your neck, like a big dog, he looks cute again.
You so frustrated until he stops to sniffle on your neck, whispers into your ears, "One more? Love?"
So the sexy beast saves you from your delusion. Like when the test card girl visited you, he'd expelled her with busting door.
Now you sleep in his arms after another full course shag. Both of you look like the tangled torn vest and big towel on floor.
5.
Another sunny Sunday, you awaken, happy and sated, in his arms. Him, Your DCI, the guv, Gene Hunt, and your lover. You just smile, without a bit of doubting delusion, thanks to the special sore is closed to pleasure.
You see him with your chin resting on your hand, his peaceful and so open face that you'd ever seen, it's so beautiful, and definitely, absolutely, certainly cute.
And now you don't hate your eyes anymore, because they aren't a curse or decease, but a true talent to see truth.
So you don't restrain yourself anymore, you stroke his cheek with your palm, bring your face to his, lick his nose, poke his pockmark with your finger, and poke and pinch his cheek, too funny to notice that he's awaken too.
"What the hell are you doing? Sam!"
He yells even before opening his eyes, give you a fucking heart attack, you really collapse grasping your chest, he hurriedly catches you in his arms swearing, "Don't act like this monkey cradle is a double bed!"
Now he's got you, his arms hold you tightly, his legs wrap your legs, his hands cuddle your head and his eyes stare you intensely, a perfect investigation setting than even the book.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Why the hell you steal my things!"
Now he's angry.
"Me ask first!"
"Fine, then don't talk, neither do I!"
You shout back, he and you still can shout each other, even after twice fantastic shags, good, Manchester is safe.
He's livid now, quite looks scary, but you really don't care, because you know you can change it to the hidden faces. Sexy one or cute one, whatever you want.
"Iwanttohaveyoursmell."
He says so fast. Very adult way.
"What?" You raise your brow in a way you know to make Gene upset.
"I want to have your smell!"
He shouts,
"Your smell! On my skin, on my clothes, so that I can smell you every time!"
You dumbfound,
"But we're always together."
Fucking good question, You genius, Sam Tyler. Now two cops make their love confession like an investigation, fantastic. His jaw is tighten like he considers to change the confession to challenging duel.
"Not a night, especially my wanking time."
And he gets blushed suddenly, oh, so cute guy!
"It isn't just one night stand."
"I know." Fucking good answer, now you cursing your dull tongue, not your eyes.
"What?" And he gets angry twice, surely the man can fuck twice so soon.
"You know that? You know how much I want you? And just let me wait fucking long time?"
"No! I mean, I mean I know that just yesterday! When you call me love!"
He's silent now.
"I call every bird love."
His tongue is very pathetic like yours, definitely they needs to be united. You just snort in another way to make Gene angry.
"Well, then you wear their underwears too? A bra? Race knickers?"
"Tyler!"
He roars with his guv voice, not the seducer's. But you just laughing loudly. He laughs too. And as he's going to kiss you with his poor tongue and hard cock on your tongue and your ass, you said,
"You'd better tell me, or you won't hear too."
He stares you, you looks him, and waits. After a hundred years, you feel some pity on this married and usually homophobia man.
"I can wait, Gene, because I'm patient."
And his eyes glint feral,
"I don't need your patience, Gladys, your pity too."
He kisses you with ferocity.
"I love you, DI Tyler."
And he gets blushed twice, adds quickly.
"No, Sam. Sam, I love you Sam."
Really cute man. You just kiss him violently, you can eat him alive now. But he pushes you. And demands,
"Tell me first!"
Like an innocent girl who's going to lose her virgin after all these things!
"I love you Gene Hunt, my DCI, guv, Sheriff of Manchester..."
Next time, you are under him, his hands grasp yours like handcuffs, his truncheon attacks you, you're his prisoner now.
And after the morning and confession shag, he asks again,
"So, what the hell are you doing when I awake first."
Oh, this tenacious man! You squeeze your eyes under his suspicious glare. No exit anywhere.
"I...endearing you."
"En..what?"
No appreciation or pleasure, Gene says it disgusting.
"I'm not your mommy or kitten."
And Gene knows how to push your button too.
"But you cute!"
You snap, you just say that. But without yelling you expect, he's speechless, shocked. Worse.
"You are insane, Sam."
And then he doubts your reason, your eyesight, your passion, your love. So you explode.
"I'm not insane, it's not my fault you are damn cute!"
"Sam..."
But You don't give Gene a chance to say, because it's your chance too, to admire your lover freely, if both of you can't love each other freely outside of this room, why shouldn't you hold on even in here?
