You Tease!

Part 2

"Fuck, Tul." Max groaned against a beautiful pair of bruised, swollen lips. He bent at the knees and swept his man off his feet and carried him to the bed, careful not to trip on the clothes hanging off from his dangling legs. Dropping him to the bed, he proceeded to strip the pants from his legs.

Ensuring Tul kept his eyes open and on him, Max stripped off his own clothes. First his own button up, then his undershirt, followed by his pants, and underwear. Tul felt like a child, with big eyes, as if he was seeing Max for the first time, not the hundredth. Why was he so fucking sexy? No, when did he become so damn sexy?

Now nude, Max crawled on his knees towards Tul. Why did he smile back at Max? Before this used to make him nervous, now, his heart pounded with excitement and desire. Max slide his tongue up one muscular thigh, then the other. Tul never took his eyes off of Max. He advanced slowly, his tongue kept in contact his body, their eyes locked on each other.

Tul wanted to scream. Every nerve fiber in his body stood on end. He felt Max's touches were fire. His eyes drifted closed, only to open when Max locked his mouth upon a... nipple. His back arched. He shot up off the bed and screamed.

What the fuck was that? He liked his nipples touched but that never happened before. He couldn't think anymore... Tul was sinking, loosing himself in sensations. No longer could he separate mind and body, so lost was he in the feeling Max was creating.

Was that his voice? So loud? So hoarse from moaning... what was he holding in his hands? No matter how much he tried, Tul could not bring his liquid bones to do what he wanted... Max was that good... no, they were that good together.

Tul did not realize that he had his hands on Max. It was only Max's deepest need, deepest desire to give pleasure, rather than take it. Max swallowed a moan as Tul dug his nails in his back, raking them across his muscles.

No longer could Max withstand temptation. Dipping his head, he listened to the siren's song. Tul's song... and gently closed his mouth around the stiff cock that lay against the belly of his man. Max gagged as Tul thrust it deep in his mouth, his back arching deep off the bed. Glancing up, all he saw was desire glazing a sweat covered Tul.

Pressing his hand on Tul's rock hard abdomen, Max pushed it flat and continued. Spreading his legs wider, no, now was not the time to lie... Max wanted every inch of Tul. He would have it. Freely.

His mouth worked, he watched and Tul shuddered with each lick, and sucking motion. It was now that Max desperately had to avoid his grasping hands. Only Tul had the power... only he who he loved, Tul needed to see that it was love. In Tul's hands, Max would dissolve into putty, a newborn puppy.

Lifting one leg, he put it over his shoulder and saw his goal - Tul's flower. He now knew he liked rimming. Exchanging his hand for his mouth on that pretty cock, he pressed the other thigh flat and bent his head down to lick. Breathing warm breath on it, he watched that pink rosebud contract and smiled. Then he went to work with his tongue...

Tul lost his mind. He was sure of it. He didn't know anymore what was going on. All he knew was he needed to cum and the hand grasping his cock wasn't going to let him. Gasping, moaning... fighting to come out of the fog, he put his hand over that big hand and guiding it, came. White hot bursts decorated his firm chest and even up to chin.

Opening his eyes, he saw, yes, he saw... Max. It was Max... Max who made him feel all this. As Tul still rode the wave, he felt... he felt... and screamed! Max smiled. That was it. The spot. He curled his finger and stroked again and again. Tul couldn't believe how fast, how hard he was.

There was no words to explain how he felt...

He squirmed. He moved... He moaned and screamed and yet, Max was merciless. The sheets were soaked with sweat. Every now and then, brown eyes met brown, Tul's head thrown back in ecstasy. At last, Max no longer could hold the need...

He, too, needed his man. Would Tul finally give himself to Max? It was just a question, but such a question. One Tul had always said no too... before.

"Tul," Max softly whispered, as he slid up his body, "May I? Will you let me show you how much I love you? How good it can be?" Tul looked like an owl, his eyes so wide. Max only saw his beauty. Strong angular lines, smooth lines, eyes that captured his soul every time. God, he loved this man.

Tul vibrated in his arms. Why had Max stopped? Desire racked his body. He shook from trying to understand what Max wanted... what he needed from him. "Max?" His hands turned to claws, trying to drag him back, craving skinship. "Don't stop. I need you."

Was this enough? Max choose to be blunt. "Fuck, Tul, focus." He pulled right off of him. Tul whimpered as the cold air hit his overheated skin. His eyes settled on Max and he pouted like a child... and waited. "Tul... I want to fuck you."

Tul's eyes drooped, and a small smile formed. If Max wasn't on edge, he would swear that Tul was flirting with him! Flirting right now! "So? Did I say no?"

Max's eyes glinted, going almost black. His hand shot out and pinched Tul's nipple. "You didn't say yes either." Tul moaned, his tongue peeking out. Max steeled himself to not crumble, no matter how sexy this fucker was. "So, yes or no?"

Years and years of teasing, kissing, playing with each other... Tul knew he loved Max. This was the one step he never could get past, that he knew Max wanted. Tonight, it felt right. Carefully, he examined Max's face and the longer it was taking, he saw how he was withdrawing. It was not right or fair for only he to feel this way...

Tul laughed aloud, decision made. He suddenly flipped Max over. It was easy as he wasn't expecting it. "You want me? You got me... But sweet cheeks," and as he pressed his arse over a very, very rigid member and rubbed, "I've never done this before so don't expect perfection. I might need lots and lots of practice!"

Max reached up his arms and pulled Tul down to meet his lips. "Oh god, you asshole! I am hoping you do!" Kissing him soundly, he flipped him back on to the bottom. "I love you so much, so much."

Hours later, Max groaned as the phone would NOT stop beeping. His body ached from overuse, but at last he found peace. He stretched out an arm and hit a warm body. The body smacked him and yelled to answer the damn phone. Oh... Tul. Max smiled as memories of the night flooded in.

He stood and found the phone buried in a pile of their clothes on the phone. As he walked to the bathroom, listening to the manager yell at him, a glance in the full length mirror shocked him, causing him to drop the phone.

He bent and picked it up. "Hey, I think I need a week off of work... I met a tiger in bed. No, seriously. I'm black and blue and scratched head to toe. No," Max gave his trade marked shit kicker smile, "I am never going to leave him. Yes, him. Okay, thanks."

Max walked back to Tul and nudged him gently. "Here's your phone. It's going to ring." He kissed his temple gently and went to the bathroom, laughing softly.

Tul answered on the first ring. "What? No. Okay, I would love a week off. What? Max has a lover now? Awesome. That's incredible, so do I. What? No, my body has no marks. What? Max is gay? That's amazing, cause so am I... look, I gotta go. My lover is showering and I want to surprise him."

Tul tossed the phone on the bed and stretched. Fuck, he hurt. They never did get to soak in the hot tub last night so a hot shower should make up for that.

He had a feeling life was going to be very interesting and fun now.