Private rp between M. Corner and B. Zabini
Fri. Nov. 21st; After dinner;
After dinner, Mike quickly went to the Old War Gallery, and his stomach fluttered slightly as he hurried past old suits of armour, huge shields hanging on the walls, and displays of old and rather rusty weapons. Blaise had agreed to meet him!
He reached the other end, and sat down on a low bench by the last alcove to wait for Blaise. He had an idea of where they could go, but wanted to see if Blaise had a different suggestion.
*
Blaise ate a bit of supper, but truth to tell, he was too anxious to see Mike to eat much of anything. The owl that he'd received earlier was enough to make him hard almost instantly, and to have those words echoing through his mind for the rest of the day was arousing enough to bring a suit of armour to life.
He walked quickly towards the Old War Gallery, his cock already swelling in anticipation of his meeting with Mike.
He didn't see his lover at first, hidden in the shadow. "Mon cher? Etes-vous ici?"
*
"Yes, over here." Mike rose from the bench, a smile on his face. "I'm glad you wanted to see me." He stepped forward and pulled Blaise into a hug.
"Where shall we go?" he whispered and kissed Blaise's neck. It felt so good to hold him in his arms again, and he felt all warm inside.
*
Blaises face mirrored Mike's smile as his arms wrapped tightly around his lover.
"How could I not want to see you, mon cher?" he whispered. "As far as where we go... I'd let you have your way with me right here, where anyone could see... your owl did that to me..."
*
"We can't be seen, Blaise..." Mike couldn't quite hold back a moan at the thought. "And I want to talk and laugh and hug afterwards, until we fall asleep." He kissed his way up over Blaise's jaw and then gave him a small smile before claiming his lips.
"I'm glad my little message had that effect on you."
*
Blaise rubbed himself against Mike, trying to kiss Mike's neck when he wasn't kissing Mike's lips.
"You're only making it worse, mon cher... hurry, find a room..."
*
Mike nodded and reluctantly withdrew from the embrace after another passionate kiss. "Come on then." He opened the old door that led out of the Gallery, and they both slipped out into the corridor.
"I think there's a small chamber close to the Slytherin dungeons," Mike said and smiled. "Do you know which one I mean?" It was a fairly small room, and it had been empty apart from dust and a couple of stacked dustbins the last time he had been there, which was the previous year when a seventh-year Slytherin had brought him there for a quick shag.
*
"Yes... yes, of course..." Blaise said, itching and aching to grab hold of Mike again; but he knew it couldn't be.
"That's the room with the spiders' nest," he said, walking just a bit faster.
*
"Then we'll have our audience after all," Mike grinned. They took a shortcut behind a tapestry and went down a small flight of stairs (in which they paused for a moment to kiss before continuing), and after a little while they stood outside the door to the room. It wouldn't budge at first, but it had only got stuck, and soon they were inside the room, the door closed and spell-locked behind them.
"Mmm..." Mike pulled Blaise close again, happy to be able to hold him and feel his body against his own.
*
Blaise wasn't happy to just hold Mike; he claimed Mike's lips in fierce, demanding, hungry kisses that left him (them?) breathless. Looking into Mike's eyes, Blaise sank to his knees, his fingers at the fly of Mike's trousers. He didn't say a word, or make any sound other than that of his already harsh breathing.
*
Mike watched Blaise, unable to tear his eyes away from him, as the boy kneeled in front of him. He was still watching as Blaise opened his trousers, and he grabbed Blaise's shoulder with one hand, caressing his cheek with the fingers of the other.
He was hard already, the touch of Blaise's fingers over the fabric teasing him. Blaise looked gorgeous like this, thought Mike, enjoying the situation and letting Blaise do what he wanted.
*
Licking his lips, Blaise parted the fabric of Mike's trousers, pulling them and his pants down just enough to bare the other boy's hips. He turned his eyes from Mike's face to the hard cock now in front of him and leaned forward with a moan, drawing the head between his lips.
*
Mike echoed Blaise's moan as he both felt and saw moist lips close around the tip of his cock. After just a moment longer, his eyes closed slowly and he tilted his head back, biting his lower lip.
"Merlin! Blaise... so good... yes..." He kept his body still, allowing his lover to have the control for now, and simply enjoyed the hot wetness, the feel of lips and tongue on him.
