He smiled a little jaded, dropping it. Wasn't that he didn't believe him, or did, it was more that he'd rather forget what he was, for awhile.
Feel of that hard flesh against him making him groan, one hand sliding down further to grip just under one round asscheek, fingers stroking back and forth, barely grazing the soft skin of his balls.
Teeth scraping softly down the crook of his neck, pressing him in.
His breath hitched and he moaned, deciding that yes, he Could still like this. Just needed to make sure he didn't forget himself, why he was here.
Last thing he needed was kissing a trick on the mouth and feeling like shit over it for weeks.
Squirmed a little as those fingers brushed at his balls, made him hotter. Stretched his neck and shivered at the teeth there, shoulders dropping as he got more into it.
Licked and mouthed along the wet skin, sighing at the slight squirming, the responsiveness of the younger man.
Took a step or two forward, walking him into the wall as his hands slid around front, having to stop himself from kissing the other man, mouth instead sliding down along his collarbone. Hands stroking up and down the sides of his sides of his thighs, hips still bumping lightly along Dean's.
The hot water sliding heavily down along his lower back, the backs of his calves.
Lets his arms go up, hands kneading at arms and shoulders and his head falls backward, groaning as the man kisses and licks him.
Usually it was hamfisted, rushed, sloppy and awkward. That was if he got touched at all. This was incredibly nice, a good change of pace. A guy who was out to make him an active participant.
He laughed, grabbing two beers and walking back in, slumping back down onto the couch with a put-upon groan. Handed him a bottle, arching a brow.
"Would you prefer me to tie you down on the bed or something? You'll get a little bored, though, cause I think I'm pretty wrung out for now and I'm starvin'."
He snickered and slid the yellowtail his way. "Whatever you want, man. But I'm just sayin'."
"Most, no all, of the guys I hang with for the night? Usually go at it til they can't anymore, pass out and I head home. You're...being nice to me and shit."
Broke out the soy sauce, putting up a hand with a laugh. "Believe me, I'm not complaining. Just not something I'm used to."
He shook his head, trying to keep things light even though something deep inside clenched a little at that.
Picked through the box with his fork, glancing over at him with a snort. "Giving you something to eat and drink is being nice to you? You really need to find better quality men, man."
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"No, actually." He pressed his hardening cock against the other man's hip, breath hitching into a groan as he pressed his cheek next to his ear.
"Don't get this hard, either."
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Feel of that hard flesh against him making him groan, one hand sliding down further to grip just under one round asscheek, fingers stroking back and forth, barely grazing the soft skin of his balls.
Teeth scraping softly down the crook of his neck, pressing him in.
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Last thing he needed was kissing a trick on the mouth and feeling like shit over it for weeks.
Squirmed a little as those fingers brushed at his balls, made him hotter. Stretched his neck and shivered at the teeth there, shoulders dropping as he got more into it.
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Took a step or two forward, walking him into the wall as his hands slid around front, having to stop himself from kissing the other man, mouth instead sliding down along his collarbone. Hands stroking up and down the sides of his sides of his thighs, hips still bumping lightly along Dean's.
The hot water sliding heavily down along his lower back, the backs of his calves.
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Usually it was hamfisted, rushed, sloppy and awkward. That was if he got touched at all. This was incredibly nice, a good change of pace. A guy who was out to make him an active participant.
Something told him that wouldn't be a problem.
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Hips slightly rocking, the feel of Dean hard against him sending heat coursing through him, groaning softly.
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Fingers flexing in tight back muscles.
The need to laugh tickling at his throat in disbelief. "This feels so fuckin good."
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Feeling himself harden fully against him, biting into his lip with a low moan. Loving the feel of those fingers digging into his back.
"Yeah.. it really does," voice low and rasping.
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Saying that made him feel a little weird. Like they were friends, or boyfriends. "You know, you're not the average kind of guy I spend my time with."
"To be honest, this is getting to be a weird night for me."
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"Would you prefer me to tie you down on the bed or something? You'll get a little bored, though, cause I think I'm pretty wrung out for now and I'm starvin'."
Grinned, grabbing a box and peeking inside.
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"Most, no all, of the guys I hang with for the night? Usually go at it til they can't anymore, pass out and I head home. You're...being nice to me and shit."
Broke out the soy sauce, putting up a hand with a laugh. "Believe me, I'm not complaining. Just not something I'm used to."
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Picked through the box with his fork, glancing over at him with a snort. "Giving you something to eat and drink is being nice to you? You really need to find better quality men, man."
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