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Sand saw Ray at the bar wobbling on the stool, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He knew Ray was struggling with alcohol lately, but he kept failing to try, and he would worry about him. He decides to walk over and check on him.
—Hey, Ray, are you okay? —Sand asked, sitting down next to him.
Ray looked at him with glassy eyes and smiled faintly, —Yes, I'm fine, Sand. I just need to ..... forget about it for a while.—
Sand knew Ray was lying, but said nothing. Instead, he asked the waiter to give Ray a glass of water and offered it to him. -Drink this, Ray; you need to hydrate.—
Ray picks up the glass and takes a drink, Sand knows it's time to take Ray home.
He immediately locates Ray's car parked a few meters from the bar, sits him in the passenger seat, and Sand in the driver's seat, knowing that the next morning he will have to return to the bar for his motorcycle.
Upon arriving at Ray's house, Sand helped him lie down on the couch and sat down next to him. Sand remained seated on the couch next to Ray, watching him as he slept. He couldn't help but feel a sense of protection and care for him.
The night was dark and silent, interrupted only by the sound of Ray's breathing. Sand had tucked him in and was now sitting beside him, watching him with concern.
Ray shifted slightly and opened his eyes, looking at Sand with a confused expression. —Sand.... What happened? —asked Ray in a weak voice.
Sand strokes his hair and smiles softly.—Nothing, Ray. I just brought you home because you were drunk. Now get some rest, tomorrow you'll feel better—
Ray nods, and closes his eyes, but Sand could see that Ray wasn't relaxing, he knew he was struggling with his inner demons, and that alcohol was just a way to escape.
Sand sat beside him, looking at him in the darkness of the night. He felt attached to Ray in a way he couldn't explain, as if her heart was connected to his.
Suddenly, Ray moves and approaches Sand, resting his head on her shoulder. Sand hugs him gently, enjoying Ray's warmth and closeness. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he didn't want it to end. Ray snuggles closer, his breath soft on Sand's shoulder.
—Sand, why are you always here for me? —Ray asks faintly
Sand feels a lump in her throat, he doesn't know what to say, how to explain to Ray what he has felt. So he just looks at him, hoping he has understood.
Ray looks at him for a moment, then moves closer. His lips were inches from Sand's, and he could feel his breath on his skin.
Sand feels like he's standing on the edge of a cliff, about to jump off the edge. He didn't know what would happen if they kissed, but he knew he couldn't help it.
And then, Ray leans in and presses his lips to Sand's, a kiss mixed with alcohol, a light touch of lemon and salt and cigar. Sand feels his body burn on fire, feeling as if he were floating on air, as if nothing else mattered except the kiss he was sharing with Ray, warm and intense, he could feel Ray's heart beating against his.
Sand knows that sober Ray would never kiss him, never see him with the same bright eyes and the same intensity, tomorrow morning Ray will remember nothing, and act like the Ray he is. But Sand's heart cannot forget.
And as if Ray were reading Sand's feelings and mind, Ray pulls away for a moment, looking at Sand—I'm sober enough to realize what we're doing and I'm sure I won't forget this.—
Sand's repressed feelings overflow like dam water, which have been accumulated for so long, tears flow out and fall slowly down Sand's cheeks.
—Sand—Ray cradles Sand's face with both hands, looking directly into his eyes. —Sand, look at me: —I love you. I've been so caught up in my stupidity, alcohol and obsession with Mew that I never realized your feelings for me.—
Sand feels as if she is in a dream, as if none of this is real.
Ray brings his lips close to Sand's again, and that's when Sand realizes it's not a dream, the feeling of his arms around them, their lips kissing, it was all too real.
Sand smiles, and kisses him back, this time with more intensity than they had ever felt before. It felt like they were being consumed by the fire that burned between them.
Without a word, Ray takes Sand's hand, leading him to his room.
It wasn't the first time they had slept together, but it was raw sex, with no feelings involved. And this time, for the first time, they would do it conscious of what they now felt for each other, no lies, no broken hearts.
Ray felt like he was in heaven, like nothing else mattered except the love they shared. When they kissed, they knew this was what they had been searching for all their lives.
Embraced, Ray and Sand began to explore each other's bodies gently and subtly, their hands sliding over each other's skin, discovering every curve and contour.
