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The key clicks smoothly into the well-oiled lock. The door swings open with a characteristic groan. Alan enters first and reaches for the switch. He turns on the light.
The bright glow of the bulb floods the room. Alan can't believe his eyes, even though everything is clear and clear as day. The apartment is not nearly empty, as they were watching them for the first time. All the furniture they ordered is perfectly in place.
The table they chose. The couch, a small coffee table in front of him. Shelves and a chest of drawers. If he ever doubted Boss Pakorn's abilities, he now sees with his own eyes that there are no limits to this man.
He continues to walk in, looking around uncertainly. He opens the door to one of the rooms. A huge king-size bed is perfectly centered against the wall. In the corner is a wardrobe, and on the opposite wall is the chest of drawers they chose.
The surreal sight takes his breath away. Everything is so perfect. As it should be, but somehow "not his". He feels his eyes start to moisten.
He opens another door. The room that was supposed to be his office. And it is, in all its glory. Everything he chose for this place is neatly in place. A large oak desk. A shelf for documents and a comfortable chair. Everything he needs to open his own small business, which he has dreamed of for a long time.
The third room is empty. It's waiting for them to decorate it however they want. A room that will soon be a new home for two beautiful girls. They can choose the entire decor themselves. Just the way they like it.
At least 7 working days must pass before the verdict becomes final and they can pick up the children from the center. That's enough time to furnish a room for their daughters. Two little treasures who are eagerly waiting for them. Could they be happier?
However, the disturbing bitter taste still lingers on the tongue. Everything is like a fairy tale. But not as it should be.
"Alan?"
Ray walks to his side and cuddles into his chest. "What's wrong, honey?"
Alan doesn't know. He really doesn't know how to answer that question. He should be the happiest man alive right now. "I don't know, Ray. That's all. It's a hell of a lot. Like I don't deserve it. It's hard for me to just take it all in."
Alan wipes a lone tear from his eye. Ray raises his head. He looks deep into his eyes. "You know what. I may hate my father, but this apartment and everything in it is yours more than anything else.
"You earned it. You chose this place. It was his games that made you lose it. And it's more than fair that you get it all back! You deserve it, Alan. You know it."
There's a certain truth to Ray's words. The certainty in his voice hits hard and without any doubt. "Yeah. I guess you're right." A tender kiss lands on his lips. Slow, unhurried, and full of love.
He knows as well as anyone that Ray is the one who has the hardest time accepting all of this. They've both been caught up in these evil games, but Ray is the one who is emotionally connected to the culprit behind all this mess.
"We'll have to take care of that empty space. Nit said she liked turquoise. What do you think?" Just the mention of one of the girls brings a huge smile to Alan's face. Their little girls. Nit and Thania.
"Yes. Nit definitely said she wanted a turquoise room. We can give them anything they ask for."
"And now?"
“What now?” Alan blinks twice. He looks at Ray and sees that little devilish smile. “Ray?”
"What? We can spend our first night in our new apartment. Why go back? It's probably too late to pick out furniture." A mischievous smile circles his lips. And his fingers tentatively creep under his shirt. Alan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"
"Myhmmm..." Ray hums softly. Another, less innocent, kiss lands on Alan's lips. The sounds of their wet kisses echo through the empty room. Itchy skin makes hands longingly seek out his touch.
Ray fawns like a house cat. His hot breath hits Alan's neck. He nudges him with his nose and purrs, sucking the mark on his neck. He smiles mischievously at the moans that escape his boyfriend's lips. He pulls away only to see Alan's eyes darken with desire.
He looks beautiful. Rosy cheeks, full red lips. His chest rises and falls heavily, losing its steady rhythm. Ray's hand travels down and fingers his cock through his pants. Extracting a long sigh.
Alan can't ignore the heat that floods his body as he watches Ray sink to his knees. She deftly slides between his feet and grabs the sand from his pants, falling to the floor. Deft hands quickly make do with the button and zipper. Alan can't focus on anything but that cat-like gaze that's still fixed on him. A lustful black gaze, full of love and devotion.
The rustle of material echoes through the room, and then Alan's pants land around his ankles. Ray licks his lips lustfully, nuzzling the base of his cock. He licks a long strip from the shaft to the head, and Alan loses his ability to speak completely.
"Hold that for me, honey." Ray tugs up his long shirt, placing it under Alan's hand. So that it doesn't interfere with his actions.
Hands grip the backs of his thighs firmly, sending shivers down his spine. Drawing lines across his skin, nails sinking into the soft tissue. Ray licks the head of his cock, tasting every tiny drop of precum. He presses his tongue flat, then slides down the thick, hard shaft. He moans at the warmth between his lips.
"Oh God, Ray, yes. Don't stop," Alan fists a tuft of material, his own shirt, across his chest. The boy grunts in satisfaction, and the sound vibrates through his entire body. Alan doesn't know what to do with his other hand, he needs some kind of support. So he digs in his fingertips, combing through the soft hair. Which seems to be enough encouragement, because Ray swallows him even deeper.
The inside of his mouth is heaven on earth. Ray coats him in saliva, long, slow strokes. He laves his tongue inside his mouth, the sensitive head and the crack. Jesus, it feels so amazing that Alan can barely control himself from pushing his hips forward.
