The scene here was like every post-coital movie scene, with the two lovers’ erratic breathing, silhouettes outlined by the thin glow of the moon and, in the background, California’s street lights splayed out like dying stars. In here, Cecil played the role of lovestruck man with eyes as big as saucers and hands trembling as they rubbed his beloved’s back, only he wasn’t playing a role, and Klaus was devastatingly beautiful. “I love you,” he said at the end of an imaginary tempo, kissing Klaus’ nose.
He reached down to grab handfuls of Klaus’ ass, grinding their hips together. Romantic.
Lack of space proved to be a challenge. He wanted to switch their positions and ravage Klaus as much as he could, hands, lips and tongue on every little part of him soaking up his wonderful, addictive obsession like sunshine, but it was beginning to get cramped in here. The shift gear was poking uncomfortably at his leg and he had to bend in a lot of ways to make sense of their ridiculous position.
“All right, hot stuff, we should…” Cecil groaned and grabbed Klaus by the ass to pull him on his lap proper. He licked a stripe down the side of his neck and sucked on a spot. His. He pressed his face on the crook of his neck and laughed, feeling him up in every possible way he could and ground against his ass. “Ha! God! I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to get muscular atrophy.”
Eventually, and begrudgingly, they were on their proper seats. Cecil kissed him a few more times before he finally drove the car out of the parking lot and drove straight to his hotel, speeding and ignoring irrelevant stop lights. He didn’t even bother looking at Klaus and touching him when he usually would. He wanted him too much for games. Him naked and under him was his first priority.
The hotel was five stars, absolutely grand and, best of all, sneaky paparazzi wouldn’t be able to climb the gates. He gave his keys to a valet before leading Klaus inside. Once they passed through the lobby, he turned to him, picked him up by the waist, and wrapped Klaus’ legs around him, laughing and carrying him to the room, sliding the key card and opening the door in one fluid motion. He swiped the contents of the dresser counter to the floor and sat Klaus there, making quick work of both of their clothes. He wanted everything off and feel Klaus, skin to soft, heated skin.
He paused to look him over, nothing but adoration in his eyes. He cupped his face. “Beautiful. You take my breath away.” He raised his legs up, small kisses to his heels, and pressed his ankles together. He held them tight against his shoulder with his free hand, lubricated himself with spit, and started to fuck him between the thighs.
He reached down to grab handfuls of Klaus’ ass, grinding their hips together. Romantic.
Lack of space proved to be a challenge. He wanted to switch their positions and ravage Klaus as much as he could, hands, lips and tongue on every little part of him soaking up his wonderful, addictive obsession like sunshine, but it was beginning to get cramped in here. The shift gear was poking uncomfortably at his leg and he had to bend in a lot of ways to make sense of their ridiculous position.
“All right, hot stuff, we should…” Cecil groaned and grabbed Klaus by the ass to pull him on his lap proper. He licked a stripe down the side of his neck and sucked on a spot. His. He pressed his face on the crook of his neck and laughed, feeling him up in every possible way he could and ground against his ass. “Ha! God! I want to fuck you, but I don’t want to get muscular atrophy.”
Eventually, and begrudgingly, they were on their proper seats. Cecil kissed him a few more times before he finally drove the car out of the parking lot and drove straight to his hotel, speeding and ignoring irrelevant stop lights. He didn’t even bother looking at Klaus and touching him when he usually would. He wanted him too much for games. Him naked and under him was his first priority.
The hotel was five stars, absolutely grand and, best of all, sneaky paparazzi wouldn’t be able to climb the gates. He gave his keys to a valet before leading Klaus inside. Once they passed through the lobby, he turned to him, picked him up by the waist, and wrapped Klaus’ legs around him, laughing and carrying him to the room, sliding the key card and opening the door in one fluid motion. He swiped the contents of the dresser counter to the floor and sat Klaus there, making quick work of both of their clothes. He wanted everything off and feel Klaus, skin to soft, heated skin.
He paused to look him over, nothing but adoration in his eyes. He cupped his face. “Beautiful. You take my breath away.” He raised his legs up, small kisses to his heels, and pressed his ankles together. He held them tight against his shoulder with his free hand, lubricated himself with spit, and started to fuck him between the thighs.
