Finally, he comes into his own room. I’m sprawled out underneath the covers of his bed. "Found you,” he says, while slowly closing the door.

“Wasn’t hard was it?” I smirk. He pauses and looks at me. My clothes on the floor except for my underwear. I get out of his bed and walk over to him. He tries to kiss me, “No. Not yet.” I tease. I pull his shirt over his head and push him hard onto the bed. He sinks down into the mattress. I fall gracefully on the bed next to him and sink into the pillows before straddling his hips. He goes to sit up, but I push him back down.

“shawn-” I cut him off by kissing his lips. He kisses back, his hands come up to my neck and hair. I pull away. I grab his hands gently and place them back down by his sides.

“No touching,” I whisper.

“That’s not fair.” He sulks.

“Shh.” I bring my finger up to his lips and kiss him again. It’s a slow process but I want to enjoy it, but most of all, I want him to enjoy it. I stop kissing his lips and move to his jawline, neck, and collarbone. Kissing every inch, I can feel the struggle to keep his hands down. I place soft butterfly kisses down his chest and abs.

“shawn.” He whispers my name. I can hear and feel the desperation to use his hands and the willpower it's taking him not to. I sit up, still straddling him and gently take his hands a place them on my hips.

“Your turn,” I whisper into his ear and bite his earlobe. His hands instantly flip me over violently. He buries his head into my neck and his hands rove all over my body. Our breathing then becomes rough and fast.

“You’re irresistible He says while kissing my chest. His hand comes up to my bra and doesn’t attempt to undo the strap. He grabs the middle and yanks. I hear the fabric rip and gasp at what he just did. “Shh,” he says. That night wasn’t like any other nights. He took all of me this time, savoured every moment.

You are my drug. One touch and he intoxication is instant. Whatever you want to do is what we'll do and there isn't a thing I can do to stop you - not that I'd want to. Just your scent sends me into a heady trance, one that doesn't end until our bodies are still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as two souls can be.

This time I'm in control; so you be a good boy and don't move your hands. I'm gonna drive you crazy, then stop, then do it all over again until you beg me to finish this. Even then, I won't. I'm just gonna do every naughty thing to you until your mind and body explode

Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened we are ***** and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every ******, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my nipples to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first...

...He was walking in while I was walking out… the instant our eyes met, I felt that I had known him my whole life. It wasn’t lust, it wasn’t infatuation, it was a ‘connection’. Having a sense of comfort from that, I was motivated to take social risks I’d never taken before, like introducing myself to him, and looking him up in the phone book and calling him to wish him well the evening before an important event. We did go on to date for a while, but it was the first relationship for each of us When we met, we both needed someone in our lives to care about us. Each of our families were broken and more focused on old grudges than on being there for each other. Our lives had been stressful in plenty of other ways too, so we became the support system for each other that we had always wanted....

Since meeting him, I’ve realized how much mistreatment I used to excuse from people who claimed to care about me. I also learned that abuse is not inevitable. People tend to be more devoted to either helping build others up or tearing them down, bit by bit. him who builds me up. His support has let me rebuild my life bit by bit and even drawn more and better friends into our lives than I ever had before, because good people want to be around good people. "ah mm" can you go slower

squelch " ah...here" "stop hmm!" *push*

"I put it in no" ????what wait *thus

"n,not yet" ..ngh. h, hunts

*push* *squelch* "feel good"First i feel pressure and then it feels warmer and warmer as the ***** goes back and forth. I mainly feel fullness and warmth I want more and more and more harder and deeper. With the door closed every pretence falls. The facade we show the world melts away and all we want is to **** each other's brains out. Every kiss has a raw intensity - breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened we are ***** and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every ******, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. He tells me he's going to make me beg for it and I just let out a moan, unable to articulate a response. In seconds he's on me again, fucking me harder, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. If it's begging he wants, he's gonna have to stop long enough for my brain to start working again first...