*
Blaise wasn't sure quite what came over him; all he knew was that he had to do this, had to make Mike come... He wasn't sure if he could keep from coming himself, as hard as he was already.
A soft grown emanated from deep in his throat as he moved to lick along the underside of Mike's cock, flicking the tip of his tongue at the very base of the underside before running his lips along the length, back to the tip again.
*
Mike's fingers tightened on Blaise's shoulder at the wave of deep pleasure. He loved feeling Blaise's mouth, and in a way it was as if he was held close, when the lips took the head inside again.
"Blaise... gods, that's good, but..." Mike moaned again. "I was going to lick your arse."
*
Mike's words made Blaise suck harder, moaning louder as he did. With a wet 'pop' he pulled back, looking up at Mike as he tried to catch his breath. "What's stopping you?"
*
"Oh, fuck!" Mike shivered when the air in the room made contact with his heated flesh. Then he looked down at Blaise and smiled. "You sucking my cock? Do you honestly believe I have the willpower to stop something so good?" He moved his fingers over Blaise's cheek again, his eyes showing a mix of tenderness and arousal.
"Take your clothes off and I'll conjure a cushion or two."
*
Blaise did as he was told, his fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt, moving to once again take the head of Mike's cock into his mouth. He removed what clothing he could with is lips wrapped around the solid flesh, tossing aside each garment as it was removed.
*
Mike grinned slightly; Blaise sure looked as if he enjoyed this as much as Mike did. When Blaise was half-naked, Mike reluctantly took a step back and pulled Blaise to his feet. "Gods, you're gorgeous!" He kissed him and slid his hands down Blaise's body to open his trousers and push them off his hips.
*
Blaise's body acted as though of its own accord, pressing forward for any sort of contact, friction, anything.
As soon as he could, Blaise kicked his trousers away, then pulled at Mike's shirt and robes, wanting to get Mike naked as soon as possible.
*
Mike undressed, for once not caring much about folding his clothes neatly, but more concerned with getting them off. He grabbed his wand and took a deeper breath to try to concentrate before conjuring an overly large cushion, next to them.
"Get on it... on your stomach." He nodded towards the cushion and grinned at his lover.
*
Again, Blaise did as he was told, but not before claiming another kiss.
He hissed as he sprawled out, his overly sensitive cock sliding over the cushion that felt much rougher than it really was.
*
Mike knelt between Blaise's legs and ran his hands slowly up over them, letting his thumbs slide over the cleft between Blaise's firm buttocks. He leaned forward and placed small kisses along the edge where thigh met arse, first on one side and then the other.
He moaned softly, and tried to concentrate on making Blaise feel good, instead of on his insistent cock. "This is perfect."
*
"It isn't yet," Blaise said, looking back over his shoulder to smirk. "You haven't even really started yet."
*
Mike laughed a little, and squeezed Blaise's arse, then slid his thumbs down the cleft again and pulled the pert cheeks apart a bit. He moved forward again and licked slowly over the skin, just under his thumb, so close to where he wanted to bury his tongue. "I've longed for this all day."
He didn't wait for a reply before placing his mouth where he wanted it, giving the puckered opening a kiss. After a few moments, Mike traced around it with the tip of his tongue and moaned. Blaise was right - this was perfect!
*
"Oh, God..." Blaise's voice shuddered, as did his body, at the feeling of Mike's tongue just nearly there. The whole room seemed to disappear, leaving nothing but himself, Michael, and the cushion behind.
*
Being encouraged by Blaise's reaction, Mike gave the tight pucker a slow swipe with the flat of his tongue, then teased it with little licks. After a little while, he pulled back a bit and pulled Blaise's buttocks apart a little more, and moaned at the sight before him. It was so fucking gorgeous! And fuck, if Blaise didn't remove all the hair there too. Mike hadn't thought about it so much previously, but he couldn't well avoid it now, with Blaise's arse presented to him like this.
*
Little mewling noises were beginning to escape from Blaise's throat. "Fucking... teasing!" he managed to get out, fists scrabbling over the cushion.
"Don't stop!"
*
"I love your arse," Mike whispered hoarsely, before burying his face in it again. He gave the hole a few more slow licks and then began teasing the puckered skin, licking round and round with the tip of his tongue... He moaned as he pressed his tongue against the centre, pushing it against the muscle, stabbing it with the tip, and getting it deeper inside the boy. He loved doing this, feeling how he could drive Blaise wild, and also loving how very much it aroused him as well, just by doing this.
