I Kissed a Boy [complet]

The Festival - 1

Gavin backed up and stumbled against the wall. His heart was beating rapidly. Their eyes were hooked. The reporter only saw the dark orbs that burned with desire. He swallowed his saliva. Marc smiled sensually as he reached out to touch her cheek.

— Don't you think playing shy now is out of place?

He took a step forward, practically pressing his body against Gavin's. Marc's perfume surrounded him just like the warmth that emanated from the singer in waves. Gavin half-closed his lids to escape the piercing eyes. Marc's thumb on his cheek, his long fingers on his neck Gavin quivered like a leaf. Marc brought his lips to Gavin's. But stopped to savor the face. His thumb caressed the bottom lip insistently. His lips almost drove him crazy. Marc collected a little saliva and again caressed the lip to make it blush and shine.

— Oh damn it....

His resistance gave way suddenly and Marc melted on Gavin's lips. He pinched them between his own lips, sucked on them, nibbled on them. Gavin's hands were clenched on his overshirt as their pelvises shamelessly pressed together. The wall behind was hit a little harder. Gavin dug his fingers into the dark hair and tugged as in a growl he tilted his head differently for a better angle which allowed him to manhandle Marc's lips in turn. The kiss becomes even more anarchic as Marc wanted to possess the body against him. His hands gripped the sweater and pulled it to release the skin. Gavin's hands moved from the hair to the shoulders, went under the overshirt to grab them. He felt the tense muscles under his fingers and kneaded them longingly. What would it be to touch the skin directly? Gavin tilted his head back to take a breath of air. He let out a gasp as Marc attacked his Adams skin. Marc was lost in a world of pure sensations. He felt like he felt everything and felt on another level. The wool on his chin as he tasted the tender, slightly salty skin. Gavin's captivating smell, the pressure of the hands on him. The fabric of his jeans tight against his bandaged penis and the friction he received from the reporter. Gavin's pelvis moved away but Marc took hold of his buttocks with the whole hand to draw him closer. Gavin spread his legs and lifted one, allowing their cocks to squeeze even more. Marc moved up the line of Gavin's jaw, strewing eager, greedy kisses until he met his eyes. They breathed the same air, saturated with vapor and the smell of each other. This moment of respite allowed Gavin to regain a little footing in reality.

— Mark...

He caressed his cheek as their hips calmed down. He felt Marc's cock against his. He couldn't resist kissing him again, first a simple touch, then another more pressing. Finally he pressed his lips frankly on that of the singer, slipping his tongue between them. Gavin savored the mingling of their tongues, the sensual dance and wet noises they made. His body flared up again. He wanted Marc closer to him. He pressed his heel behind Marc's thigh, who leaned even harder on him with a sexy groan. It was Marc who moved away first, forehead against his, eyes closed and shortness of breath.

—I won't last long. You drive me completely crazy. I don't want to cum in my pants like a teenager.

To tease him, Gavin sprinkled his cheek and jaw with quick kisses, then nuzzled Marc's ear to inhale his scent. He lowered his leg but neither of them made a move to move away. Gavin stayed close to Marc, completely curled up in his arms and settling into a leisurely pace. Marc sighed slowly. He dressed Gavin's back which he had managed to strip. Their hearts and breaths calmed down. Marc finally took a step back to release Gavin who sighed, as if waking from a dream. Marc ended up deviating more frankly and picked up his jacket that had fallen during their antics, turning his back on him. He was trying to reason with himself not to take him into this room. If he have sex with him, he wanted it done right and not rushed. He hugged the jacket a little too tightly. However, it was not the desire that he lacked. He glared at him. The more he kissed him, the more he discovered the curves of his body, the more he wanted him.