A hot afternoon...

[blouse_man]

Fuck, it's hot, Walker thinks as he walks along looking for Mellors. The gamekeeper had said that he was repairing some of the pheasant release pens in the depths of wood, well beyond their bathing pool. Walker stops, listening to a sound that sounds like tuneless humming as he wipes sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. That's him, he

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[gamekeeper]

"Refreshment?" Mellors gasps, his breath strangling in his throat as all of a sudden Walker seems to appear out of nowhere and to connect with every inch of his skin, especially that of his cock, bringing it to instant alertness.

"It's damn hot today," he pants, "and you're making it even hotter.." he adds, slowly rubbing his naked back against the Blouseman's chest, relishing the tickle of sweaty hair and the warm press of the pendants against his skin.

[blouse_man]

Walker growls and presses closer. Finding mellors like this has made him recognise his own needs.... "Yeah, gamekeeper," he whispers, "it sure is hot. An' so are you..." Walker's fingers make short work of the fastenings on Mellors' pants, quickly slipping inside to curl around the already warm, hard flesh.

"Anyone'd think you were waitin' for me to happen along," he murmurs, kissing and biting up the cord in the gamekeeper's neck until he is sucking on the lobe of his ear. "Anyone'd think you were callin' me here to fuck you..."

[gamekeeper]

"I was.. working.." Mellors' hitching breath makes his words raspy and low.

"Maybe.. I was also thinking of you.. of how good it would be if you were here with me.. Repairing the pens.. it's tedious work, makes one mind wander.." he admits, closing his eyes and thinking of the image that had been on his mind, that of Walker slowly licking every single drop of sweat from his heated skin.

[blouse_man]

"Tell me what you were thinkin'," Walker whispers, kissing his way back down Mellors' neck and onto his shoulder as his fingers continue to trail teasingly over the gamekeeper's cock. "Were you thinkin' about me lovin' you? About me strokin' you like this? About me helpin' you down to the ground and lickin' your chest and belly? About me spreadin' your thighs and pushin' my cock into you?" Walker slowly turns Mellors to face him.

"Cos that's what I've been thinkin'," he murmurs.