Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall

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Kirk wraps his arms and legs around Dave's body as the older man presses into him and distributes his body weight evenly against Kirk. This beckons out a content sigh from the kid, washing away any tension that had been festering there between them and replacing it with newfound vigor. Kirk is restless as Dave kisses him, squirming impatiently like he can't wait any longer, but Dave makes him wait. And, much to Kirk's chagrin, he obeys.

Dave starts out slow with Kirk, stripping him down completely until he's bared and exposed for the older man's viewing pleasure. His legs are spread open so he can accommodate Dave kneeling between his thighs and he's already hard. His cock is laying flat against his stomach, nestled in a patch of dark curls, and fuck does he look absolutely beautiful laying there with his hair all strewn about the pillows and waiting for Dave. How did he let himself stay away from this for so long?

Dave settles over Kirk once again and begins to plant kisses all over his neck and collarbone all while caressing the boy's perfect body. Kirk hangs off of Dave as he's showered in the affection he's been so desperately craving. Kirk groans low in his throat when he feels Dave's clothed erection grind into his feverish and exposed groin. Kirk buries his face into Dave's hair, curling against his older lover as he shudders in delight. Dave's kisses turn into playful nips here and there and by the time he's worked both himself and Kirk up thoroughly, he starts to bite at Kirk's neck.

It makes Kirk gasp softly as Dave sucks tenderly on the soft skin of his neck and kneads a chunk of it between his teeth. Kirk's so needy that he rubs his hips against Dave's rough jeans despite the discomfort it brings along with it. He's been waiting so long to have Dave to himself that he doesn't care if he hurts himself in the process. He just needs the friction. The slightest whisper of a caress. Kirk begins to whimper in frustration when he feels Dave's body shift away from his.

"Don't go and throw a tantrum now, baby boy. I don't wanna have to punish you too," Dave tsks, his voice a low and sultry mumble against the shell of Kirk's ear.

Kirk whines, as if to say he understands. He settles down a bit after that and trusts Dave to give him what he wants if he behaves. Dave smirks when notices Kirk obey his warning and bends down to kiss the younger man's cheek chastly.

"There's my good boy," Dave murmurs, peppering Kirk's smooth face in tiny little kisses.

It doesn't take long for Dave to relent a little and strip down after that. He takes a moment to dig around in the bedside drawer and grabs a bottle of lubricant. He's kept Kirk waiting long enough, though he still intends on making love to Kirk nice and slow even when his body is telling him to just go go go. He wants to spoil Kirk. Wants to make him appreciate every little touch as he whispers filthy things into his ear.

The moment Dave's bare body aligns with Kirk's the young man immediately latches onto him like he has no intent on letting go, but Dave isn't in a rush by any means. He drops a hand down between them and prepares Kirk with deft hands, using a liberal amount of lubrication to make sure Kirk is comfortable. Kirk arches into the contact, needing more than Dave's hand and fingers. Dave doesn't indulge him, however. He nuzzles Kirk's neck, sucking marks into tan skin to show the world who he belongs to, and fingers him.

Every so often Dave adds another finger alongside the others until he's able to thrust three inside of Kirk with ease. It draws out the most beautiful noises from Kirk, resulting in Dave's cock twitching in interest. By this point, Dave's just torturing himself if not Kirk, and decides to finally take matters into his own hands. He twists and thrusts his fingers inside of Kirk a few more times before withdrawing them completely. Kirk doesn't whine this time because he knows what's coming.

Dave spreads some lube along his cock and tosses the bottle aside. Not far, just out of reach, because he plans on using that whole damn bottle tonight even if it kills him.

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