"You always call me Gladys, Dorothy, every girl's name in front of entire CID, and don't say I can't call you cute! Because you are! I just tell the truth! And I do nothing wrong? Just think my lover cute, is it illegal? A crime?"
"Sam, Sam..."
Gene cups your face with hands, like you are crying little boy, like he's old big daddy. Fucking disgusting.
"I'm sorry."
He tell sincerely, of course you don't believe it.
"I'm sorry to call you like that, you must be hurt, I see, but Sam, you can't lie to me, or yourself, it's wrong."
Nice tactic, he's good cop, and where is the bad cop? And now you're a criminal?
"I'm not wrong, and I don't lie, you. Are. Cute."
You confirm. What a brave man you are.
"Sam,"
His hands on your face strengthen. Pray for he doesn't strangle you out of rage. You guys have only three time shags.
"You are the cute one,"
Now he speaks it as if he has the right.
"You're cute, I'm sexy, you're pretty, I'm handsome. Got it?"
What is that you're supposed to get? He's brainwashing you.
"You're cute as much as I'm cute."
You state it strictly, course you can say it very sugary, but he doesn't deserve it right now.
"You said I'm overweight, nicotine stained, borderline alcoholic!"
Oh, he remembers it wholly, don't belittle Gene Genie's memory.
"Yeah, still you cute."
Then you have to make his memory wonderful.
"You insane little shit."
He's losing his forced calmness, good sign, very exciting.
"You cute big shit."
"You make my ears hurt! Gene Hunt is not cute! Even my mom couldn't say that since I was seven!"
What a cruel son!
"Teddy bear modeled after a predatory animal bear. What's wrong?"
"God Sake, Sam! What's wrong? I'm Gene Hunt! DCI of Manchester Police!"
"Yeah, and the world cutest DCI!"
Now you get Gene Hunt enrage finally, good job!
"I'll go!"
He's going to leave, because if you and him fight, it'll be end to fuck again, you wonder how many gay couple love each other's fists as much as cocks like them.
So he decides to leave, but you don't let him slip like this. You go ahead of him, pick up his trunk, wear it.
"What the hell are you doing?"
He screams, such a prissy big girl.
"You stole my cottons, so I steal yours."
"Give it to me!"
You smirk, "Take it by yourself."
And you turn around so that he can see his big trunk hung around your ass very loosely, it's too big to you, your nearly bared ass nearly frozen.
A moment, you don't hear nothing but a throaty moan, and then you find out yourself is pinned down under a very wild big bear.
This time, he's not cute, dangerously sexy, but after another morning sex, -maybe he's satisfied to make everything a pair like your underwear sets, a rare common thing between you and him- he licks your face with his big tongue, like you're T-bone stake and he's a big dog, so cute, your big pet.
"You so cute."
"Sam," He sighs on your neck.
"If even my iron hammer can't put some sense into your messed head, nothing can do. So, I just give up, you can think whatever you do."
And he grasps your well-bruised ass hard again. You swallow a moan, his eyes burning to your eyes.
"But you keep the unforgiven and pagan thought only in your head, you never speak a word of that to anyone, no, every living thing. Don't tell even a goldfish in a basin."
Maybe it's his limit, so you don't push it right now. You just say soundlessly, only moving your lips, 'You so cute."
"What you say Sammy?" He frowns. Cuter, a miracle of every man.
"You so.."
Before you finish your words, his hand stops your mouth.
"OK, don't say that."
"I'm just gonna to say you are sexy."
You smirk after he removes his hand, not a lie.
"You...little shit..."
He groans, so cute, you're very lucky one to have this sexy, handsome, and cute man. Now you know the reason why you came here.
You come here to meet him, your right one. And he can meet you.
Now you can't think anymore for his lips attack you again.
************
So they are happy.
Of course Gene Hunt has to endure that his young DI strokes his face, draws a small circle on his cheek with his dainty little fingers, licks his pockmark with his tongue, bites weakly his jaw, pinches his nose, the fucking every little finger and tongue moving, the sugary, girlish gestures, he just bear all of them like a man, pretending he's sleep. Until the tickling is so much, or the arousing.
Because he does everything for making his Sam happy.
But sometimes he retaliates by tearing Sammy's little underwears when only one clean set remained. And it's immensely pleased to know under DI Tyler's flawless outfits, he wears the torn underwears to emphasis his chest and ass.
So everyone can't deny that he's the most cutest DCI in the world, until the world cutest DI Tyler becomes DCI. What a lucky people of Manchester.