*
Blaise meant to say "I love my arse, too", but instead it came out more like "Mnwhuuuuuuuuuuugh..."
He could feel the muscles clenching with every lick, and sometimes without. When he felt Mike's tongue inside him, wriggling, Blaise's cries became louder, more articulate. His arms tried to pull him forward, away, but the rest of his body refused, so he trembled somewhere in the middle, his mind unable to even form any coherent thought.
*
Mike moaned again as he fucked Blaise with his tongue. His cock was throbbing insistently as he enjoyed the feeling and taste and just... everything about being able to please his lover. He loved feeling Blaise trembling, as if his body was close to overloading, and still wanted more; loved to hear the incoherent sounds that grew more and more desperate. Merlin! He wanted Blaise so much!
*
Blaise's moans had turned from loud whines into desperate sobs.
"Mi--"
It was too much, now. Blaise felt like he was both falling rapidly and being squeezed into a tiny box at the same time; he felt like he was going to explode.
"Mi... sssst...uh..." The sensations were so much that Blaise, trying as hard as he could, had difficulty forming words.
*
Mike didn't want to stop now that Blaise's body had relaxed so much, let him inside so easily. He had felt how the ring of muscle relaxed more and more as he teased and pleasured it, but Blaise sounded almost broken and his thighs were quivering.
He slowly withdrew his tongue, and after a last lick over the now relaxed opening, Mike sat up again. He slid his hands up over Blaise's back and felt the hot, moist skin under his fingers, while scooting closer.
"Too much?" Mike licked his lips and bent down over Blaise to kiss and nibble on his shoulder.
*
"Yes," Blaise said quickly, pleased that he could actually say it. "Too... too much..." he added, panting and trembling, "stop..."
Good God, where did Mike learn to do that??
*
"I have stopped..." Mike grinned and licked the salty skin at the nape of Blaise's neck. He moved his hips slowly, getting some delicious friction when his cock rubbed along the cleft between Blaise's buttocks, up toward the small of his back. He moaned deeply as he the full force of his arousal hit him now that he wasn't concentrating on Blaise's pleasure first.
"I want you," he whispered thickly against Blaise's shoulder and summoned his wand. "Do you want me?"
*
"Mmf..." Blaise was still fighting to reclaim his wits. He didn't turn to look at Mike, nor could he muster up enough brainpower to say anything understandable; he lay still, trembling a bit, waiting for his breath and his heartbeat to return to normal.
*
Mike pulled back a little and cast a lubrication charm on himself, then let go of the wand to distribute the slick substance over his cock. He placed his palms on each side of Blaise's body and leaned down to kiss his shoulder again, before resting his weight on only one arm to guide his cock into his lover. Gently, slowly he pushed deeper inside Blaise's arse, moaning at the sensation that threatened to overwhelm him.
*
Blaise let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled in such a delicious way. His whole body was still overly sensitive from Mike's previous activities, keeping Blaise hard throughout the penetration. Reaching back, he groped for Mike's hand, threading his fingers between Mike's own when he found it, then drawing Mike's hand to his chest, letting his lover feel his heartbeat.
*
Mike lay flat on top of Blaise's body, propping himself up a bit on his elbow. He could feel how hard Blaise's heart was thumping under his palm, and placed small kisses over the side of his neck and down his shoulder. It was difficult to hold still, but it felt as if Blaise actually relaxed this time, and Mike felt good about that.
"You feel so good," he whispered thickly in Blaise's ear, unable to hide his arousal. Carefully, he pushed Blaise's knees apart a little more with his own, and then began moving at a slow pace, concentrating on the incredible feeling.
*
Blaise's eyes were closed, but his mouth was open, his breaths loud with half-moans of pleasure.
"Yes," he said softly, giving Mike's hand a squeeze before guiding it down his stomach. "Perfect..."
*
The sounds that Blaise made turned Mike on even more, and he was almost breathless from the sensation of the hot, tight arse around his prick. As he rocked his hips, slowly sliding in and out of Blaise, he moved his hand steadily downward. Blaise lifted his hips a little so that he could wrap his hand around his cock... Yes, Mike thought, agreeing with Blaise, it was perfect, always felt so good with him. Like he could do this for hours, several times a day, and he would never go tired of it. Never go tired of being close.
Mike moaned loudly as he pushed a little harder into Blaise, making him rock slightly into his still oily hand.
