Love Is Always Write Volume 4

without losing tongue contact.
    Owen was tugging at Chase's shirt. They backed off, so Chase could pull his shirt over his head. Owen put his arms around Chase's neck and jumped up. Chase held onto his ass. Owen wrapped his legs around his waist.
    He carried him through the apartment and down a hallway. A few ambient lights were on, but Owen wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings. Chase opened a door, and they went in. The door closed, and Owen looked around. There was a huge platform bed covered in deep red. Chase lowered Owen to his feet.
    Chase ran a finger over Owen's collar bone and his tattoo. "I love this," he said. "Ars Longa, Vita Brevis." He read the quote out loud and then translated it. "Art is long, life is short."
    "It was my farewell to New York tattoo," Owen said.
    "The script is beautiful." Chase ran his finger over it again. "Did you design it?"
    Owen nodded. He couldn't think while Chase was trailing his fingers up his neck and into his hair. "I want you," Owen finally said turning his head to rest in Chase's large hand.
    Chase kissed his forehead, and his hand slid down Owen's arms to his hip. Chase's fingers lingered along the top of Owen's jeans, he undid the belt buckle. Owen closed his eyes, listening to the sounds. Owen opened his eyes, and Chase unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs. Chase dropped down to his knees. He helped Owen slip his shoes off and step out of his jeans. Owen looked down. Chase kissed his straining erection. Owen let out a moan.
    Chase pushed him back onto the bed. He undid his own belt and took his shoes off. Owen watched as Chase slid his jeans and briefs down his thighs and let them fall to the floor. He was completely naked. His uncut cock stood straight and perfect. He had inherited a very generous endowment.
    "You're stunning," Owen said.
    "Your turn," Chase pointed at Owen's briefs.
    Owen hitched his thumb under the band and slowly lowered them. Chase groaned as Owen pushed them further down. Chase jumped on the bed, yanked the briefs down Owen's legs, and tossed them to the floor.
    "Beautiful," Chase kissed the tip of Owen's cock. He flicked his tongue over the head.
    "Yes," Owen exhaled, arching his hips off the bed.
    Chase sat up and positioned himself between Owen's legs. He leaned down and took the entire length into his mouth. He came up swirling his tongue around the tip. Then he slid his hand under Owen's sac and lifted; his mouth went down again. Owen's cock was in some kind of heaven. He was positive this was where all cocks must go when they die.
    "Oh, fuck," Owen said.
    Chase lifted his head and laughed. "Soon." He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and some condoms. His mouth quickly returned to its ministrations. Owen tried to keep still, but he couldn't. Chase pressed a hand on Owen's stomach. Owen relaxed only to have his eyes pop open again as Chase deep throated him.
    Owen heard the cap of the lube pop open. He relaxed and bent his knees. Chase slid his fingers slowly into Owen's hole. He continued to swirl his tongue up down the length of Owen's cock as he pumped his fingers in and out of Owen's ass.
    "Now," Owen grabbed Chase's head and pulled him off his cock. "Fuck me, now."
    Chase tore open a condom and slipped it on. He sat up and lifted Owen's legs over his shoulders. He put an arm on the bed. Owen watched the expression on Chase's face as he slid inside, ever so slowly. Owen relaxed, and Chase slid all the way in. "Yes," Owen said, as he lifted his hips.
    Chase smiled as he looked down. "You feel better than I ever imagined."
    Owen pushed his hips up again, and Chase didn't waste any time. He drew back and pushed in slowly, letting Owen's muscles adjust. Then he picked up the pace. He slammed Owen hard against the bed. They were kissing and biting as Chase pounded and Owen responded.
    Owen was noisier than he'd ever remembered. Chase wrapped a hand around Owen's cock and started pumping with each thrust. Owen put his hand over Chase's. He arched his back. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck," he said.
    Chase said, "Come with me."
    Owen exploded, and Chase yelled. He slowed his pace and stopped, before he carefully pulled out. They laid there unmoving for a few minutes. Owen heard Chase pull the condom off and toss it into a trash can near the bed.
    Owen was trying to catch his breath, when Chase laughed and said, "We have to do this a lot."
    "Did you just add something infinite to the list?" Owen turned his