He watches appreciatively as his cock disappears over and over, enveloped in hot, wet heat. His lips stretch over his skin, then lower, only to return a moment later. Ray makes soft, obscene sounds, but continues to take everything he can get. Saliva drips from the corner of his mouth, running down his chin. One hand is still gripping his thigh tightly. The other creeps toward his balls, squeezing and kneading them gently.
Alan tries to hold still as he feels the head of his cock hit the back of his throat. He runs his hands through his hair, his fingers curling tighter.
Ray pats his ass, a clear signal to fuck him in the mouth. His cat eyes are still locked on their gaze. He pulls back for a second to wipe his chin with the back of his hand. Then he opens his mouth wide and sticks out his tongue.
Needing no further encouragement, Alan thrusts into his mouth. Slowly at first, making shallow thrusts so Ray can adjust. Tight warmth and overwhelming pleasure wash over him. He groans, his head falling back against the wall behind him. His hips stabilize in a steady, fluid motion. A small, choking, gurgling sound pulls him out of the pleasure fog for a moment. He tilts his head back down, slightly apprehensive. But Ray swallows him whole again without a moment's hesitation. He runs his tongue over the soft underside. He hollows his cheeks and sucks, making sloppy sounds as he does so.
Alan admires the beautifully rosy face, watery eyes and lips wet with saliva. He is beautiful, he lets out a helpless moan and continues to fuck his mouth. A little faster, feeling his throat tighten around his length. He feels his penis twitch with interest in his mouth. Holding his hand on Ray's head, he hits the back of his throat, holding him steady.
His heart is pounding. "God, you're perfect. I'm..." Alan only tightens his grip on his hair to warn him. He can't breathe for more when he feels the vibrations on his cock. Ray hums, the sound alone making him shudder and come deep in his throat.
Ray chokes slightly and swallows. His throat tightens around the head, causing another spurt of cum. This definitely shouldn't be as hot as Alan feels. A sloppy tear escapes the corner of Ray's eye. Saliva and the remnants of his cum drip down his chin. He slowly pulls away, cleaning his cock clean.
His penis is getting a little sensitive. But it's still damn nice. Alan wipes his mouth with the heel of his hand, and Ray leans into the touch like a graceful cat. As if the pleasure of sucking Alan off was all his. He looks proud of himself. His eyes are sparkling, and his lips are twisted into a mischievous smile.
Ray pulls up his pants, intertwining their lips again. He pushes his not-quite-soft penis into his black boxers. Alan feels the sweet taste of his lips, mixed with the taste of his own cum. He deepens the kiss, wanting more.
He presses his lips together again, parting them for his tongue. His mouth tastes as sweet as ever. They part for a moment to catch their breath. A moment for Alan to admire the beautiful mess. The very swollen, red lips. The remnants of sperm and saliva on their skin. The watery, thirsty gaze. The lamplight reflects the glow on their flushed faces. Ray grabs his hand, pulling him out of the room.
"Bath first. You still seem tense."
It's hard to tell if he's the one who's more tense, or Ray. Given the significant bulge in his pants. But Alan certainly isn't going to argue.
The short distance they have to cover, from the room to the bathroom, turns out to be an incredibly long stretch of road. Their hands wander, slowly throwing off the next pieces of clothing. Soft, fluffy lips intrude every now and then to get in the way. Their hands wander in search of bare skin. Fighting an unequal battle, between lust and the desire to reach the bathtub. They stumble over clothes and their own limbs. Eventually, they somehow reach the bathroom. The door hits the frame hard as they both roll inside.
The last bits of clothing fall off their bodies. Alan is wonderfully naked before him. His olive skin gleams in the glow of the fluorescent light, like a Greek statue exhibited in a museum space. His slim, slender body creates an unforgettable sight. Under the thin skin, each clearly outlined, strong muscle is painted. The wonderful planes of his body are outlined in perfect proportion, and his heavy, appetizing cock hangs between his legs. Desire shines in his eyes. He licks his lips, looking at Ray from under his dark eyelashes.
He pulls him closer, as if he can't get enough of the taste, smell, and feel of his skin. He slowly strokes the curves of his back, moving along the curve of his spine until she stops at the roundness of his buttock. He spends a few long moments there, marveling at the firmness and softness of his skin.
Someone's stray hand finally finds the tap. The pleasant sound of water fills the small space. Ray somehow adds a few drops of scented oil. In the process, scattering the carefully arranged cosmetics on the shelf. Alan giggles into his mouth and almost trips over a small stool himself. Their bodies are still intertwined, unable to separate. They move in an awkward dance, across the tight, small space.
Alan looks down and sees a red, swollen cock pressed against his stomach. Ray hasn't come yet, and that definitely needs fixing. He cups his hand around his cock. It's leaking so badly that he can easily slide up and down. Ray thrusts into his hand, hooking one leg over his hip.
Taking advantage of the opportunity and the rather clear signal, the fingers of his other hand travel between his buttocks. Alan swallows the long moan that escapes Ray's lips as his finger circles, rubbing the ring of tight muscle. The boy draws in the air that catches in his chest at the delicious touch.
Ray is noticeably soft in his arms. Animal desire lights a flame in the pit of his stomach. Blood pounds in his ears and his heart gallops hard in his chest.
