Beneath The Surface (Barcode Tinnasit x Jeff Satur Boy's Love)

Blinded by the Lights 🔞

Barcode

As the night dwindled away like the melting wax of a candlestick, Barcode lost count of how many times their lips melded together.

Somehow his innocent embrace with the man he loved had transformed into a full-on make-out session. Their kisses were hot and heavy, overflowing with passion and yet filled with longing and desire. A desire that encouraged Barcode's hands to eagerly explore Jeff's perfect body.

The sweet sensation of tightened muscles beneath his fingertips...The husky groans evoked with each shift of his waist... The intoxicating scent of cologne filled his nostrils. It was perfect.

"Mmmm," Barcode releases a satisfied hum, retracting his lips to take a slow step away from the man.

"Come here," he whispers seductively, tossing his jacket to the side as he backed up to the couch.

With each passing day, Barcode had grown more confident alongside Jeff. Perhaps he no longer felt nervous when taking the initiative because he now understood the sheer power he held over the man.

In moments like this, they didn't need words to communicate. Barcode could see the adoration and awe in Jeff's eyes as he willingly followed his command, stalking after him to the edge of the sofa.

As soon as the man is within arms reach, the boy coils his fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him down to lean over him.

"I want you to touch me," Barcode coos yearningly, gliding Jeff's hand against his lower stomach.

The request causes the older man to inhale deeply as he struggled to maintain his self-control. Even with their mutual pining, Jeff still waged a war within his mind.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jeff questions lowly, allowing his eyes to shift down to the growing bulge between the young man's thighs.

"Yes," Barcode coos softly, tilting his head back against the sofa. "Being with you is a decision I'll never question."

A beautiful smile blooms on the man's face at the response, his gaze softening upon the boy.

"I never thought I'd fall in love," Jeff admits softly, stroking his warm hand across the boy's smooth caramel stomach. "But when I look at you... it feels like you were made for me."

"We were made for each other," Barcode corrects in a soft hum, arching his back as Jeff's fingers dipped to outline the rim of his blue jeans.

"If you want me to stop you have to tell me," Jeff states sternly, deftly unzipping the boy's pants with a single hand to expose his boxers.

"I don't want you to stop," Barcode whispers back, shifting his body to push his jeans down to his thighs.

With a swift movement Jeff's hand delves beneath the surface of his boxers, encompassing the young man's erection skillfully between his fingers. Had he always been this sensitive? While it had been months since the man last explored between his legs, Barcode could feel his toes curl in pleasure at the first stroke of Jeff's hand.

"Yes," Barcode coos encouragingly, shifting his waist in tune with each rhythmic stroke. "J-just like that."

Jeff's eyes remained fixated on the boy intently as he worked, swirling his thumb skillfully across the leaking tip before sliding his hand back down to the base.

"I'm going to help you cum faster," Jeff whispers, sinking down to position himself between the boy's legs.

"Are you going to use your mouth again?" Barcode hums curiously, watching the movement of the man's hand.