After dinner, Mike quickly went to the Old War Gallery, and his stomach fluttered slightly as he hurried past old suits of armour, huge shields hanging on the walls, and displays of old and rather rusty weapons. Blaise had agreed to meet him!
He reached the other end, and sat down on a low bench by the last alcove to wait for Blaise. He had an idea of where they could go, but wanted to see if Blaise had a different suggestion.
*
Blaise ate a bit of supper, but truth to tell, he was too anxious to see Mike to eat much of anything. The owl that he'd received earlier was enough to make him hard almost instantly, and to have those words echoing through his mind for the rest of the day was arousing enough to bring a suit of armour to life.
He walked quickly towards the Old War Gallery, his cock already swelling in anticipation of his meeting with Mike.
He didn't see his lover at first, hidden in the shadow. "Mon cher? Etes-vous ici?"
*
"Yes, over here." Mike rose from the bench, a smile on his face. "I'm glad you wanted to see me." He stepped forward and pulled Blaise into a hug.
"Where shall we go?" he whispered and kissed Blaise's neck. It felt so good to hold him in his arms again, and he felt all warm inside.
*
Blaises face mirrored Mike's smile as his arms wrapped tightly around his lover.
"How could I not want to see you, mon cher?" he whispered. "As far as where we go... I'd let you have your way with me right here, where anyone could see... your owl did that to me..."
*
"We can't be seen, Blaise..." Mike couldn't quite hold back a moan at the thought. "And I want to talk and laugh and hug afterwards, until we fall asleep." He kissed his way up over Blaise's jaw and then gave him a small smile before claiming his lips.
"I'm glad my little message had that effect on you."
*
Blaise rubbed himself against Mike, trying to kiss Mike's neck when he wasn't kissing Mike's lips.
"You're only making it worse, mon cher... hurry, find a room..."
*
Mike nodded and reluctantly withdrew from the embrace after another passionate kiss. "Come on then." He opened the old door that led out of the Gallery, and they both slipped out into the corridor.
"I think there's a small chamber close to the Slytherin dungeons," Mike said and smiled. "Do you know which one I mean?" It was a fairly small room, and it had been empty apart from dust and a couple of stacked dustbins the last time he had been there, which was the previous year when a seventh-year Slytherin had brought him there for a quick shag.
*
"Yes... yes, of course..." Blaise said, itching and aching to grab hold of Mike again; but he knew it couldn't be.
"That's the room with the spiders' nest," he said, walking just a bit faster.
*
"Then we'll have our audience after all," Mike grinned. They took a shortcut behind a tapestry and went down a small flight of stairs (in which they paused for a moment to kiss before continuing), and after a little while they stood outside the door to the room. It wouldn't budge at first, but it had only got stuck, and soon they were inside the room, the door closed and spell-locked behind them.
"Mmm..." Mike pulled Blaise close again, happy to be able to hold him and feel his body against his own.
*
Blaise wasn't happy to just hold Mike; he claimed Mike's lips in fierce, demanding, hungry kisses that left him (them?) breathless. Looking into Mike's eyes, Blaise sank to his knees, his fingers at the fly of Mike's trousers. He didn't say a word, or make any sound other than that of his already harsh breathing.
*
Mike watched Blaise, unable to tear his eyes away from him, as the boy kneeled in front of him. He was still watching as Blaise opened his trousers, and he grabbed Blaise's shoulder with one hand, caressing his cheek with the fingers of the other.
He was hard already, the touch of Blaise's fingers over the fabric teasing him. Blaise looked gorgeous like this, thought Mike, enjoying the situation and letting Blaise do what he wanted.
*
Licking his lips, Blaise parted the fabric of Mike's trousers, pulling them and his pants down just enough to bare the other boy's hips. He turned his eyes from Mike's face to the hard cock now in front of him and leaned forward with a moan, drawing the head between his lips.
*
Mike echoed Blaise's moan as he both felt and saw moist lips close around the tip of his cock. After just a moment longer, his eyes closed slowly and he tilted his head back, biting his lower lip.
"Merlin! Blaise... so good... yes..." He kept his body still, allowing his lover to have the control for now, and simply enjoyed the hot wetness, the feel of lips and tongue on him.
*
Blaise wasn't sure quite what came over him; all he knew was that he had to do this, had to make Mike come... He wasn't sure if he could keep from coming himself, as hard as he was already.
