[There is something different about this warmth. As his heated tongue tangles with Eiden's, the warmth that is trapped between their mouths seems to spread and settle in his very veins. More. He wanted more of this impossible heat that threatened to envelop him whole. His heart hammers its declaration of anticipation as his head begins to swim.
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Baptiste groans into a kiss of tongue and teeth - Eiden's ravenous tongue stoking an impassioned fit. Eiden's spit is hot and sweet in his mouth. It compliments the smoked citrus in Baptiste's mouth to such a degree that the man yearns. Baptiste's lips, tongue sweep into Eiden's mouth in impassioned fit to indulge. His tongue presses over teeth in a playful plea for more-
Yet Eiden pulls back. A thread of drool connects bruised lips before snapping in the cooling air between them. Baptiste stares at Eiden, as if starstruck.]
Fuck...
[He pants. The older man shivers despite himself, as a cool breeze cuts through the air. The beads of sweat that had formed upon his flesh only amplify the sensation. Yet this cooling relief cannot quench the firebreather's desire for warmth. Eiden grasps at his has ass and he can't help but meet the grip with a coy wiggle of his hips.
His grin cuts through the cloudiness that has settled in his mind. A cock of his head as he looks down at Eiden with that 'impressive' comment. As if he were in full control, despite the warming oil and cooling sweat on his flesh tugging at his composure. Each one seemed to inch him closer to falling prey to the carnal pleasure that would surely bring him every bit of heat he could want.
The man fights his losing battle with impatience by meeting that kiss with intense fervor. His tongue sweeps over Eiden's, rolling over it before pulling it into his mouth to suck at the tip. He presses a teasing kiss to teeth whenever there is a breathless pause, coaxing for the young man to indulge with him. His insatiable tongue then dips back into Eiden's mouth, eyes rolling when he is rewarded by the heat found there. More. His nerves demand in the rhythm of his tongue's caress.
He shudders a sigh into their kiss before it is his turn to pull from the kiss.]
You've got quite the intoxicating taste to you, don't you?
[He leans forward to purr this sentiment into Eiden's ear. His hips follow Eiden's luring motion. The promise of that hardened cock sends a lurch into his own gut. His own tented swim bottoms a testament to just how 'promising' this show was.
Baptiste pulls himself back up. He takes one oil-slicked hand to Eiden's chest - pinching at one of his nipples just as his other oil-slicked hand moves backward to pull down at Eiden's skimpy swimwear. Just enough to free Eiden's cock and allow his oiled hand to grasp at the shaft. His fingers slide upward, coaxing that length to meet with the cleft of his ass as he grinds backward. His back arches - as if the man performed not just for Eiden, but for any onlooker's wandering gaze were it to find its way.]
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Baptiste groans into a kiss of tongue and teeth - Eiden's ravenous tongue stoking an impassioned fit. Eiden's spit is hot and sweet in his mouth. It compliments the smoked citrus in Baptiste's mouth to such a degree that the man yearns.
Baptiste's lips, tongue sweep into Eiden's mouth in impassioned fit to indulge. His tongue presses over teeth in a playful plea for more-
Yet Eiden pulls back. A thread of drool connects bruised lips before snapping in the cooling air between them. Baptiste stares at Eiden, as if starstruck.]
Fuck...
[He pants. The older man shivers despite himself, as a cool breeze cuts through the air. The beads of sweat that had formed upon his flesh only amplify the sensation. Yet this cooling relief cannot quench the firebreather's desire for warmth. Eiden grasps at his has ass and he can't help but meet the grip with a coy wiggle of his hips.
His grin cuts through the cloudiness that has settled in his mind. A cock of his head as he looks down at Eiden with that 'impressive' comment. As if he were in full control, despite the warming oil and cooling sweat on his flesh tugging at his composure. Each one seemed to inch him closer to falling prey to the carnal pleasure that would surely bring him every bit of heat he could want.
The man fights his losing battle with impatience by meeting that kiss with intense fervor. His tongue sweeps over Eiden's, rolling over it before pulling it into his mouth to suck at the tip. He presses a teasing kiss to teeth whenever there is a breathless pause, coaxing for the young man to indulge with him. His insatiable tongue then dips back into Eiden's mouth, eyes rolling when he is rewarded by the heat found there. More. His nerves demand in the rhythm of his tongue's caress.
He shudders a sigh into their kiss before it is his turn to pull from the kiss.]
You've got quite the intoxicating taste to you, don't you?
[He leans forward to purr this sentiment into Eiden's ear. His hips follow Eiden's luring motion. The promise of that hardened cock sends a lurch into his own gut. His own tented swim bottoms a testament to just how 'promising' this show was.
Baptiste pulls himself back up. He takes one oil-slicked hand to Eiden's chest - pinching at one of his nipples just as his other oil-slicked hand moves backward to pull down at Eiden's skimpy swimwear. Just enough to free Eiden's cock and allow his oiled hand to grasp at the shaft. His fingers slide upward, coaxing that length to meet with the cleft of his ass as he grinds backward. His back arches - as if the man performed not just for Eiden, but for any onlooker's wandering gaze were it to find its way.]