Alan leans his boyfriend's body against the shelf that holds the sink. He slides down, making room between his knees. He throws Ray's leg over his shoulder, exploring the inside of his thigh with his tongue. He hears the clatter of fingernails desperately seeking purchase on the smooth marble surface. The air is getting hotter and more humid, from the water pouring into the tub. Or from their rushing breaths. Probably both.
Ray looks down and sees the hunger in Alan's eyes. He puts his fingers in his mouth, slobbering heavily on them, making obscene sounds as he does so. He pulls his wet fingers away from his mouth. A long string of saliva trails between them, and the wet finger lands on his entrance, rubbing it pleasantly again.
He applies light pressure, pressing on the muscle bundles. He sinks deeper. He continues to nibble, suck, and kiss his inner thighs and balls. His other hand slowly strokes his hard cock. It's stifling, the air heavy. Ray arches his back as his skillful fingers reach his prostate.
His legs are shaking, his breath catching in his throat. Alan sucks on the inside of his thigh. A bright red mark marks the pale skin. His fingers fuck Ray, an excruciatingly slow pace. His hard, dripping cock swings before his eyes again.
For a moment he hesitates between wanting to eat his ass or staying in that position. Finally he adjusts Ray's knee on his shoulder, licking a long stripe along the underside of his cock. The boy's buttocks dig into the edge of the marble shelf, and his head falls back against the steamy mirror.
"Alan!" Ray squeals. It's hard to tell if it's because of the uncomfortable position, but he assumes that he's not bothered by much in this state. His fingers penetrate him deeply, brushing against his prostate with each movement.
The mouth engulfs his cock in quick movements. And that's all it takes for Alan to finish him off in an embarrassingly short time. His body trembles, melting into wave after wave of pleasure. His senses go wild as he loses control completely and collapses into Alan's arms, on the cool floor.
It takes a few moments for the post-orgasmic fog to clear. Ray's body stiffens a little and shivers from the cold, and the tub is almost full. The fresh aroma of citrus, ginger, and sandalwood fills the room. Light, relaxing, and stimulating.
Alan is the first to settle into the tub, reaching out for Ray. His fingers touch the surface of the water before he submerges the rest of his body. Settling softly into Alan's arms.
Slender fingers quickly find his waist beneath the surface of the water. Pulling him closer so that Ray now rests his back against Alan's chest. A pleasant blush warms their cheeks slightly. Caused by the excitement and the hot water. Steam begins to settle more heavily on the mirrors, creating a cozy space.
Ray hums lazily as Alan's fingers gently wash over his body. They roam up and down beneath the surface of the water. It's incredibly relaxing. He explores every tiny surface of skin he can reach. They knew each other's bodies so well, yet every time they came together it was still an exciting journey into the unknown. The warm water relaxed their muscles, providing a moment of relief after the wild fun.
Ray tilts his head back. Craning his neck to steal a few more lingering kisses. He can still taste his own come on his tongue. He draws in a shuddering breath, his eyes narrowing slightly. Alan glances at him, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. Warmth spreads in his lower abdomen, his chest tightening under his ragged breath.
Impatient as ever, he turns, settling on Alan's thighs. The sweet weight falls, lulled by the water that washes over their bodies. There was no question. They had belonged to each other for a long time. Forever. Silence echoed around, broken only by their joyful laughter and warm sighs.
Slender fingers moved up to brush a few black strands from Alan's forehead. Only to dive into the hair at the nape of his neck a moment later, pulling him in for another kiss. Their lips met passionately. Red, swollen. Tired from the caresses neither of them wanted to stop.
Ray smiles into the kiss. They share a few long glances. As if they wanted to etch this memory into their heads forever. The intimate silence that reigns between them is calm and comfortable. Just the occasional splash of water, the sounds of their bodies colliding, and the scent of soothing oil.
Alan takes over, pulling Ray's hips down. "Alan..." A soft whisper seeps from Ray's lips. A delicious current surges through his body as his partner's manhood brushes against him. He's half hard and still very sensitive. The soft groan that escapes his lips is delicious. Encouraged, he moves his hands down, tightening his fingers around the firm buttocks. Slender fingers search for a space he wants to delve into.
"Alan please. Don't tease me. I want you." Savage satisfaction smoldered in Alan's chest. The desperation with which Ray pleads. His lustful, pleading cat eyes. He takes a few seconds to admire the sight. Savoring every little grimace and moan. He gapes at him, mouth agape, a hot blush running down his neck and into his ears.
"Alan" Ray lifts himself up a little, rubbing his cock desperately against his boyfriend's stomach. It's the perfect position for Alan to caress his nipples. So he takes the hard bud between his teeth, nibbling it gently. He moves his lips and licks it flat with his tongue. He slowly opens Ray with both hands, sliding both index fingers in, stretching the tight walls. Ray makes a lewd sound before he can press his lips to Alan's cheek.
This is one of his absolute favorite games. When he can tease Ray and get him fired up before he slides inside his hot core. He spreads his cheeks, pushing himself deeper. Ray fucks himself on his fingers, splashing water around the tub. He moans pitifully as his body is lifted up and down. Faster and deeper, until he can't breathe. "Yes, Alan. Yes. Yes. Ah. I need more."
"You ask so beautifully for my cock. I love it when you're so desperate. Who can fuck you so perfectly?"
