Page 5 of Here In Your Arms

He reaches out and grabs both ends of my belt, displacing my hands, and pulls me to him. We come face to face, and I nudge his nose with mine. His answering smile is blinding, and I can feel myself getting hard at our proximity and his smile. It gets me every damn time.

Wes leans forward and gives me a soft kiss, not pushing, just gently bringing us together after an exhausting day. My fingers find his belt and I slowly unfasten it before dragging it out of the loops that hold it in place. I drop the belt on the floor and walk backward away from Wes and toward the shower.

He follows and I whip my undershirt off my body before turning to reach for the shower faucet dial and start the hot spray. Wes comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, feeling my muscles as he moves his hands up my body. I let out a low groan, enjoying the feel of Wes exploring me as though he doesn’t already know every inch of my body.

My hand reaches behind me to find him through his jeans, rock solid and ready. I let out another groan of anticipation as Wes peppers the backs of my shoulders and neck with open mouth kisses and nibbles. His hands reach down and unbuckle my slacks before shoving them to the floor. Pulling away from him, I step out of them while also removing my boxer briefs and step backwards into the shower, my hand running up and down my hard length with the explicit goal to tease Wes.

A growl bubbles up from him as he quickly rids himself of his jeans and underwear. Stepping into the shower, he grabs the back of my head, fingers tangle in my hair. He pulls his face close to mine and slams our mouths together.

This kiss isn’t like the one in the bedroom. This one is full of pent-up energy, desire, and a fierce love for each other. I open to his delicious invasion of my mouth, giving back as good as I get. He’s not the only one desperate for pleasure, desperate to release some energy.

Pulling himself off me, he asks in a low voice, “You trying to drive me wild?”

“Who me? I would never,” I tell him, nipping his lip and grabbing his length.

“If I didn’t know better,” he says thickly as I stroke him, “I would think you are. You know bad boys don’t get orgasms, right?”

I chuckle darkly. “Good thing I plan on being very, very good to you.”

Turning us, so Wes’ body blocks the majority of the spray, I kneel down in front of him, so my face is directly in line with his hard cock. Glancing up, I see his eyes laser focused on me, his breathing speeding up. One of his hands is still in my hair and I slowly grab the other so he’s cradling my head in both hands. My tongue comes out and I languidly lick him, from root to tip, following that vein that pulses on the underside of his cock.

His head tips back and he groans in pleasure before I take him by surprise and quickly take all of him into me. My eyes stay on him as he snaps his head down, his eyes wide with shock and pleasure.

“FUCK!” he yells, his teeth bared from the sensations.

I pull back a little before sucking him down again, giving a little chuckle as I do that makes him gasp and his breath shudder. After that I get to work, sucking and sliding up and down his length. In an effort to be a good boy, I take him down into my throat, my nose touching his public bone and hold it there for a minute. My eyes water, but I relax my throat, keeping the gag reflex at bay.

“You want it tonight, don’t you?” he asks in a husky voice, yanking my head off him.

I nod as he pulls me up gently and brings my mouth to his again, the passion between us ramping up as we continue to ravish each other. Hands exploring, pumping, teasing as our mouths wrestle for dominance. I can tell it’s a game today. We both switch so there’s no real battle for dominance. If one really wants to take it, the other backs off immediately and lets them. Tonight is all play it seems, each of us taking turns dominating.

He switches us again and before I can blink, he’s down on his knees, lapping at the precum leaking from my tip. My mouth drops open as I watch him explore me with his tongue.

“Goddamn you’re so good at that,” I moan.

He flashes me his signature grin before taking me deep.

“It’s like that? You’re gonna try to take me deeper than I took you?” I question him, knowing he can’t respond.

He makes a low sound in his throat, letting the vibrations tease over me, ramping up my body even higher.

“You keep that up and I’m gonna come down your pretty little throat,” I say through clenched teeth.

He doubles down on his ministrations, sucking me like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. I can feel the pleasure start to tingle low in my belly and my balls are tightening up. Wes always gets me there so damn fast it’s almost embarrassing. When I glance away from his eyes and see his hand pumping himself in the same rhythm to his suctioning mouth, I lose all control. My hips buck into him and I feel the zing of pleasure up my legs and back as I release into his mouth.

“FUCK, WES!” I yell out, my head thrown back from the overwhelming sensations.

He swallows me down and I can feel his groan as he loses himself to pleasure, his cum spraying my ankles as he spends himself on the shower floor. Wes gives my oversensitive length a final lick, causing me to hiss a breath. Smirking at me, he stands and gives me another kiss. It’s not a gentle kiss, but it’s not rough either, just intense. We finish our shower with some flirting and touching before collapsing into bed together.

Wes looks over at me as I heave a long sigh, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. I can feel him looking at me, though, so I turn my head to meet his eyes.

“What’s goin’ on in your head?” he asks softly.

“I just can’t seem to get out of my funk. Enjoying your body is always fun,” I assure him with a smile, “but it’s just a struggle today.”

“Hmmm, do we need to go out for a third tonight? It’s been a while,” Wes suggests.

Wes and I are both bisexual, and when we first got together, we frequently picked up a woman to be our third for a night. The longest we had someone join us was for a month, but she wasn’t the right fit in the end. We’ve talked about wanting a woman to complete us as a trio, but the right one hasn’t come along. So we’ve just found random hookups.

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