Morning Warm-up (Jeff)
Sunlight filtered through the thin curtains of Jonas's studio, casting a golden glow across the rumpled sheets of the fold-out couch. I stirred slowly, my body heavy with the kind of satisfied exhaustion that came from a night of deep, uninterrupted sleep after hours of intense sex. My muscles ached in all the right places: thighs from riding him, abs from the tension of holding back, lips swollen from kisses that had turned bruising. The air smelled like us—sweat, cum, and the faint citrus of his shampoo. I blinked against the light, turning my head to find him still asleep beside me, naked and sprawled on his back, one arm thrown over his head.
The morning sun painted his body like a masterpiece. His blond hair was tousled, catching the rays in a halo, while his scruffy jaw cast a soft shadow down his neck. His chest rose and fell with steady breaths, the lean muscles of his pecs defined but not bulky, dusted with that fine blond hair that trailed down to his navel and lower. His skin was pale in places the sun hadn't touched during ski season, but flushed pink where the sheets had rubbed. My eyes traced lower: his cock lay soft against his thigh, nestled in a neat patch of blond curls, balls relaxed and heavy below. His legs stretched long, feet peeking from under the tangled blanket, toes slightly curled in sleep. He looked vulnerable, beautiful, and utterly fuckable.
A surge of horniness hit me hard, unexpected in the quiet morning. We'd fucked twice more after the couch last night... once with me on top again, then slow and lazy on our sides before passing out. But seeing him like this, bathed in sunlight, stirred something primal. I wanted to worship him, taste every inch, wake him with my mouth and hands until he was begging. My own cock hardened under the sheets, thick and insistent, as I shifted closer.
I started at his neck, leaning in to press soft kisses along the column of his throat. His skin was warm, tasting faintly of salt from last night's sweat. I licked a slow line up to his earlobe, sucking it gently between my lips. Jonas stirred, a low hum escaping him, but his eyes stayed closed. Emboldened, I moved lower, kissing across his collarbone, then down to his chest. My tongue flicked over one nipple, circling the small, pink bud until it hardened under my attention. He arched slightly, breath quickening.
"Mmm... Jeff?" His voice was sleepy, rough with morning gravel.
"Shh," I whispered against his skin. "Let me."
I continued my descent, lips and tongue mapping every ridge and dip. I licked along the faint lines of his abs, tracing the subtle definition earned from bouldering and skiing. The blond treasure trail tickled my chin as I nuzzled lower, inhaling his musky scent: clean soap mixed with the remnants of our sex. His cock twitched, starting to fill as I kissed the base, then licked up the underside in one long, slow stroke.
Jonas groaned, eyes fluttering open now, blue irises dark with awakening lust. "Fuck... good morning to you too."
I smiled up at him, hand wrapping around his shaft to stroke gently. It hardened in my grip, lengthening to its full, slender glory: pink head emerging from the foreskin, a bead of precum already forming at the slit. But I wasn't done exploring. I kissed lower, over his balls, sucking one into my mouth gently, tongue laving the smooth skin. He hissed, hips lifting off the bed. Then I moved on, lips trailing down his inner thigh, kissing the sensitive spot behind his knee, then along his calf.
"Jeff... what are you..."
"Admiring you," I murmured, voice muffled against his skin. "Every inch."
I reached his foot, lifting it slightly to kiss the arch. His toes flexed, and I took one into my mouth, sucking lightly, tongue swirling around the pad. Jonas moaned, surprised but clearly turned on, his cock jumping against his stomach. I worked each toe the same way... licking between them, sucking them like mini cocks, the sunlight warming his skin as I went. It was intimate, filthy, and it made my own erection ache with need. His body was a feast, every part responsive, every lick drawing out soft gasps and curses.
By the time I finished his other foot, Jonas was fully hard, cock leaking steadily onto his abs. "Please... suck me," he begged, voice strained.
I crawled back up, settling between his legs. "With pleasure."
I took him into my mouth slow, savoring the taste: salty skin, the tang of precum. My lips stretched around his girth, tongue pressing flat against the underside as I sank down. He filled my mouth perfectly, head nudging the back of my throat. I bobbed gently at first, hollowing my cheeks for suction, one hand stroking the base while the other cupped his balls, rolling them in my palm.
"Fuck, Jeff... your mouth is heaven," he groaned, fingers threading into my hair, guiding but not forcing. "So wet... so good."
I hummed around him, the vibration making him buck. Spit slicked him, dripping down to his taint. I pulled off to lick along the veins, tracing every ridge, then sucked the head like a lollipop, tongue flicking the slit to lap up more precum. He tasted amazing: clean, masculine, addictive. I deep-throated him again, gagging slightly but pushing through, nose buried in his blond curls.
"Yes... take it all," he panted, hips thrusting shallowly. "Gonna make me come if you keep that up."
I pulled back with a wet pop, stroking him slick and fast. "Not yet. I want you inside me."
His eyes blazed. "Ride me, then."
I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, slicking his cock generously, then my hole. Straddling his hips, I positioned him at my entrance, sinking down slow. The stretch burned deliciously. His length filling me inch by inch, until my ass rested against his balls.
We both moaned at the connection. "So tight," he whispered, hands on my thighs.
I started riding him slow at first, rolling my hips in circles, feeling him drag against my prostate. The sunlight warmed my back, casting shadows across his face as I moved. Then I picked up pace, lifting and slamming down harder, the slap of skin echoing in the small studio.
"Fuck... Jonas... feel so good inside me," I groaned loud, voice bouncing off the walls. No Marco to hear here. Just us, raw and unrestrained.
He thrust up to meet me, hands gripping my ass, spreading me wider. "Ride me harder. Use my cock."
I did, bouncing wildly now, moans turning to shouts. My cock slapped against his stomach with each downstroke, leaking steadily. The pleasure built fast. His shaft hitting deep, stretching me perfectly. Sweat slicked our bodies, sunlight making us glisten.
"Close," I panted. "Gonna come all over you."
"Do it," he urged, eyes locked on mine. "Cover me."
I wrapped a hand around my cock, jerking fast and rough... twisting at the head, thumb rubbing the slit. The dual sensation, him inside me, my fist on me, pushed me over. I came with a roar, back arching, load shooting in huge, thick ropes across his chest. The first spurt hit his pecs, splattering white against the blond hair; the next reached higher, landing on his neck; and the last, powerful arc striped his face... across his cheek and lips.
"Fuck... yes," he groaned, tongue darting out to taste it.
I collapsed forward, still clenching around him, kissing him deep and messy, sharing the salty flavor. We lay tangled, breaths syncing, sunlight warming our spent bodies.
"Best warm-up ever. Let's hit the slopes, Coach!"
... To be continued
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