"You! Only you! Please, Alan. I need you," Ray trembles under his every touch. He tugs at the hair at the back of his head to pull him closer. He presses herself flat against his chest. Warm skin touches his privates, but it's not enough to send him over the edge.
Alan is a little cruel today, but after the wonderful deep throating he just got in the next room, he can wait. Ray groans in protest, but still squirms obediently on his fingers, moaning loudly. He could listen to those licentious sounds for hours. He swallows the gasps that land on his lips in sloppy kisses. He pushes his tongue deep into his throat, his nose brushing his cheek. He savors the quiver of the sound on his tongue.
Beads of sweat or water run smoothly down the velvety skin. Ray shifts his weight so that Alan's cock grazes the edge. It's not easy to keep the urge in check when the desired goal is so close. Everything he needs right now is just inches from his ass, and Ray feels desperate.
His hand slides down to grasp Alan's cock. His whole body vibrates with need. Skin flushed, lips chapped, and a small short circuit forms in his brain. He lines up and slowly sinks down. The head of his cock slides smoothly behind the ridge. Impossible heat touches his skin and he swallows hungrily. Alan immediately groans and buries his face in the hollow of his collarbone. For a moment, he looks like he wants to protest, to tease his boyfriend some more. But his cock definitely has other plans. Instinctively, he pushes his hips up to meet Ray's ass.
Ray opens his mouth wide with a deep sigh. The tongue slides out of the mouth and bites down on the upper lip with a hiss. “Fuck me Alan.” Instead of words, a desperate moan escapes his lips like the sweetest melody.
His hole hungrily swallows Alan's cock. The water ripples under the pressure of their rocking bodies. Splashing sloppily onto the floor. Alan leans back against the edge of the tub, his muscles tensing with each upward thrust.
Ray gallops faster. The feeling is so good that his head goes blank, forgetting the whole world. Alan hard penis digs into his insides, rubbing against every edge. Perfectly fitting, filling him to the brim. His breath trembles in his chest. His teeth pinch his nipples. He knows he's done when his stomach twists in on itself. He already feels that familiar twinge in his lower abdomen that brings him closer to fulfillment.
It doesn't take long before he loses all rhythm, and his hips begin to stutter. "Alan, please. Can you..." Of course Alan can, and even wants to. His hands find Ray's hips in an instant, and he lifts him up gently. He thrusts into his body in a few quick strokes.
"Touch yourself for me, baby." Ray doesn't even want to protest. He clenches his fist around his length and jerks hard in time with their pushes. Gliding up and down, in time with the movement of their bodies. Half of the water has probably already flowed over the edge of the tub and is soaking into the fluffy rug. As usual, they'll have something to clean up after their lovemaking excesses. The usual.
Ray's body reaction is suggestive enough for Alan to know his partner is close. He squeezes his hands tighter, creating bluish marks in the shape of fingertips. A few quick desperate thrusts are all it takes for Alan to cum deep inside the tight core. He spreads Ray's cheeks wide, giving him a few more deep thrusts.
It doesn't take much for Ray to shudder, writhing in the spasms of his own orgasm. The boy moans and shivers throughout his body. He spills into his fist, the swaying water quickly blurring the white streaks.
He looks absolutely beautiful as his face tightens under another wave of pleasure. A sweet grimace that Alan could never get enough of admiring. Reveling in it, he fell over the edge of his own bliss. Still buried deep inside his boyfriend's body.
He leaned down to look into those expressive eyes. He was drowning in that deep gaze, those impenetrable black eyes that looked at him with respect and love. In the light of the lamps, he could clearly see the shy blush that Ray tried to hide. So intimate and homely that Alan wanted to pinch those rosy cheeks. Their breaths slowly became soft and measured. Ray snuggled closer to his body, not leaving the slightest bit of space.
Alan kisses his cheek and pats his ass. The water was getting cold, and their bodies were starting to shake a little as the euphoria began to wear off. They quickly rinsed off in the warm water. They stepped out, taking careful steps onto the soaked rug. Yes, there would definitely be some cleaning to do tomorrow. They wrapped themselves in soft towels. Alan tied his around his waist. The other landed on Ray's shoulders, enveloping his entire body like a fluffy cloud.
On the way to the bedroom, they pass their scattered clothes. They'll deal with that later, probably tomorrow. The bedroom has fluffy duvets waiting, ready to be draped over them.
Alan searched the cabinets for duvet covers and pillowcases. While Ray stood waiting, wrapped in a soft towel, he turned toward the huge windows that stretched from ceiling to floor.
The glow of the lamp reflected the light, giving the impression of a Venetian mirror. Below, all you could see was the impenetrable darkness of the park. In the distance, the lights of the bustling city twinkled.
Alan quickly finished his task and turned his gaze to Ray. He admired the blurred lines of his body, hidden by the soft towel. He dimmed the overhead light a bit to create a romantic atmosphere.
In the semi-darkness he steps closer, placing his hands on Ray's lower back, sliding them over his hips towards his stomach. In response to his touch, he feels a small shiver run through the boy's body.
Ray leaned back. Resting his head on his shoulder. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes. That's exactly how I imagined it." Ray's gaze lingers on their reflections. Alan leans lower. He pulls the towel away, which slides gently down his flushed skin. He begins to gently kiss his arm, moving his lips to small spots on his olive skin. His lips twitch in a satisfied smile, and his eyes are slightly closed.
