Serenade Me

Part 18

Sean let Nate pull him into the kitchen with a curious look. He thought Nate would take him to the bedroom. He'd even settle for the living room or the dining table, but the kitchen? Nate stopped to wrap an arm around Sean's waist. Sean leaned into Nate as he guided him around to push him back against the large cold stainless steel fridge. There they shared another kiss that Nate pressed his whole body against his for. Holding Nate's sides to keep him close, Sean broke the kiss to whisper over his lips. "Why don't we take this someplace else?" Nate nibbled Sean's lower lip, before teasingly prodding back. "I thought you liked the thrill of sex in new places. Besides... I have a recipe that I want to try." Sean tilted his head back against the fridge, questioning him a little put off. "You want to cook something, right now?" An evil smile spread across Nate's face as he told him. "Yes. I'm in the mood for something foreign cuisine." 

Sean snorted, muttering out under his breath. "Ok..." Nate leaned in toward his ear, whispering so suggestively into it. "I've got a craving for irish sausage." Sean's eyes widened slightly as he turned his head to press his cheek against Nate's neck. Nate playfully bit Sean's earlobe with a throaty growl. Sean loved the sensation and the sound. They made him weak in the knees. His eyes glazed over, while his instincts told him to bite Nate back. Grazing his teeth across Nate's neck in response. Nate jerked back with a grin, playfully teasing out. "Still too raw though. I'll have to fix that." Sean raised an eyebrow, watching Nate lean into him as he rustled through a drawer by the fridge. With Nate distracted and so very close, Sean pulled Nate's shirt collar away from his shoulder to reveal his soft pale skin. Nate tilted his head just enough to reveal his throat more.

Sean couldn't resist, he had to bite him. Lightly pressing his teeth into the nape of Nate's neck, Sean sucked on his neck, until Nate giggled and tried to pull away. Sean released him, letting Nate straighten up. Nate set a wooden spoon on the counter, then moved his hands to Sean's waist. Sean ran his hands up Nate's arms from his wrists to his shoulders, his fingers seeking out the warmth of his skin, while asking him huskily. "What are you doing, Nate?" Nate grinned, admitting sheepishly. "Call it foreplay. First I've got to remove the inedible pieces." Nate tugged the hem of Sean's shirt up, pulling it free and tossing it away. Sean bit his lip, blushing a little as Nate kissed his chest hungrily. Raising his hands, he gripped the top of the fridge firmly. Nate ran his hands all over his torso, kneading his flesh and kissing down along his smooth skin to his nipple. Sean moaned as Nate's lips found his nipple, running his warm tongue over it until it perked up.

Nate's fingers stroked his light chest hair, before moving to the give his other nipple the same attention. Sean took a deep breath, knowing full well that his sweatpants were failing to hide his growing hard on. Nate's hands moved to the sides of his ribcage, holding him still as he began to kiss a trail of light kisses down to his stomach. Sean dug his fingers into the metal of the fridge. Nate's hands were sliding down his sides to his hips, his fingers curling around the hem of his sweatpants. Sean lowered his hands to rest them on Nate's shoulders, hoping to encourage him on. Nate's fingers slid around the hem of his pants to the rope tie in the front. The sensation gave Sean goosebumps down his arms. He knew what Nate would find if he pulled the hem away. One of Nate's hands moved from the hem to stroke his dark happy trail for a bit. Sean squeezed Nate's shoulders. He was teasing. Dragging it out. Nate pulled his pants down only enough to expose his hips.

Sean observed him through heavy lidded eyes as Nate's hands moved over his exposed hips to grab his slightly exposed ass. Sean winced, biting his lip anxiously. Nate kissed his stomach one last time, then stood up, telling him warmly. "Turn around for me." Sean didn't bother fighting it, he just obeyed. Nate took his arm, pulling him away from the fridge. When Sean was standing before the counter, Nate grabbed the back of his neck and bent him over the black stone counter. Sean leaned down on his arms, playfully shooting over his shoulder. "Now what?" Nate leaned over his back to kiss a spot along his spine, answering sweetly. "I need to tenderize your ass." Sean rolled his eyes, mumbling out. "I don't have an arse... I'm too skinny." Sean saw Nate's hand grab the wooden spoon off the counter out of the corner of his eye. Over his shoulder, Nate purred out to him lovingly. "I assure you that you do."