Capture The Moment (boyxboy)

Chapter 25: So tender

"Good things take time."

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Clark takes a step forward, making Roshan take a step back, with the edge of his bed hitting the back of his legs. Clark gently places his hands on Roshan's shoulders, making him fall back to sitting. With the mattress wobbling a little at the weight bearing down on it.

He looks up at Clark, who is smiling down at him. Clark gently cups the side of Roshan's cheek, lightly brushing his thumbs over Roshan's full lips, making them quiver at the touch. They part ever so slightly allowing Clark to push his thumb inside Roshan's warm wet mouth, with the chef naturally sucking at the digit.

Clark hums at the feel of Roshan's tongue around the pad of his thumb, so sensitive. "That feels...." Clark doesn't finish the sentence, choosing to pull his lips into his mouth instead, as if he is trying to stop himself from saying the words.

Roshan pulls his lips away from the thumb, making a small 'pop' as he does so. He looks up once again at Clark. "What do you want Clark? Tell me." Roshan says. His big brown eyes conveying an innocence in the gaze as he looked up at him.

"I want your lips around me." Clark utters, almost embarrassed to ask the question, as he finds himself instantly looking away.

Roshan notices the nervousness in the request. "Hey, look at me." He encourages as he tries to meet Clark's gaze once again. Clark's eyes again return to Roshan's. "You want me to suck you?" Roshan reiterates with a smile, with Clark again nodding. Roshan grins back before looking straight ahead at the hard length before him.

He lifts up a hand, reaching forwards to wrap his fingers and palm around Clark's erection. His hands feeling a little cold, makes Clark flinch at the touch, but that is soon over ridden by the long drawn out strokes.

He looks down at what Roshan is doing, with Roshan meeting the eye contact, Clark places a hand upon Roshan's broad shoulder, watching as the chef parts his lips, his mouth opening wider as a tongue makes an appearance. Eye contact never breaking as the tongue flicks across the tip of Clark's erection.

The tongue begins to lightly lick and tickle just the slit, with Roshan tasting the unique tang on his taste buds and causing Clark to complain. "Shit...you told me not to tease and....and you're doing the same." His grip on Roshan's shoulder tightens a fraction.

Roshan responds wickedly as he pulls his tongue back into his mouth, swallowing down the taste. "Good things take time."

"Not too long." Clark utters, a little worried at having to hold back his desires to climax.

"It will be worth it." Roshan reassures. "Trust me."

"So...practise what you preach." Clark says, his eyes filled with intense desire, as his other hand finds purchase on Roshan's other shoulder.

Roshan again opens wide, lips parting moving closer as slowly and diligently, Clark is sucked in.  First the head, then more and more as Roshan feeds himself, making long pulsating sucks, slow but strong. Up and down, up and down. Slobbering along the way, making Clark move his hands to the back of Roshan's head.

He looks down at his erection, slowly disappearing and reappearing inside those full lips. Such a delightful vision to behold.  He wanted to push himself into the chef's beautiful mouth hard and fast, to fuck his face with a fever until he was cumming down his throat, but he also didn't want it to be over just yet. He wanted to experience the long game, to know if good things really did come to those who wait, like Roshan had promised.

The chef once again pulls back with another long suck before popping off the end. It made Clark's length feel cool as the air hit the saliva wet member. "What's happening now?" Clark mumbles, trying to not sound too needy in the process.

"Lay on the bed, on your back." Roshan orders, with Clark wasting no time with getting into position. Roshan crawls onto the bed, wrapping his hands around Clark's thighs as he nestles his head between Clark's legs.

Clark lays there, arms resting above his head in surrender as again he feels the much missed warmth of Roshan's mouth shroud him. But this time Roshan has decided to pick up the pace. He again goes in deep. Clark can feel his tip hit Roshan's throat. The thought alone, making him feel euphoric that this was even happening.

He feels the saliva from Roshan's wet mouth dribble down, past his balls. The feels so sensory, so intense that he knew he was on the cusp. "Rosh...chef.. Shit...I'm close.  Keep...going...."

Roshan seems to have not heard his words, disregarding all that had been said as he suddenly pulls back and sits up.  Clark doesn't even have the time to complain before Roshan is straddling his hips and reaching for lube. Clark can see Roshan is fully erect once again as he sits upon Clark's hip bones, picking up Clark's erection along with his own and slicking them up. Leaning forwards, he presses his body against Clark's,  palms of his hands, joining Clark's, fingers linking, intertwining.

Clark makes eye contact with Roshan, the heat, the fire between them intense. Just like the spontaneous time in the classroom, but this time, they were without that guilt of wrongdoing. This time, they were themselves. Here together.

Roshan rocks and grinds his body against Clark's, their sexes rub together, creating glorious friction with each thrust as the hot breaths between them intensify as they are about to climax as one, together.

"It's coming..." Roshan mumbles under his panting breath as within the space of five seconds, he is ejaculating between them.

Clark feels the ropes shoot from the chef. They land on his stomach and chest, hot on his skin...and now he is cumming. Both climaxes now painting Clarks body like a canvas. "Fuck, fuck, fuuck." He groans as the pleasure momentarily overtakes his senses.

Roshan breathes out a long moan before finishing off with two more long thrusts before he is again changing position, moving back inbetween Clark's legs, in order to reach Clark's body.

He takes his opened mouth to Clark's stomach, dragging his tongue over the painted skin as he begins to take the product of their joint pleasure into his mouth. He moans at the sensations on his tongue as he begins to clean the delicious creamy white mess, with Clark looking on, again in awe at the many hidden sides of the chef that he had witnessed, now bearing witness to one more.

Clark lowers his hands and places them on Roshan's back, dragging his fingers tenderly up the warm skin. "You are amazing chef." He hums blissfully as he rests his head to one side.

Roshan looks up at Clark. He moves up his body to meet his lips. They kiss deeply, sealing what had been an experience they would never forget.