Ray intertwines their fingers on his stomach, holding his partner's hand securely. He reaches up with his other hand to comb through his still damp hair, tangling his fingers in the strands at the nape of his neck. Alan hums against his neck. His breath is heavy and warm in his mouth. He tastes with his tongue, explores the slender curves with his lips. He sucks a few innocent hickeys.
Ray tilts his neck back a little to give him more room. Alan takes a moment to savor the taste of his soft skin. Without stopping sucking and nibbling on his slender neck, his hands quickly find their way under the towel. Grazing the velvety skin of his stomach and chest.
He moves his hand down, teasingly hooking his fingers around his soft cock to get his attention. Ray hums at the touch, closing his eyes more tightly, his long, dark lashes casting a hazy shadow over his rosy cheeks.
Ray turns slowly and rises slightly on his toes so he can reach his mouth. The man has already lost his towel somewhere under mysterious circumstances. He takes a moment to revel in the incredible sight. The taut muscles under the thin skin. The flushed complexion. He glances over the erect nipples and continues down the clearly defined six-pack on his stomach. A happy trail of hair leads him further down to the heavy cock. "Haven't you had enough yet?"
Alan just raises both eyebrows in defiance, as is his wont. "I haven't even warmed up yet." A wide smile spreads across his lips, and in the blink of an eye Ray is pressed against the cool glass. He flinches slightly at the feeling, but Alan's hot body quickly makes up for it.
He tilts his head slightly, involuntarily sticking out his tongue to moisten his lips slightly. Alan watches every movement attentively, then quickly returns to kissing the slender neck. Sucking another red mark on the surface of the body. He feels Ray's blood rushing at a frantic pace under his lips, under the thin layer of skin. His brain seems tangled, and his hands wander with the clear intention of pressing all the necessary buttons, so that Ray begins to moan and groan beautifully.
And it definitely works. The boy melts like butter on a hot stove. Every little touch sends an electric charge under his skin. He shivers and begs for anything he can get. Anticipation tingles down his skin, circling heavily in the pit of his stomach.
Alan's hand runs mere inches from his neglected cock before returning to pinching the hard buds on his chest. A desperate grip tightens around Alan's neck. And the man grins mischievously. "I want to eat you whole. Turn around for me, my sunshine." Ray feels his breath catch in his chest. A wild blush creeps across his cheeks. But he loves it.
"Alan..." His feet shuffle timidly across the floor from toe to heel before he pulls his chest against the cool glass. The city lights still twinkle in the distance. In the reflection of the glass, he can see Alan lurking behind him.
A firm hand grips his hipbone. The other glides freely along his side, to his thigh. Tracing a delicate line along the curve. Ray swallows, sucking in a loud whoosh as a greedy morsel lands on his ass.
"Alan, what are you doi..." Before he can finish, he squeals again as Alan licks the rim with the entire plane of his tongue. His knees tremble. He presses his forehead against the smooth surface of the glass and thrusts his hips back. "Still so wet for me! I can feel my cum leaking out of you." Ray feels only the hot rush of air against his skin. Another long lick, running from his balls to his tailbone.
The movement of his tongue intensifies. Alan licks the damp skin with gusto, tasting the cum, savoring every moan. Ray pushes himself against the glass like his life depends on it. It probably does, considering his legs are turning into a gelatinous mess. “Baby! Oh! There! Yes! Please!”
Ray seems like a mess, which definitely excites Alan even more. With practiced ease, he traces asymmetrical patterns across the tight rings of muscle. The opening stretches around his tongue with a little resistance. It pushes in, saliva and remnants of sperm sloping sloppily down his chin. He squeezes his hands together tightly, spreading his buttocks even further.
Ray watches the outline of Alan's reflection between his legs carefully. He blushes at the thought of how shamelessly exposed he is. His chest heaves and falls heavily, trying to catch his breath rhythmically. A single drop of water drips from his still damp hair and runs down the glass. Ray feels as if Alan's stubble has magically grown twice as long as it always has, scratching at the delicate skin between his thighs.
Adrenaline begins to pump through his veins as Alan fucks his tongue in and out. He licks his insides, the bedroom filling with obscene sounds of licking and sucking.
Alan adds his fingers to the fun. His tongue pushes in deeper, and Ray is sure he would fall if not for the strong hands holding his thighs in place.
Alan can do things with his tongue that Ray can only sob awkwardly. He want more, but at the same time he don't want his boyfriend to stop. Desperate moans tear from his chest. A trail of steam settles on the windowpane from his hot breath.
His thumb hooks around the edge so his tongue can slide in deeper. Alan's nose trails the edge, his rough cheeks brushing his ass, his beard brushing his balls. "God Alan! I, ah..." He thrusts his hips further to rub his ass against Alan's face.
"Alan please. Fuck me already!" Ray wasn't going to beg, but his indecently hard cock had plans of its own to fulfill.
"You taste so good," Ray moans at those words. God, how is this man even real?
"Please. My hole is waiting for you to fuck it"
"Fuck," Alan growls, then rises to his feet. His entire body sliding down Ray's back, as if he can't get enough of his closeness. Like a predator, ready to lunge for his throat and devour him whole. He sinks his teeth into the back of his neck, his nails scraping the planes of his ribcage.
