Page 78 of Embers Glow After the Fire

Matthew’s breath catches as he swallows the hard lump in his throat. He clinches Brendon’s face and pulls their mouths together, slipping his tongue in to dance with Brendon’s. He pulls back briefly, to slather his own palm and returns the slick action as he bores back into the kiss.

Brendon’s mouth gapes and gasps into Matthew’s, as the wet fingers stroke his needy flesh.

They ravage each other and fall back onto the mattress.

Brendon rolls on top, straddling Matthew in a smooth maneuver.

Matthews hands find Brendon’s hips and direct him to grind on his thighs.

Their cocks are coated and leaking, slithering against each other as Brendon rides Matthew’s lap.

Matthew lifts his torso off the bed with one arm and wraps the other around Brendon’s waist securely. He holds him tight and flips them around, laying Brendon on his back and mounting up between his thighs.

Brendon’s long legs strap Matthew’s waist and link ankles, wrenching him in.

Matthew gently pumps Brendon’s thighs, looping his arms under and around his shoulders, hugging their bodies in a knotted embrace.

The steamy fog of Matthews panting moistens the skin of Brendon’s neck and shoulder as their bodies merge with each other. He writhes down, trailing kisses and tender licks along Brendon’s chest until his mouth finds the salty head of his dick. He takes him to the back of his throat, curling his tongue around the shaft and bobbing his head.

Brendon’s back arches and he groans, reaching overhead to clutch fistfuls of pillow, wrapping his face and biting down hard on the down filling. His growls are muffled as he pushes his cock deeper into Mathew’s mouth.

Matthew braces, digging knees into the bed and scoops arms under Brendon’s thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders and folding the lanky man’s knees into his chest. He laps Brendon’s crack from back to front, past his taint and sucks a ball into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue and spitting it out before repeating the move for the second nut.

He buries his face between Brendon’s ass cheeks and presses his tongue against his hole, wriggling and teasing it.

Brendon’s wild groans into the pillow inspire Matthew’s cock to rage with yearning. His tongue explores Brendon’s ass as he wraps a hand back around the man’s cock and strokes the full length. It’s slick with spit and pre come, swelling on the edge of release.

Brendon’s body squirms on Matthew’s tongue, as it glides up the crevice of his ass, past his taut sack and moving to his cock in time to catch the explosion spurting up his belly. He laps up every drop.

Brendon’s body convulses as he reaches down and weaves apricot curls in his fingers, balling them into a fist and holding Matthew still until the waves of ecstasy unfetter his body.

Matthew crawls up, nestling between his thighs until their faces meet. Brendon’s eyes are clenched shut but his lips reach forward. Matthew kisses him deeply before rolling off to the side, laid on his back, shoulder to shoulder and gazing over to his musing face.

He slowly rubs his own cock while staring at Brendon’s sweet face and bowed lips.

Brendon’s dreamy eyes open, their gaze meets, and he stretches his neck to kiss Matthew’s shoulder without breaking the fixed stare. Rolling up onto his side, his hand explores Matthew's belly and chest. Tickling ginger hairs and teasing his nipples.

Matthew's strokes hasten.

Brendon kisses his cheek, then chin, then neck. “Come for me,” he whispers into his ear.

Matthew’s eyes close and his head digs down into the pillows.

Brendon’s hand replaces Matthews and he strokes his thick wet cock, faster and faster.

Matthews knees spread and he pumps into Brendon’s grip.

Brendon rises onto his knees. He kisses Matthews nipple, dragging his chin down his belly and takes the cock into his mouth. Opening his throat. Bobbing deeper and faster with each pump.

Matthew grips the back of his head and pushes further, lifting his hips and tangling fingers in Brendon’s thick dark waves.

Brendon’s silky tongue slides with ease.

The eruption swells and Matthew gasps as he shoots down Brendon’s throat.

Brendon doesn’t slow his roll, bobbing and sucking, pushing Matthew’s sensitivity to the brink, until he can’t take more.

“Brendon,” he squirms, gripping his shoulder and pulling him up.

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