Page 45 of Sweet Thing

Even though there was a man on his back, Bastian’s body felt light as a feather. The surface of his skin hummed with sensation.

Sim drew back and then broke the rules again, kissing along the line of text across Bastian’s shoulders—something he hoped to do a hundred-thousand times.

“Turn over when you’re ready, and I’ll do your chest”, Sim cooed softly into his lover’s ear. Simeon slid off and removed the pillow that he’d nailed to Bastian’s ass with his hard dick.

Bastian’s limbs were as limp as spaghetti. He growled and laughed as he forced his body to turn over and flop back down on the bed, his arms laid out in cruciform.

“Can we do this again? I feel drunk. You sure that was just grape juice?” he mumbled languorously, as his head lolled to the left, eyes searching for Simeon.

Simeon was laying on his side, his head propped on his hand. His eyes met Bastian’s, and he reached out to smooth away the tears that he had missed. Sim glanced down at Bastian’s covered crotch; he wasn’t hard, but from the size of the flaccid bulge Sim knew that when he did make Bastian hard, there would be more than a mouthful to play with. His own cock left a wet patch from leaking precum against his sheer boxer shorts and his balls throbbed, aching to spill their load. He was torn for a moment between his own need for release and the needs of the man staring at him so adoringly, wearing a crooked, affectionate smile. Sim let his hand snake to his pants; he grabbed his cock through the fabric and squeezed just below the glans to try to make it go soft.

“Too much temptation for you?” Bastian snickered sleepily.

“It’s taking everything not to piledrive you through the wall,” Simeon admitted. He reached out and, watched the reaction of his words register on Bastian’s face. He let his fingers slowly trail from bearded cheek to throat, chest, ribs, and trim muscled hip.

Bast closed his eyes and stifled another sob at the sweetness of the caress, then opened his eyes and challenged Simeon to meet him as Sim’s hand traveled lower.

“Your body’s extraordinary,” Sim purred “I like how hard it feels—your chest that is…” He added with a smirk. “It’s killing me not being able to kiss you”, Sim conceded.

“You know I want to give you pleasure too, Simeon,” Bastian said suddenly feeling a tinge of that same old fear of failure coming back. He still doubted he would be able to get hard and give Simeon what he so clearly wanted.

“But you are giving me pleasure. This is doing strange things for me. Good things”, Simeon admitted, reaching for the bottle of oil. He pushed the pillow over Bastian’s crotch and straddled him again, smiling triumphantly down at his mount.

Bastian ran his hands up Simeon’s thighs. Facing forward and being able to make and hold eye contact was electrifying. “Tell me!” Bastian ordered. Sim leaned forward, so they were chest to chest. He tenderly brushed strands of blond hair aside so he could cup his lover's face.

“Part of me wants to fuck your brains out just like in the dream you told me about. And part of me just wants to lay down on your body, feel your heart beating against my chest, and let you hold me. The feeling inside is weird, heavy and light—emotional—Gaah’d, I sound like going I’m nuts!” Sim said, exasperated.

Bastian snorted a laugh at the confused explanation. He was feeling just as tangled as Simeon.

Sim sat up, poured some oil in his palm, and rubbed his hand together. The snick-snick sound of his oiled hands made him giggle.

Bastian’s belly was hard as a rock and heat radiated from his skin. Simeon laid his hands there, and waited for a moment. He closed his eyes and just felt the heat, the power, and the strength that lay at the core of the man. He pushed forward, sweeping his hands up Bastian’s chest and then opened his eyes to see the awe in Bastian’s face as he watched him. Sim’s fingers slid over ridges of packed muscle. Emily didn’t know what the hell she was talking about—how could he forget he had a dick when this hard slab of a man beneath him was melting at his touch.

“Gott Sim…” Bastian groaned throatily at seeing the younger man’s eyes wide and nearly black with desire. Simeon stuck his ass suggestively in the air, bowed his spine, and rubbed the length of his oiled chest over the older man’s. It was an incredibly sexy move. Bastian’s hips bucked up involuntarily on contact. He groaned as if in pain and felt the heady rush of blood to his cock. A cry of passion tore from his chest, and his arms rose and enveloped Simeon in a tight hug.

Simeon’s head was nestled in the crook of Bastian’s neck and shoulder, nuzzling and breathing against his throat. His arms snuck beneath Bast to return the hug. Sim’s heart thudded, swelled, and flipped at hearing the emotional sounds from his lover. Simeon allowed himself to be held safely against a rock hard chest and he didn’t want to move. What he was feeling went beyond lust and he longed to stay pressed to the thundering heartbeat below him.

Simeon let out a sob, overwhelmed at last by the intimacy. So this was what Pieter had been talking about. This was the something more.

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