Kit and Harper's smutty adventures

Halloween costumes and parties pt.2

Kit paused, eyeing Harper standing in front of him and feeling his cock jump against his pants, fully hard and drooling at the sight. Harper stood on unsteady knees, trembling and clad only in a fishnet crop top covering his chest and arms and cum-soaked thigh highs wrapped around his quivering legs, his boots still tied up snugly around his ankles. The two silver chains glittered on pale skin, drawing Kit's eye with their sparkle. Right below, Harper's pretty little cock stood flushed such an angry red against his pale stomach, looking like it could go off with the slightest stimulation. It looked painful.

My poor baby, I'll take care of you, I promise I will.

"Oh Harp... Baby you look so fucking beautiful..." Kit breathed, hands ghosting over Harper's trembling and heaving sides, brushing thin delicate metal as the older man stood in front of Kit between his knees. He pulled him a little closer, close enough to nuzzle at the bare skin of Harper's stomach. He felt his precious love squirm at the ticklish kisses he rubbed into the creamy softness, an airy giggle filling into the air as Kit nosed his way to the bottom hem of the fishnet crop top. "Gorgeous." He grinned salaciously up at the smaller man, taking the edge of the fabric between his teeth for a playful, light tug. Much to his delight it had more giggles bubbling past pretty pretty lips, Harper dazed eyes shining, hands kneading and rubbing over the slope of his shoulders. He could do this for hours; nuzzling and mouthing at every precious piece of Harper, drowning him in affection and kisses because that is what his baby deserves, but the light nips of his lips seemed to be getting to him considering all the soft squirms and gasped little noises. It's when Harper pouted and started to lightly tug at his shirt that Kit sat up a little straighter on the bed, lifting his long sleeve over his head and tossing it on the floor before he grabbed Harper by the waist, guiding him gently and turning to lay him on his back with his head on his plush pillow. Kit took a moment to look at him, take in how flushed and gorgeous he was sprawled out across the bed. Resuming his previous attention with a renewed vigor, Kit began to place small kisses on Harper's body, slowly working his way down. He mouthed at Harper's skin, suppressing an itch in his teeth that urged him to bite. Kit remained gentle, stopping so he could lick and nip softly at his cute little nipples. Each whine and keen Harper released fuelled him, drove him to find any patches of skin that he could to draw a shiver out of Harper. Just as he was about to hover over his pretty cock Kit paused, sitting up straight lifting Harper's leg so his knee was bent over his chest. Very slowly Kit undid the laces of his boots, eyes looking ravenously over Harper's trembling body. It didn't take long before he dropped the boot noisily onto the floor and lowered his foot, only to exchange it for the other foot and repeat the process. Only when both boots were laying on the floor forgotten did Kit grin wolfishly, crawling down the bed and pressing kisses to Harper's tummy. He felt Harper quiver under him, whimpering as his tiny shaking hands slid into silky curls and tugged. Harper always got so shy when Kit wanted to suck him off, usually avoiding it if he could. He couldn't avoid it now, and Kit took full advantage of that. Leaning down, Kit licked a broad sweep against the head of Harper's small cock, hands shooting up to pin his hips to the bed when they arched in surprise. He gave soft, sweet little kitten licks across the blunt tip, traveling down the short shaft and back up again. "Ki...Kit...K-" Harper was panting, chest heaving as his little hands tangled in Kit's curls. Kit moaned, opening his mouth and sinking down, easily taking Harper's pretty little cock into his mouth all the way down to the base with a low, pleased rumble. Maybe its just in his head but even here the smaller man tasted sweeter than he should -addicting- and Kit couldn't help but knead his fingers into pretty hips, rolling the head of the weeping cock against the roof of tried to tug at his hair again. Kit growled, feeling the ears of his costume pulling his hair. He pulled off with a slick wet noise, reaching up and unclipping the ears and tossing them somewhere off to his side. As he leaned back to his spot he grabbed Harper's hands and slid them into his hair, rumbling low at the pressure to his scalp and the familiar touch of his love. A pointed tongue darted out to lap at Harper's glistening head and Kit shook with glee as Harper arched up into his mouth and pulled on his hair hard. Kit started a lazy rhythm, bobbing his head up and down as he suckled. The other man's cock was too small and cute to make him gag but Kit swallowed anyway whenever he felt the tip barely tickle the back of his tongue just to feel the sultry satisfaction of having his sweetheart sob and fight against his grip on lithe hips. Harper was writhing under his hands, keening and fruitlessly arching his back as his little fingers twined and pulled at the dark silky strands. Every tug of his hair had a low, approving rumble spilling from his lips and chest, the vibrations traveling up Harper's cock and causing the younger man to cry out.