20. Dennis #2
Dennis shuddered. It had been…ages since he was touched by someone else. “Yes,” he managed to breathe, and he wasn’t sure whether he was agreeing to the touch or to being called mate.
Another brush over his nipple, and then Bjorn leaned forward and pressed their mouths together in a kiss that started off hot and wet and only got more so as it went.
Dennis allowed himself to be bowled over backward onto the couch, taking a moment to be glad for the sheer size of the piece of furniture.
It wouldn’t have been sexy to conk his head on the couch’s arm.
Bjorn’s hand slid down Dennis’s side, the touch light and reverent, until it reached the waist of his jeans.
Then Bjorn’s fingers drifted around to the fly of the pants, and he toyed idly with the top button.
He was clearly waiting for the go-ahead, and Dennis was totally on board with this.
He reached down, gave Bjorn’s hand a squeeze, and popped his own button, leaving the zipper for Bjorn to handle.
Bjorn did it carefully, obviously not wanting to snag anything that shouldn’t be snagged in the process, but eventually Dennis’s cotton-covered cock was protruding through the fly, leaving a damp spot on the front of his briefs.
For fuck’s sake, he thought to himself, you’ve hardly touched each other and you’re acting like you’re about to blow. Get it together!
“Ok?” Bjorn murmured into his mouth, flicking his thumb over the top of Dennis’s cock. The slight abrasiveness of the cotton against his sensitive skin made him moan.
“So ok,” he managed to reply before another moan overtook him.
Dennis needed to take some control here, or Bjorn would have him shooting in five seconds flat and he’d never be able to look the man in the eye again.
“But…” He lifted his hand, which had been lying limply beside him on the couch, and delicately traced the contours of Bjorn’s face, from his forehead to his chin. “You’re so beautiful.”
That earned him a deeper kiss, Bjorn groaning through it.
Dennis smoothed his hand down to Bjorn’s shoulder, then down his back, until he was cupping the larger man’s ass.
Mmm, high and tight. He could feel the coarse hairs that were speckled over it rubbing between his fingers and somehow, even that was hot.
He dipped a finger just the tiniest bit into Bjorn’s crack, testing to see what the reaction would be, and earned himself a prolonged moan. Oh, nice.
But they weren’t doing ass play tonight, he reminded himself, and forced himself to pull his hand away from Bjorn’s behind.
Instead, he wormed it between them to palm that hot cock, which was at full mast now.
Bjorn’s cock was sizable whether soft or hard, but hard like it was, it was truly impressive.
Dennis took a moment to imagine that cock fucking him deep and shuddered in tandem with Bjorn, who was reacting to his hand tightening.
“Fuuuuck,” Bjorn hissed against Dennis’s lips. “More. No, wait.”
Worried he’d done something wrong, Dennis froze, but Bjorn just used the opportunity to bend slightly and drag Dennis’s pants and briefs down to his ankles. With a chuff of a laugh, Dennis kicked them off. “Could’ve just told me to take them off,” he pointed out teasingly.
“But then I wouldn’t get the fun of ripping them off you!
” Bjorn protested, all wide-eyed innocence.
“Now, where were we?” Before Dennis could answer, Bjorn was wrapping his hand around Dennis’s dick and giving it a stroke.
“Hm, a bit dry,” he mused, and lifted his hand to his face to lick his palm.
Dennis squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to not be overwhelmed by the sensuality of the gesture.
Then Bjorn’s hand descended again and now he was putting that effort into not coming all over his mate right this second.
In retaliation, he palmed Bjorn’s cock again and dipped his forefinger into the precum that was already leaking out of Bjorn’s foreskin.
He lifted his hand to his face to taste the liquid, lapping at it with his tongue. “Mmm.” He smiled. “You’re tasty.”
Bjorn growled – flat-out growled – and pounced, pushing Dennis back down and forcing his knee between Dennis’s legs until it pressed lightly against Dennis’s balls.
They both moaned. Bjorn pulled his hand away from Dennis’s cock again and Dennis resisted the urge to whine.
He was glad he had when Bjorn just licked his palm again and then used it to line their cocks up together in his slick hand.
“Oh, fuck,” Dennis gasped, arching into the touch.
“Mmm.” Bjorn nipped at his lip, then plunged his tongue into his mouth for a deep exploration.
That hand continued inexorably to move, spreading their precum and Bjorn’s saliva over their lengths, pausing every now and then to give a twist to the heads of their cocks.
Dennis found himself rocking up into Bjorn’s grip and into his warm, hard body.
Bjorn’s chest hair teased at Dennis’s nipples; his large feet flexed against the bottom of Dennis’s.
“Gonna…” Bjorn gasped breathlessly. “Soon.”
Dennis moaned an agreement. “Oh god, yes.” He humped up harder, pressing every inch of himself that he could to his mate.
He could feel the moment Bjorn’s dick grew granite-hard, and his hardened in response as Bjorn’s began to pulse against him, wet heat spreading between their bodies.
It was a matter of seconds before Dennis was adding to the mess, both of them shuddering deeply through their orgasms.
Bjorn dropped his head to Dennis’s shoulder and heaved out a breath. “Holy shit.” The words came out choppy.
Dennis grinned at nothing and patted Bjorn’s shoulder. He was…happy? Yeah, he was downright happy. Wow, who knew? “Agreed, big guy. Holy shit.” If all sex between them was going to be like that, maybe Dennis should bond with him and lock the guy down as soon as possible. Because…damn.
Just, damn.