Poseidon

Kneed in the balls

I had whispered I wanted more in his ear, and he'd double-checked I wanted it a dozen times by now, and we were almost naked, and he was so warm, and his lips were everywhere on my body, and it was heady and I was overheated, and he nipped his way across my belly, and it was strange how what he did had nothing on any guy I'd ever been with before.

And the door was locked, so no one would just barge in here.

Poe gently tugged on my panties, slowly working them down my legs, and I'd fisted my hands around the sheet in a vain attempt to lie still. Vain attempt. It was not working, at all.

He kissed his way back up, bypassed my sex and kissed my stomach, bypassed my breasts, and looked down at me. He looked seriously hot, looking down at me this way. His eyes were sparkling, it felt, and he looked ridiculously young like this.

I reached up to cup his face, now he wasn't making me lose my mind touching me elsewhere. His stubbles tickled my palms, and it was nice, almost.

"You're overdressed, buddy," I told him.

He cocked his head to one side, looking positively disappointed. "Did you just call me buddy?" he asked me.

I smirked up at him.

"Come on!" he exclaimed softly. "Total buzzkill!"

"Live with it," I said and pulled his face closer to mine.

He smiled and bumped his nose gently to mine. "I think, you should undress me."

I sighed. "Taking off your boxers, if you want me to do it, requires you standing." I reminded him.

Her pursed his lips, having forgotten all about that. "Okay, fair, we'll do it your way," he muttered and rolled off me.

"Dude!" I exclaimed and rolled over on my front. His friends were home, and while he'd locked the door, I was fairly sure it wasn't beneath them to unlock it anyways.

Poe looked at me and dumped his boxers on the floor with a flourish. "Dude," he said back. "Roll back."

I was hesitant, and it's not that I wouldn't let him see me, I just wasn't sure about the door.

With a sigh he picked up the covers from where we'd kicked them off the bed, and draped them over me. "Turn," he instructed me.

I turned and held the covers close.

He was such a boy when he climbed under the covers and kissed his way up my body again.

"Poe," I sighed, trying, and failing, to keep a hold of the covers.

His face popped up from beneath them, and he planted a wet kiss on my mouth before cupping my face in his warm hands and then he devoured me.

Seriously, making out with him was so many good feelings. I wasn't complaining, merely informing. Because it surprised me.

My fingers were fisted in his hair, and I made room for him between my legs.

We both gasped when he lay between my legs.

His eyes were so big and blue in the light from the bedside light.