A soft grown emanated from deep in his throat as he moved to lick along the underside of Mike's cock, flicking the tip of his tongue at the very base of the underside before running his lips along the length, back to the tip again.
*
Mike's fingers tightened on Blaise's shoulder at the wave of deep pleasure. He loved feeling Blaise's mouth, and in a way it was as if he was held close, when the lips took the head inside again.
"Blaise... gods, that's good, but..." Mike moaned again. "I was going to lick your arse."
*
Mike's words made Blaise suck harder, moaning louder as he did. With a wet 'pop' he pulled back, looking up at Mike as he tried to catch his breath. "What's stopping you?"
*
"Oh, fuck!" Mike shivered when the air in the room made contact with his heated flesh. Then he looked down at Blaise and smiled. "You sucking my cock? Do you honestly believe I have the willpower to stop something so good?" He moved his fingers over Blaise's cheek again, his eyes showing a mix of tenderness and arousal.
"Take your clothes off and I'll conjure a cushion or two."
*
Blaise did as he was told, his fingers reaching for the buttons of his shirt, moving to once again take the head of Mike's cock into his mouth. He removed what clothing he could with is lips wrapped around the solid flesh, tossing aside each garment as it was removed.
*
Mike grinned slightly; Blaise sure looked as if he enjoyed this as much as Mike did. When Blaise was half-naked, Mike reluctantly took a step back and pulled Blaise to his feet. "Gods, you're gorgeous!" He kissed him and slid his hands down Blaise's body to open his trousers and push them off his hips.
*
Blaise's body acted as though of its own accord, pressing forward for any sort of contact, friction, anything.
As soon as he could, Blaise kicked his trousers away, then pulled at Mike's shirt and robes, wanting to get Mike naked as soon as possible.
*
Mike undressed, for once not caring much about folding his clothes neatly, but more concerned with getting them off. He grabbed his wand and took a deeper breath to try to concentrate before conjuring an overly large cushion, next to them.
"Get on it... on your stomach." He nodded towards the cushion and grinned at his lover.
*
Again, Blaise did as he was told, but not before claiming another kiss.
He hissed as he sprawled out, his overly sensitive cock sliding over the cushion that felt much rougher than it really was.
*
Mike knelt between Blaise's legs and ran his hands slowly up over them, letting his thumbs slide over the cleft between Blaise's firm buttocks. He leaned forward and placed small kisses along the edge where thigh met arse, first on one side and then the other.
He moaned softly, and tried to concentrate on making Blaise feel good, instead of on his insistent cock. "This is perfect."
*
"It isn't yet," Blaise said, looking back over his shoulder to smirk. "You haven't even really started yet."
*
Mike laughed a little, and squeezed Blaise's arse, then slid his thumbs down the cleft again and pulled the pert cheeks apart a bit. He moved forward again and licked slowly over the skin, just under his thumb, so close to where he wanted to bury his tongue. "I've longed for this all day."
He didn't wait for a reply before placing his mouth where he wanted it, giving the puckered opening a kiss. After a few moments, Mike traced around it with the tip of his tongue and moaned. Blaise was right - this was perfect!
*
"Oh, God..." Blaise's voice shuddered, as did his body, at the feeling of Mike's tongue just nearly there. The whole room seemed to disappear, leaving nothing but himself, Michael, and the cushion behind.
*
Being encouraged by Blaise's reaction, Mike gave the tight pucker a slow swipe with the flat of his tongue, then teased it with little licks. After a little while, he pulled back a bit and pulled Blaise's buttocks apart a little more, and moaned at the sight before him. It was so fucking gorgeous! And fuck, if Blaise didn't remove all the hair there too. Mike hadn't thought about it so much previously, but he couldn't well avoid it now, with Blaise's arse presented to him like this.
*
Little mewling noises were beginning to escape from Blaise's throat. "Fucking... teasing!" he managed to get out, fists scrabbling over the cushion.
"Don't stop!"
*
"I love your arse," Mike whispered hoarsely, before burying his face in it again. He gave the hole a few more slow licks and then began teasing the puckered skin, licking round and round with the tip of his tongue... He moaned as he pressed his tongue against the centre, pushing it against the muscle, stabbing it with the tip, and getting it deeper inside the boy. He loved doing this, feeling how he could drive Blaise wild, and also loving how very much it aroused him as well, just by doing this.