Ray can barely catch his breath. His cheeks are red, beads of sweat forming at his temples. He's panting, blindly searching behind him for a piece of flesh he can grab. His hips roll back, searching for Alan's hard cock. Pleasure overwhelms his common sense, but he knows he needs so much more. He wants it all, and desperation slowly creeps like shadows in the dark.
"You'd like to have that, wouldn't you, baby?" The man murmurs in his ear, rubbing his penis against his thighs and buttocks. Wet precum oozes out of him and mixes with saliva and the rest of his cum. "Fuck yes. Just do it already! Fuck me like only you can!"
Alan's hands are large and warm. They securely grip the smaller body and position it comfortably. "Alan!" This time Ray warns. Urges him, for his patience is frail. His dripping penis, traces several long marks on the glass. Leaving traces of their love crimes, on the smooth surface. A long, loud groan cuts through the air. Alan slides his hand down his torso and tightens on the line of his throat. "Shhh... Be a good boy."
Ray swallows. His Adam's apple bounces up and down between his fingers. His heart flutters in his chest, and his sweaty palms struggle to find purchase on the glass.
Alan growls in his ear. Pure, untamed lust boils inside him. In one smooth movement, he thrusts into the hot, tight warmth. Ray barely catches his breath at the intrusion. Fingers squeak against the glass, knees tremble, and the world begins to spin.
"Mine!" Alan withdraws in a motion that is so slow and painless. So Ray can feel every single muscle that croaks and twitches around his hard cock. Alan presses his fingers harder against his throat. Ray's breath catches again, turning into a wild arousal. It becomes ragged as saliva pools in his mouth, and a strong hand dictates his inhales and exhales.
Alan's other hand is tightly cupping his stomach, steadying him in place. His movements are measured, slow, and precise. He runs his tongue along his neck, his teeth bite into his shoulder blades. He licks and nibbles at every possible surface he can reach.
"Come here. I want to watch you," Alan turns him around with little effort. Ray lands on his back against the glass, the sudden turn making his eyes widen.
Alan squeezes himself tightly into Ray's space, lifting him gently. The boy quickly wraps his legs around his narrow waist. He wants to feel him inside him again. Snuggling even closer, almost with the entire surface of his body. He presses so tightly that their sweaty skin makes disturbing sounds.
Alan once again sees the hungry mouth waiting to be devoured. So without waiting, he immerses himself in a kiss full of desire. Ray parts his lips to give him more access. Their tongues dance in a crazy dance that has been known for centuries. Ray presses his back tightly against the glass, his body trapped between the window and Alan.
Ray feels the tip of his cock on his rim, pushing into him, stretching him. His greedy body almost swallows him, eliciting a loud gasp. As if the big thing in his ass had squeezed all the air out of his lungs with one thrust. He falls in one fluid motion, and Alan squeezes his fingers tight, holding his ass cheeks apart.
Ray loved being in this position. Full of trust, he could boldly admire Alan's strength. Every flexing muscle. Every visible sinew, against his soft, olive skin. The soft sighs grew louder as Alan sped up his rhythmic strokes.
Ray's head falls back against the window in a rapture of love, he loses himself completely in his sensations. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming and he feels complete in every possible way. Alan whispers praises into his ear, how beautiful he is, how wonderfully he takes him, how he loves his smell, his taste, his everything! And Ray can only moan as he rocks up and down on his cock.
Alan slows his pace a little. Penetrates him with long, precise strokes. Steady and rhythmic, pushing them both toward fulfillment. Loud gasps and moans cut through the silence. The sounds of naked bodies slapping together, skin on skin.
The precise blows to his prostate make Ray feel the electricity pool in his lower abdomen and flow straight to the hard cock trapped between their bodies. Alan continues the slow, steady fucking, like a machine, his cock twitching visibly inside him. Muffled groans and a falling rhythm announce that he's close. His hips stutter slightly.
Ray's eyes almost roll inside out. The steady, unhurried movement is perfect for pushing him over the edge. He sighs and tightens his grip on Alan's shoulders, nearly bruising his skin. A silent scream cuts through the air as strings of milky cum splatter between their bodies.
Alan's body is begging for release, too. Sweat runs down his back. His legs buckle from the effort. He sees tears leaking from the corners of Ray's eyes, his mouth open wide, and he feels every muscle rhythmically clench around his cock. Milking him for every drop of cum, deep inside. Devoured. Swallowed. His exhausted body can take no more, his chest contracting and expanding as his lungs try to find oxygen to propel the blood through his veins.
The weight inside him softens and slips away, leaving an emptiness he already misses. Ray unravels awkwardly from his grip. Numb legs fall to the parquet floor. Feet search uncertainly for support. Fingers tingle on the boards. A strong hand holds him tightly around the waist. The other secures him, clenching between his shoulder blades. Rivulets of cum ooze, running down between his thighs.
He feels a soothing warmth enveloping him as the blood begins to circulate properly in his limbs again. He feels the weight of Alan's head on his shoulder and the hot breath that falls heavily on his chest. Calmer and more even.
Alan finally regains his senses enough to lift his heavy head. His gaze immediately meets Ray's beautiful cat-like eyes. He brushes a few stray strands of hair from his forehead. "Hi"
Ray chuckles. He smiles warmly, as if they haven't just finished another round of wild sex. "Hi" A deep, wet kiss lands on his lips. Ray smiles into the kiss, licking the seam of his lips to let Alan in. They kiss lazily for a few more moments before their bodies start to shake from the cold and exhaustion.