It was as if they were in a new world, a world of sensations and emotions. Their lips met in soft kisses, full of passion and tenderness. Ray felt like he was floating in a sea of emotions, with Sand as his only anchor.
As they explored each other's bodies and their clothes were stripped off, they realized that every touch, every kiss, was an expression of their love.
—Sand—Ray kisses the palm of his hand affectionately—Make love to me, Sand-Make me feel that I am yours and you mine.—
Sand was more than happy to oblige, leaning in and pressing his lips together for a brief kiss. It was a request, rather than a demand or a whim. Ray wants Sand to melt into him.
Sand's hand threaded through Ray's hair, finding its way to the nape of his neck. Carefully, he pulled the hair back, forcing Ray's chin up, exposing his delicate neck. He brought his mouth close to the soft skin, pressing kisses to his earlobe, jaw, and then his jugular. It rumbled against her lips, like a beckoning for her to cling. Sand didn't resist, nibbling it before sucking it, slowly and rhythmically. Ray's skin tasted like sacrament.
Ray sighed, his eyelids closed and his lips half-open.
—Take me, Sand —Ray's voice was barely audible, breathless and flushed-cheeked.
Sand with his warm breath on Ray's Adam's apple gives a light kiss like a feather that he squeezed.
Sand slipped out of Ray's hands the lack of contact caused him to moan. Sand merely smiled as he pushed Ray down onto the pillows, straddling his hips. He didn't hesitate to sink down, drawing a small sigh from Ray.
—S...Sand-His name never sounded so pretty until she heard him breathe on those swollen lips.
Sand let his lips meet Ray's again. He kissed him greedily. Fingers tugged at Sand's tresses, hips pressed against his. There was a nibble on her stinging lower lip, throbbing deliciously and a tongue rubbing against his, hot and needy.
Sand watches as his lover's weeping cock, which stained Ray's underwear.
Sand pulled away from Ray, sliding down to lie between a pair of eager thighs. He hooked his fingers under the waist band and pulled down the boxers, Ray's cock slapping against his stomach once released, followed by a hiss.
—You're killing me,—Ray gasped, more than willing to have Sand inside him.
Sand let out a giggle, calloused hands ran up Ray's thigh, tickling the sensitive skin, making his cocks jerk at the sensation. —Pacience, Ray,— he whispered, lifting Ray's leg off his knee, giving him access to the supple skin he desperately wanted to caress. Her mouth found the inside of Ray's thigh, licking a stripe on the pale skin.
Ray shuddered, nodding his head as the only answer his mind could come up with.
Then you won't get enough of me.
He smiled, inhaling the sweet scent of his lover, fruity and musty, an intoxicating smell that drove him mad. He bit down hard, Ray moaned in response, his head drooping in a mixture of misery and ecstasy. His pleasure tasted addictive. Sand latched onto the reddened skin, his tongue like a paintbrush, leaving behind patches of bright blues and purples on those quivering thighs. She would paint a thousand pictures, if he could, on the perfect canvas, which moaned and writhed with every stroke.
Ray's fingers tangled in his hair, pulling Sand upward. He couldn't take another second of teasing. He desperately needed Sand. His groin ached with a need the other knowingly refused to respond to. He could barely think.
—Do you love me that much, hm? —Sand hummed, letting herself be dragged onto Ray's impossibly hard cock—. What Ray wanted, Sand wanted more. Much more.
Without wasting another second, he kissed the underside of Ray's cock, a plea of - “Please”- dripping from him.
Sand indulged in Ray's moans, taking him into his mouth, tongue swirling over his head. A hiss echoed in the back of Ray's throat, his every muscle fighting the urge to move his hips upward. Sand wanted to test that willpower, engulfing Ray further a hand beginning to pump at the base.
The noises alone could have made Sand cum. Ray could be quiet when he wanted to be and bossy when he felt like it. But hearing him moan in that tiny, husky voice, begging Sand to fuck him, throw his head back. It was a sight that made Sand's bones melt.
He could no longer deny Ray or himself. He released Ray's cock with a snap, Ray's body tensed at the loss of that quest for orgasm.
Sand sat back on his knees, looking at the mess of a human in front of him, courtesy of his mouth and fingertips. Ray was panting, flushed, staring at him. His eyes glittered like stained glass, sapphire tears prickling the corners. —Please —he sighed, spreading his legs, an invitation Sand did not decline.
