Trying to Kiss You

Brice opened the door to the dark living room, to find Dion with nothing but tube socks and a black jock strap, bare butt poked straight out towards the door. He was knelling on his knees in the couch, hands perched on the back of the couch. Brice closed the door behind him and unbuckled his pants. He took off his shoes and shirt and strode across the room to the dark body in front of him. There was a bottle of lube on the end table beside the couch, and Brice quickly slicked himself. Dion let out a gasp as Brice easily slide in and out. There were only squelching and suction sounds as their bodies rocked back and forth, in and out, enter and release. Brice quicken the rhythm as both men moaned and groaned.  

But Brice wanted more. He wanted to see the face of the man he was giving pleasure to. So he pulled out one more time and twisted Dion’s body until he was on his back. Dion immediately lifted his legs and spread his cheeks. Brice leaned onto the couch, getting a better angle and resumed his thrusts. Dion let out an audible cry and wrapped his legs around the back of Brice’s thighs. Both closed the distance between them until one man was lying on top of the other. Brice dug deeper into Dion’s body, causing him to breathe even heavier and groan louder. Brice leaned down closer to Dion’s face, inching closer in between thrusts to press their lips together. 

But Dion turned his head. Brice tried again, and this time Dion shoved him with a shake of his head. Both men stopped to stare each other, one confused, the other one adamant. Dion moved again, his body begging for release, to continue their sensual dance. Brice leaned down again and tried to connect their lips again, but Dion put up a hand. Another shake of his head. So Brice leaned away, one leg off the couch. 

Dion wrapped his legs around him again, hands on both sides of his waist. Brice frowned and resisted until the other man dropped his arms. Both men frowned at each other, the only sounds going from the TV as it displayed pale blue flashes of light from the screen. Brice leaned down again, this time his face stopping inches from Dion’s. Green eyes stared into brown as their faces inched closer. Dion breathed rapidly, his throat constricted and then released with a swallow. Brice could see fear in his eyes but he pressed forward, slowly, waiting for Dion to deny him again. 

Finally, their lips touched. The kiss was chaste, and Brice did it again, and again, each time his body closing the distance again, digging deep Dion’s body, the warm flesh enveloping around him as their thighs touched. He slipped his tongue inside Dion’s mouth and this time wasn’t denied entry. Dion grabbed the back of his head, and the tongues danced as their bodies continued to slide against each other. Brice wrapped his arms around his partner’s lithe body, the small frame felt comforting against his, the taut muscles complimenting his rather buff statue. This is what he wanted. This is what he came to accomplish. To feel this man against him in the closest way possible. To communicate what he truly meant to him. He wanted to feel what no other man had given him. He had slept with many other men, some built just like Dion, but none could move their body the way he could. None could give him pleasure and warmth the way Dion could. 

Soon, they both released their frustration, Dion in between both of their bodies, Brice deep inside the other man. They both panted, their lips barely parting from each other until Brice thrust one last time. They stayed connected as Brice slid his lips down Dion’s neck. Both of their pulses beat in sync with each other. Brice held the smaller man close to him, afraid that if he let go, he would be denied close contact again. Instead, Dion carded his fingers through his hair, a soft caress along his scalp. And soon, the two men fell asleep as orchestral music played in the background of the TV.