They burrow into the soft, fresh-smelling sheets. Thank goodness the bed is so close to the window. Their entwined bodies fall into the soft down. Yes. Alan definitely appreciates the comfort and letting Ray choose the bed, mattress and bedding. He knows no better expert in good and comfortable sleep than his spoiled boyfriend.
He runs his hands down Ray's side. From his round shoulder, over his arm. He sinks his fingertips into the soft skin of his waist, causing a slight tickle. He traces a fancy pattern on his hip, making a few asymmetrical circles there. "You're so fucking beautiful. Perfect. Only mine!"
Ray's eyes sparkle. He will never, ever be able to get enough of the compliments that Alan throws at him. A shy blush creeps onto his cheeks and travels down his neck. He immediately buries his face in his chest and buries himself in the tight embrace.
Ray knows that all he wants is Alan. I want to lie down and sleep in his arms. Wake up to his beautiful face. Eat meals together, laugh, play and solve problems. Only with him.
Their eyelids grow heavy. Fatigue overwhelms them like morning mist descending on the fields.
Ray snuggles closer into his embrace. A long arm rests on his back, pulling him closer. Fingers draw small, asymmetrical patterns, tracing across his bare skin. "I love you."
They had all the time in the world to themselves. In their own little space. In their home. Their shared place. Where soon the joyful laughter and squeals of their daughters would echo.
"I love you too. Sleep tight my sunshine. Sweet dreams" A tender kiss lands on Ray's forehead for a few long seconds. And then they drift away tiredly into the land of dreams. Although the reality that paints their future promised to be as beautiful as the most beautiful dreams.
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The morning light is breaking through the tall windows. The first rays of the sun are beginning to laboriously peek over the horizon. Alan squints and blinks before his eyes can adjust to the light. He rubs his eyes clumsily, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
His mouth is dry, and his body feels aching and stiff. A sweet weight rests on his chest. Ray lies still, one arm draped across his chest, one leg hooked over his hip. He holds him tight, as if he's still afraid Alan will disappear when he opens his eyes.
Ray mumbles something in his sleep, pressing his cheek harder against his skin. Alan can clearly feel the smile on his lips and the warm breath that brushes his nipple. He kisses the top of his head 'good morning' and tries to free himself from the iron grip.
The lack of saliva in his mouth forces him to drink water, and his bladder signals its own human needs. Somehow, it slips out of his embrace, despite his whining. Ray is exhausted, and it's hard to blame him. Alan himself can clearly feel the discomfort in every muscle and tendon. They really went wild yesterday.
He slips out to do his morning necessities. On his way back, he grabs a glass and a bottle of water, in case Ray needs them as much as he does. He opens the door and swallows.
He looks at the bed and a strange dejavu creeps into his mind. That morning when he first came to Ray's bedroom at the mansion to wake him up. It was so recent, yet so long ago. They had experienced so many incredible things together that had brought them closer together.
The sun's rays reflect morning light on velvety skin. Hot streaks of heat make Ray squirm under the covers. Instinctively, he disentangles himself from the sheets in his sleep, seeking coolness. He rolls over, throwing the covers aside.
Alan's gaze swept over smooth, perfect skin. The perfect curve of his body fell from broad shoulders to narrow waist and beyond...
He swallowed.
Fuck!
Ray still lay with his back to him, unfazed. His round buttocks screamed at him as he curled into the sheets beneath him. Legs spread wide in a position, half on his stomach, half on his side. Oh God.
Alan felt heat creeping through his insides. Blood slowly sped through his veins, building to readiness. He looked down at his semi-hard cock and couldn't believe that after yesterday his cock still wanted anything.
But there he was. He twitched slightly in interest, his gaze returning to the delicious buttocks peeking his way. It wasn't his fault Ray was so hot. He wasn't some kind of pervert or anything, but his feet somehow found their way to the edge of the bed.
He sighed dreamily, and his hands simply moved to touch. The perfect curves fit perfectly in his palm. Firm, fleshy, hot. Made only to lie in his hand. He would like to slap it, or bite into that firm buttock, but not wanting to wake Ray, he simply allowed himself to squeeze and knead it a bit.
The boy's hips grazed slightly against the rolled-up sheets beneath him. A soft purr trembled into the pillow Ray had pulled closer. Alan immediately removed his hand, not wanting to intrude. Ray, in response, thrust his ass high into the air, seeking the contact he had lost.
Alan's hand returned to its place. That is, to his boyfriend's buttocks, because where else. He rubs the skin lightly, flexes his fingers and admires the delicate marks he leaves. Ray buries his hands under the pillow and purrs contentedly. Alan thinks he's woken him up, but his calm, measured breathing and relaxed body disabuse him of his mistake.
Ray looks sweet with his face buried in the pillow. The sun highlights the curves of his body, which resemble the dunes of a desert. He arches like a cat, seeking touch. His hips make small circles.
Alan gently spreads his cheeks, his cock far too interested in what he sees. Ray's hole, twitches slightly, brushed by the air. Red and still swollen from last night's wild night. A trickle of cum seeps from inside. And oh fuck. Alan definitely isn't strong enough for this.
