BL Compilation

My Beautiful Man

Hira's eyes watered as he stared at the most beautiful sight his eyes had ever had the pleasure of viewing. 

"Kiyoi..." his hand trembled as it slowly reached out toward Kiyoi's face, almost afraid to startle him and scare him away. His thumb stroked soft, supple skin oh so gently as if stroking a rose petal. 

"I like you," he finally said. He couldn't even think to stutter the words as he finally gathered his king in his arms. No, not a king. A beautiful man. One who miraculously wanted him back. 

Kiyoi hugged him back tightly. His scent permeated the air and the sweet smell combined with the way he melted in Hira's arms, was a temptation too hard to resist. 

Hira walked Kiyoi backward until he was lying flat on the desk. He climbed on top of him and cradled his face. For once he didn't think, stutter, or stumble. He let himself do everything he'd been dreaming of doing to Kiyoi all this time. 

His hands cradled Kiyoi's face and his lips descended to cover his. Kiyoi's lips parted under his and surrendered so sweetly and so unexpectedly that for a moment Hira wished there were two of him. One to make love to Kiyoi and one to capture the moment with his camera. 

For now, he was content just experiencing Kiyoi with his touch instead of his eyes. His fingers spread to touch as much skin as he could as he nimbly unbuttoned Kiyoi's shirt. 

Kiyoi's graceful neck arched as Hira nibbled behind his ear. His long, slender finger traced the lines of his waist and hips until they landed on his ass inside his pants and gripped him tight. 

Hira pushed down Kiyoi's pants and underwear and then hopped off the desk to take off his own clothes. Kiyoi reached out for him once he was naked, thinking that he would press his body against his once more, but Hira dropped down to his knees. 

Kiyoi supported himself up on his elbows to watch him and for a while they stared at each other. Hira with that worshipping look in his eyes, but also savage hunger. One that mirrored Kiyoi's. Hira's expression had always made him feel like a sunflower blossoming under the scorching hot sun. And he loved it. 

Hira held on to his ankle gently and leaned forward to kiss his foot. He kissed up Kiyoi's leg and all the way up to his bare hip. Hira inhaled his scent and then his tongue flicked out and licked up Kiyoi's shaft. 

Kiyoi buried his hand in Hira's hair. His legs spread automatically and his eyes closed tight, moans sporadically coming from his parted lips as Hira licked him like an ice cream cone. 

"Hira..."he gasped when his balls disappeared in Hira's mouth. His legs shook beside Hira's head, but Hira held him still with two firm hands on his thighs. 

Hira's tongue swirled around his balls in his mouth and he hummed. The vibration made Kiyoi tremble against him. His eyes opened wide to look down at Hira. 

"You...ah...watched too much porn..."Kiyoi cursed when Hira moved to wrap his lips around the head of his cock. "Pervert..." he finished weakly.

Hira's gaze burned into his as he let his jaw slack and let Kiyoi's cock fall out of his mouth. His hands roamed over Kiyoi's hard abs and toned thighs possessively. "I hoped...I never thought it would happen, but I hoped and just in case..." Hira looked down at the ground as if embarrassed. 

Kiyoi grinned up at the ceiling. It was disgusting how in love he was with this nerd. "Hey, stalker," he called out softly. 

Hira looked up with wide eyes. 

"Come here," Kiyoi crooked his finger. 

Hira scrambled up as if the floor was lava and climbed on top of him again. Their bodies pressed together from shoulder to thigh and even though Hira was heavier than he looked, Kiyoi enjoyed the sensation.