Drabbles

Hunger

Crush, who's got a crush?

Lips collided, lewd tongues tangled as hungry hands pull off the offending scraps of unimportant materials covering the surface which begs to be touched, to be worshipped, to be kissed and be made love to.

I like the way you blush

Spots of red dotted the chest as it creeps up to the neck and the face, turning one the most becoming shade of pink as he mewled, trashed and gripped on the hopelessly wrinkled sheets around him, refusing to beg but knowing he will before the night ends while treacherous tongue laved sinful attention around his erect cock and the sensitive heavy scrotum below; all the while with heavy lidded dark eyes promising heaven to him if he would only say that one sentence.

I like the way you bite

"Fuck me."

A victorious smile break out on the other's face as he pulled away from the hard length with a lewd wet pop, ignoring the hard tug on his hair in retaliation. He had perhaps the smallest concern that it might be a battle of wills that he will lose for once when facing the prideful younger man who he loves dearly.

Touch, each time we touch

It is like electric fire running through their veins, lighting them from inside out as their limbs entwined, sweat drip down their backs and chest, nothing rehearsed or forced, both frantic and urgent but at the same time knowing they had all the time in the world to discover each other, to pleasure the other.

I wanna take too much

When they fell back on their backs, sated, sticky and not any less hungry for the other as they gasp for breath while their fingers reached for each other and interlace together.

Keep me up all night

Whispers of love filled the air in middle of soft laughter mixed with groans as greedy hands reached for the other again and again.