Stretching over to the bedside table to get some lube. Sand let out a moan, eyes closed as he applied the lube, the first time that night he paid attention to himself. He had to stop, the tension alone making him dangerously close to spilling.
He repositioned himself to hover over Ray, one hand on either side of his head. They stared at each other for a moment, their quickened breaths synchronized.
There was a smile on Ray's face that turned into a gasp as Sand entered him. His nerves throbbed as he slowly stretched around Sand's cock, his mouth open at the painful, luminous sensation.
Once his cock was buried inside Ray, he waited for the go-ahead to move. It wasn't long before pale thighs found their way around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper until all Sand knew was that tight heat. Until Ray could only feel that throbbing cock tucked inside him.
Sand almost forgot to move, her hips jerking back unconsciously, craving friction. Her hips thrust forward, the pounding of skin accentuated by Ray's choppy howl. She did it again, getting the same reaction from his lover.
His pace was slow at first, each thrust enunciated and sharp. Ray's arms wrapped around Sand's neck, his face scrunched up, his body wrapped in pleasure. It was fantastic, the slow rocking rubbing against every nerve ending, setting her limbs on fire. He wanted more.
He kissed Sand's throat, teeth grazing the skin that dripped oceans. Ray was overcome with emotion as he gave himself to Sand, it was totally different, it felt clean, pure.
—Harder,—he sighed.
Sand rammed into Ray, hitting that sweet spot that made his back arch almost like a ballerina. He looked so delicate and smooth unlike the wild Sand on top of him. His hips hammering against him with little sense of rhythm. The guttural growl rumbling in his chest. Sweat pouring from him.
Ray wiggled his hips to meet Sand's every onslaught, hungry for more of those fireworks exploding inside him. He couldn't help it when his legs disengaged from Sand's waist and threw themselves over his shoulder, wanting Sand to fuck him deeper. Taking all of him. Every last inch of him.
Sand leaned into Ray, bending him almost in half, his pace becoming increasingly chaotic as he chased that high. — "Ah"—which Ray emitted made goosebumps break out all over his skin. He would kneel between those thighs forever if he could, yielding to Ray's every need, his every request. He would do anything for the man moaning and writhing beneath him.
—Come for me. Cum for me,—gasped Ssnd, leaning down to nail Ray's place again and again. Ray was stiffening, clenching around Sand, as his hand flew to his cock, jerking himself off to do Sand's bidding. It was all a blur of passion, their lips messily joined in a wet kiss, moaning into each other's mouths.
As the stars outside her window hung in the sky in disarray, the ones in his room seemed to have aligned, both reaching their climax at the same time. Bright light shone before both their eyes, Sand let out a scream as she chaotically pounced on Ray, spilling his cum, warm and sticky on him. Ray's eyes rolled back in his head, a shock of numbness and redness coursed through his body as he shuddered and thrust, cumming all over his stomach.
They rode together to their orgasms, moaning and shuddering, thrusting and pressing, the erratic movements of their hips slowing until they stopped, leaving them alone breathless, blushing furiously.
Sand pulled away and separated from Ray a hand ran through his sweaty hair as he sat back on his heels, taking in the sight before him. Ray was completely undone, a painting of red cheeks, hair spread out like a crown and bruised skin that even the moonlight envied. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his inner thighs slick and shiny with Sand's semen, his face clouded, a faraway look in his eyes. It made Sand smile, crawling over to lie beside him, pulling his warm, loose body close to him in an embrace.
Their breathing slowed, all huddled together, noses pressed together, exchanging lazy kisses as the high subsided.
Ray began to cry, tears of relief running down his cheeks.
—I'm sorry, Sand,—I Ray whispered, his voice trembling, —I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner. I'm sorry I wasn't here for you
Sand hugged him tightly, cradling him in her arms. —There is nothing to forgive,—he said, his voice full of love. —I'm here now and that's all the matters.
Ray felt a little better, but still overcome with emotion. —I love you, I love you so much, Sand —Ray's voice full of conviction.
Sand smiles and kisses him softly—I love you too, Ray. And I'm here for you, always.—
Ray felt a little calmer, knowing that Sand loved him and accepted him as he was. And in that moment, he knew he was ready to face anything as long as he was with Sand.