*
Blaise meant to say "I love my arse, too", but instead it came out more like "Mnwhuuuuuuuuuuugh..."
He could feel the muscles clenching with every lick, and sometimes without. When he felt Mike's tongue inside him, wriggling, Blaise's cries became louder, more articulate. His arms tried to pull him forward, away, but the rest of his body refused, so he trembled somewhere in the middle, his mind unable to even form any coherent thought.
*
Mike moaned again as he fucked Blaise with his tongue. His cock was throbbing insistently as he enjoyed the feeling and taste and just... everything about being able to please his lover. He loved feeling Blaise trembling, as if his body was close to overloading, and still wanted more; loved to hear the incoherent sounds that grew more and more desperate. Merlin! He wanted Blaise so much!
*
Blaise's moans had turned from loud whines into desperate sobs.
"Mi--"
It was too much, now. Blaise felt like he was both falling rapidly and being squeezed into a tiny box at the same time; he felt like he was going to explode.
"Mi... sssst...uh..." The sensations were so much that Blaise, trying as hard as he could, had difficulty forming words.
*
Mike didn't want to stop now that Blaise's body had relaxed so much, let him inside so easily. He had felt how the ring of muscle relaxed more and more as he teased and pleasured it, but Blaise sounded almost broken and his thighs were quivering.
He slowly withdrew his tongue, and after a last lick over the now relaxed opening, Mike sat up again. He slid his hands up over Blaise's back and felt the hot, moist skin under his fingers, while scooting closer.
"Too much?" Mike licked his lips and bent down over Blaise to kiss and nibble on his shoulder.
*
"Yes," Blaise said quickly, pleased that he could actually say it. "Too... too much..." he added, panting and trembling, "stop..."
Good God, where did Mike learn to do that??
*
"I have stopped..." Mike grinned and licked the salty skin at the nape of Blaise's neck. He moved his hips slowly, getting some delicious friction when his cock rubbed along the cleft between Blaise's buttocks, up toward the small of his back. He moaned deeply as he the full force of his arousal hit him now that he wasn't concentrating on Blaise's pleasure first.
"I want you," he whispered thickly against Blaise's shoulder and summoned his wand. "Do you want me?"
*
"Mmf..." Blaise was still fighting to reclaim his wits. He didn't turn to look at Mike, nor could he muster up enough brainpower to say anything understandable; he lay still, trembling a bit, waiting for his breath and his heartbeat to return to normal.
*
Mike pulled back a little and cast a lubrication charm on himself, then let go of the wand to distribute the slick substance over his cock. He placed his palms on each side of Blaise's body and leaned down to kiss his shoulder again, before resting his weight on only one arm to guide his cock into his lover. Gently, slowly he pushed deeper inside Blaise's arse, moaning at the sensation that threatened to overwhelm him.
*
Blaise let out a long, low moan at the feeling of being filled in such a delicious way. His whole body was still overly sensitive from Mike's previous activities, keeping Blaise hard throughout the penetration. Reaching back, he groped for Mike's hand, threading his fingers between Mike's own when he found it, then drawing Mike's hand to his chest, letting his lover feel his heartbeat.
*
Mike lay flat on top of Blaise's body, propping himself up a bit on his elbow. He could feel how hard Blaise's heart was thumping under his palm, and placed small kisses over the side of his neck and down his shoulder. It was difficult to hold still, but it felt as if Blaise actually relaxed this time, and Mike felt good about that.
"You feel so good," he whispered thickly in Blaise's ear, unable to hide his arousal. Carefully, he pushed Blaise's knees apart a little more with his own, and then began moving at a slow pace, concentrating on the incredible feeling.
*
Blaise's eyes were closed, but his mouth was open, his breaths loud with half-moans of pleasure.
"Yes," he said softly, giving Mike's hand a squeeze before guiding it down his stomach. "Perfect..."
*
The sounds that Blaise made turned Mike on even more, and he was almost breathless from the sensation of the hot, tight arse around his prick. As he rocked his hips, slowly sliding in and out of Blaise, he moved his hand steadily downward. Blaise lifted his hips a little so that he could wrap his hand around his cock... Yes, Mike thought, agreeing with Blaise, it was perfect, always felt so good with him. Like he could do this for hours, several times a day, and he would never go tired of it. Never go tired of being close.
Mike moaned loudly as he pushed a little harder into Blaise, making him rock slightly into his still oily hand.