by Mike Shade
"Jason... love..."
Jason's hands grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away from his cock. Then Jason started to lick him, that warm, wet tongue bathing him from the bottom of his prick up to the tip.
"Oh! Oh, fuck! So good, hot. Jason!" He was babbling, eyes fascinated by that pink tongue as it slid out and touched his skin.
Jason's gentle chuckle blew more air over his cock. Then Jason started licking again, tongue sliding across his slit, circling the head and then coming back to his slit again. Soft whimpers and gasps and incredibly needy groans filled the air, his legs spread as wide as the denim would allow. He needed more, but wanted the incredible sensations to last, to keep him afloat and shivering.
Those blue eyes met his again, hot and wicked above his cock. "So tell me, my sweet Cinnamon -- what had you so hot as you sat up here in the attic 'just reading'?"
"L...letters. Old letters that had stories in them." He could come, just from the heat in those eyes.
Jason licked from the base to the tip of his cock again, eyes holding his. "Old letters make you horny?"
"They were sexy, erotic. Th...things that one man wanted to do to a...another. God, your tongue is hot, love."
Jason beamed up at him and repeated the caress. "Things that one man wanted to do to another? Oh, I think you should read me one of these letters -- I would like to know what one man would do to another."
He blinked and arched, groaning. "Now?"
Jason slid his tongue back and forth across the tip of his cock. "Yes, Joshua. I would like that very much."
"I... I dropped them, love. You distracted me." He was gasping, jerking up toward Jason's mouth. He didn't know if he could see the words, much less read aloud, but he'd try.
Jason's mouth disappeared for a moment and then he was handed the papers he'd dropped. He shifted through the papers, searching for the good ones. He kept thinking he should be embarrassed, feel silly, but he didn't.
He couldn't.
Not with Jason right there, touching and licking and wanting this.
His eyes lit on the top of a page and he started. "'I watched you work this morn, bent in the stables, homespun pulled taut across your buttocks, calling to my fingers, my tongue, cock. I want to bury myself in you, wrap myself with your sweet, dark body and ride hard, push deep, make you my own.'"
"Oh..." Jason's eyes met his again and then his cock was engulfed in the wet heat of Jason's mouth, his lover sucking hard as his cock was slowly released. "More."
"Oh! Oh, God, love! Want you so." He shifted, cock pulsing, searching for Jason's mouth.
A soft kiss was pressed to the tip of his cock and Jason's eyes were full of mischief. "More, Cinnamon. You give me more of your letters and I'll give you more of my mouth."
He whimpered, toes curling as his eyes found another passage. "'I have heard of a private club here, my beautiful wanton, where men lead their lovers about naked, their hard cocks bound in leather, their nipples and sacs dripping with jewels. Some of the debaucheries I have read of shocked even me, but still I wonder how you would react, painted and pleased, draped upon my lap as we watch one show after another.'"
Jason made a soft noise and then his cock was engulfed again, this time his lover's head bobbed up and down quickly, tongue pushing against his slit with each down stroke.
"Yes! Jason! Love!" His hands found Jason's head, encouraging the bobbing motions as he thrust furiously.
Jason took his direction, continuing to move on his cock, sucking and licking and making soft, humming noises. "Oh... Oh yes, please. Make me come, love. Need to." Letters forgotten, Josh just fucked Jason's mouth, blind to everything but need.
One of Jason's hands pushed inside his jeans, rolling his balls. The other slid beneath his shirt, long fingers playing over his abdomen. He shot with a cry, entire body shaking, head falling back against the chair. Jason never stopped sucking, taking everything he had and demanding more.
He fought for breath, hips moving steadily, cock never even going soft. Jason looked up at him, eyes hot and wanton, cheeks hollowed from sucking. One of Jason's hands grabbed his hand and pushed the letter up toward him, silently asking him to keep reading.
Josh caught his breath, trying to focus, find another passage. "'I did not believe that your odor, your flavor would linger on my tongue, my skin, but it has. Tonight I will meet you in your little room, bend you over your bed and touch you deep within, make you cry out in need.'"
Jason kept sucking, kept watching him. He could see one of Jason's hands disappear between them, hear the zipper going down and then Jason's arm started moving.
Joshua groaned, want rising in him again, making him move and jerk. "'Th...the things I wish to do to your body frighten me. I would capture you and make you mine forever. Keep you close and full and needing. Order your lips parted as well as your knees so that I may take you as I need you. And I always have need of you, my secret fascination.'"
Jason's moan vibrated his cock, his lover's arm moving faster and faster. Josh pushed up, toes curling. "'You are mine, although the world cannot know, sweet boy. What say you to my mark, forever set into your inner thigh, where no one's eyes but mine own will ever light upon it. I await your response. O.'"
Nerves aflame, he cried out, body convulsing, letters fading to be replaced with his Jason's face, taut with need. Jason sucked him down again and then cried out around his flesh, eyes glazing over.
The orgasm was sweet, Jason's passion sweeter, settling deep in his heart. Jason's tongue slid over his cock as Jason let him go. His lover leaned up, searching to bring their lips together.
He met the kiss with a happy cry, arms wrapping around Jason's neck. "Love you."
When their lips finally parted, Jason licked his lips and smiled at him. "I love you, too, my sweet Cinnamon. My sexy boy."
Cheeks blazing, he chased Jason's tongue with his own. "I didn't write those letters, love."
"No, but you found them and I can't imagine them being quite such a turn on in anyone else's voice." Jason pressed close and gave him another kiss. "I think you should bring them to our bedroom."
"Yeah?" He licked and nibbled at Jason's jaw. "We could put them in the beside table."
"Yes. And then you can read them to me now and then, make me so hot for you."
"Or you could read them to me, even though I'm always hot for you."
Grinning, Jason slid a hand between them, wrapping it around his cock. "Always, sweet Cinnamon?"
"Always, Jason." He grinned sheepishly as his cock throbbed, trying to respond to Jason's touch. "Always."
Jason rubbed their noses together. "Oh, I love you, Joshua."
"Love you too, Jason." He scooted over, pulling Jason up into the chair so they could cuddle close. "What did Diane want?"
"She had some samples for one of my clients." A soft kiss dropped onto his head.
"Mmm..." He didn't care, so long as she didn't come to complain about him.
"I can think of more interesting topics to talk about though." One of Jason's hands slid beneath his sweater, stroking his belly softly.
"Yeah?" He purred happily, stretching into the touch.
His ear was softly nibbled, the sweet touch continuing. "Yeah."
"Cool. Me too." He sank against Jason's heat, fingers doing some exploring of their own. Oh, yes. Much more interesting things to talk about.
His lips met Jason's, his lover speaking loud and clear.
Violet House held them both in her embrace. Everything and everyone where they belonged.
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