The boy moans quietly into the pillows. His hips rock slightly, rubbing his penis against the sheets. Maybe it's not the best idea, but at this hour Alan definitely thinks more with his cock than his head. He puts his thumb to his lips, then moistens it abundantly with saliva. He hooks himself on the pink edge, making several circular movements.
Hips immediately snap back, seeking delicious contact. Just a tiny bit of pressure, and Alan's finger pushes through the loose rim. It's nice and warm and wet inside. Alan's cock, for sure, wants a taste of it.
He lines herself up, between his long legs, spread wide on the bed. He bends his body, kissing his arms, shoulders, neck. Ray grunts softly and groans. He fists his hands in the sheets. His body tenses slightly as Alan's cock grazes the wet rim. "Mmm..." Ray groans softly and sleepily raises his hand to Alan's head. His fingers hook into the strands at the nape of his neck.
He still doesn’t open his eyes, but his actions make it clear that he’s awake. The corner of his mouth lifts in a mischievous smile, and goosebumps appear on his body. “So naughty first thing in the morning. You wanted to fuck me while I’m sleeping?”
Ray cracks one eye open, a smile spreading across his lips. His voice is low, sleepy and raspy, with a purr of contentment. Alan looks innocently at him and shrugs. "It wasn't me. It was him!" And nods to his swollen cock.
Ray chuckles. Alan's mind goes blank for a moment as Ray reaches down to position his length inside his hole. A long groan escapes his throat as his overstimulated cock sinks into the tight, wet tunnel.
Ray twists his upper body a little. Alan gently lifts his leg, kneeling between his thighs. He stretches out in a slow motion, watching his lover's face. His muscles tense and then relax, his eyes burning with pure desire.
The sun was climbing higher, and the early morning warmth flooded the room. Alan felt sweat begin to trickle down his back, along his spine. He leaned back, sitting on his heels so that his cock plunged deep and his balls touched his cheeks.
Ray sucked in a nervous breath, biting his lower lip. Alan paused for a moment. His desire was wild, but his concern for Ray was much deeper. “It’s okay. I’ll move, please. You can move.” Alan begins to move gently and smoothly. Strong, large hands caress his thighs, his buttocks. His mouth lingers on his foot, sucking on his toes. “God Alan! You’re driving me crazy! Come here!”
Ray rolls onto his back, crossing his legs and pulling Alan down on top of him. He thighs hook over his hips, he heels dig into his buttocks, he fingernails drawing red lines down his back.
He pulls him into a dirty kiss. Their teeth clash, their tongues swirling at a frantic pace. The dirty kisses quickly turn into panting into each other's mouths as Alan picks up the pace. Ray writhes beneath him, trying to meet his hips with each thrust. He scrapes his nails along the flushed, sweaty skin of his shoulder blades. He lifts himself up a little to sink his teeth into the soft skin of his neck. He licks and sucks, another hickey to let the world know that Alan belongs only to him.
Ray cock throbs hard inside him. The man is close, but he needs more. So the boy changes their positions. With the last of his strength, he rolls onto his stomach. He feels every muscle burning like a living fire. It's a pleasant, releasing fatigue.
Ray has no strength for more. He falls limply, face down into the pillows. He lifts his ass up invitingly, because that's the peak of his abilities at the moment. He makes inviting circles with his hips, presenting himself in all his glory. Ready to be fucked. Like the most exquisite dish served on a plate, which Alan can toss, spit out and leave incoherent remains.
Alan buries himself in him again. Tight, sensitive muscle gives way to a hard length that slices through him. Ray shudders beneath him, fisting his cock and jerking in time with his urgent thrusts. Alan follows his movements. He tightens his fingers on his buttocks.
He watches his cock disappear into the tight hole and reappear and disappear. In this moment, all he wants is to fuck Ray in this position. Fuck him with his head in the pillows and his ass stuck high in the air. She thrusts into him, squeezing his hips together tightly. The bed groans beneath them, slamming hard against the wall. The litany of moans and curses that flow muffled into the pillows is like the most beautiful symphony to his ears.
Hot heat circles the pit of his stomach. It twists and surges with electric charge, tightening his testicles. Until finally, his orgasm hits him hard. Pleasure washes over him in waves, and his hips continue to rock, drawing out the last drops.
Ray screams into the pillows. His body burns. The muffled sound echoes dully throughout the room. He tenses his body, clenches harder to send him over the edge. He tightens around Alan's softening cock, making Alan double over and shake. Everything around him becomes blurry and hazy. His body trembles and loses the last of his strength.
Raw primal sensations pile up in his body. He pushes them aside so he doesn't crush his boyfriend, but he still remains buried deep inside him. Buried in that overwhelming, comfortable warmth.
Their bodies fit together like pieces of an intricate puzzle. Ray feels hot breath on the back of his neck. Sam gasps for air. His chest rises and falls. He intertwines their hands on his stomach. His hair sticks to his sweaty forehead.
He mumbles some incoherent thanks and then simply closes his eyes. Alan hugs him tighter, pulling him impossibly close. The awareness of their closeness allows them both to calm down and relax. Another short nap won't hurt anyone. They don't have to rush anywhere for now. They still have the office, the kitchen and a few areas in the spacious living room to cover. He's definitely leaving that for a later moment.