by JL Langley
Steven retrieved the lube again and drizzled it onto his cock, still working his fingers in and out of Raleigh. His gazed, however, was fixed on Raleigh’s bobbing prick.
Raleigh glanced down and noticed the wet spot on his lower abdomen where the head of his cock had made contact. The shaft was still shiny from Steven’s saliva.
“Are you ready for me?” Steven asked, withdrawing his fingers.
Raleigh whimpered at the loss and jerked his head in some semblance of a nod. “Yes, oh yes, now.”
Pushing Raleigh’s legs back, Steven lined himself up and glanced down at Raleigh making eye contact as he slid slowly in.
It was heaven and hell at the same time. Raleigh wanted to close his eyes and just feel, but the look of sheer love and bliss on Steven’s face, kept his attention riveted to his love’s eyes. The look said as clearly as a shout, “I love you.”
Raleigh smiled, then gave in and closed his eyes. Funny how over the years they’d learned to read one another so well.
Steven’s hips rested against Raleigh’s arse for only a brief second before he pulled back and thrust forward again. He was obviously past going slow. He wanted as badly as Raleigh. Steven jabbed forward with his hips, over and over. The sound of skin slapping together drowned out the fire crackling in the hearth. Their breaths became panting groan as Steven moved faster and faster, fucking him with deep hard strokes.
Raleigh thrashed his head back and forth on the bed, reveling in the lovely friction in his hole. Steven was so bloody thick, that it always made him feel like he was filled to capacity. Raleigh loved that burning sensation. He felt as though his balls were going to crawl right up into his body. Opening his eyes, he watched pearly drop glisten on the tip of his prick as it bobbed up and down, nearly slapping his belly with each of Steven’s forward thrusts.
Pushing Raleigh’s legs up further, Steven changed the angle. His cock hit Raleigh’s prostate and he saw stars. “Oh bloody hell, there! Right there.”
“Yes.”
Raleigh fisted his prick and began stroking.
Sweat trickled down Steven’s face, wetting the salt and pepper hair at his temples. More ran down his chest. It was an amazing sight, with his skin glowing golden in the firelight. Steven had alway been simply stunning, but Raleigh knew he’d remember him like this for a long time to come.
Whether it was the cock hitting his prostate, the delicious drag of his hand on his prick or Steven’s sweat soaked body, Raleigh couldn’t say, but lightening raced up his back and pleasure rushed over him. His vision whited out for a few seconds and his entire body clenched as he came. The hot splash of cum on hit his stomach, just as Steven stiffened and shouted out above him.
Warmth filled his ass, and then Steven let go of Raleigh’s legs and collapsed forward onto his hands. When he opened his eyes, he stared at Raleigh for several seconds, his sherry gaze full of love.
Raleigh managed to lift his head off the bed just enough to brush a kiss across his king’s lips before letting his head fall back to the mattress. “Merry Christmas, Steven.”
The bed began to shake along with Steven’s shoulders. A chuckle escaped his mouth.
“What?”
“Merry Christmas?”
“Yes. Merry Christmas, I imagine it’s past midnight now.”
“I suppose you’re right, but I was really hoping for something a little more—” He shrugged and rolled his eyes up like he was thinking. “A little more appropriate.”
Raleigh frowned. “Like what?”
Steven’s eyes danced. “Oh like, Steven you’re a God, or Steven you—”
Raleigh groaned and grabbed his husband behind the neck and kissed him to shut him up. One thing hadn’t changed in twenty-five years…Steven’s enormous ego.
When Raleigh let him go, Steven smiled and rolled to Raleigh’s side making him hiss at the lovely feel of Steven’s cock slipping out of him.
Steven chuckled and nodded. “That’s a little more like it. Merry Christmas, dear.”
©Copyright December 2007 by J.L. Langley