IslandAffair

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could easily develop a foot fetish in the next few minutes if Robin would only
move another inch. Shutting his eyes briefly, John gathered the ragged threads
of his control and shook his head.
    “You first.”
    Robin frowned at him and withdrew his foot and he thought he
had blown it. He opened his mouth to take it back. Tell Rob he would do
whatever he asked as long as he let him inside his body. But Robin’s hands
moved to his jeans and he began to slowly unfasten them. John almost whimpered
when the material parted to reveal white briefs. The tight fabric did nothing
to conceal the hard shaft pushing against it.
    After a few seconds hesitation, Robin trailed his fingers
back up the smooth skin of his abdomen. Watching John carefully, he caressed
his nipples, stimulating them, then rolled the hard peaks between his
fingertips.
    “Your turn.”
    Almost against his will John’s hand went to his balls to cup
the sensitive flesh, to roll and massage gently. He parted his legs and stroked
the skin behind with a featherlight touch that sent a hard tremor through his
body. Robin stared at him with rapt attention as John grasped his cock,
smoothing his thumb over the head. Spreading glistening pre-cum over the
dark-red flesh. Rob looked like every fantasy he’d ever had, a centerfold
spread come to life. A hectic flush of arousal colored the other man’s
cheekbones and he ran the tip of his tongue along his lips.
    John groaned, imagining those moist lips parting over him
and slowly pumped his fist from root to tip. Once…twice…three times. He gritted
his teeth against the need to come, his knees shook. Robin’s chest rose and
fell in agitated breaths, his hand drifted toward his own arousal.
    “Enough!” John growled. “No more games, leannan . I
hope you meant it when you said you wanted to be fucked.” He crawled onto the
bed, following Robin as he retreated against the cane headboard. With a low
growl he claimed Robin’s mouth, plunging his tongue into its warm depths.
Nearly blind with the need to be inside him, he tore the jeans and cotton
briefs down and off. Grasping Robin’s cock, he gave it two hard strokes causing
the other man’s hips to thrust off the bed. John let go, his fingers straying
down to cup Rob’s sac before trailing lightly over his perineum and the
entrance to his body.
    “Wait,” Robin growled against his lips.
    John froze, shaking, and pulled back enough to look into his
eyes. “Ahh, jeezus. Have you ever seen a grown man weep?” Rob laughed
breathlessly and fumbled one-handedly on the bedside cabinet, uncaring when the
bedside lamp crashed to the floor. With a triumphant cry, he grasped a condom
and a tube of lubricant.
    Relief flooded him. John laid his forehead on Rob’s in
silent apology and took them from him, smoothing the latex sheath on with quick
strokes.
    “Come inside me, John.”
    John popped the cap on the tube and coated his fingers and
cock in the slick liquid. He nudged Robin’s legs apart and knelt between his
raised knees, leaning forward to kiss him again. His heart pounded at the trust
shining in the man’s eyes as John’s fingers once again smoothed over his hole.
Robin moaned and sucked his tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth as John’s
finger slipped past the taut ring of muscle. Moving slowly, he waited ‘til the
muscles loosened a little then added another finger, then a third, probing
gently until he located Robin’s prostate. Robin cried out, hands clutching at
John’s shoulders, eyes tightly closed as he fought not to come.
    John’s cock throbbed. “Are you ready?”
    “Yes, god, yes. Do it,” Robin hissed. “I want your dick
inside me when I come.”
    John eased his fingers free and worked the head of his cock
into the warm clasp of Robin’s body, teeth gritted against the tight fit.
    “God, you feel so good, Rob!”
    John forced himself to move slowly, rocking, impaling Robin
an inch at a time until his full length was inside him. Rob wrapped his legs around
John’s thighs and his internal muscles tightened around him, making John’s head
spin. He pulled out almost all the way and thrust back inside, wringing a moan
from them both. John buried his face in his lover’s neck.
    “Again,” Robin ground out.
    John reached between them, gripping Robin’s cock, stroking
it in rhythm with their bodies. Spreading the sticky wetness of pre-cum down
the length of his shaft. Slowly and then with increasing urgency the