Theirs

This I believe, was one of my very first descriptive smut pieces. I had written others, but they were not this yummy.

Enjoy.

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-=Theirs=-

He moaned, loudly; the first of more strangled and hitched in his throat. Every new trust made another escape his lips, the sound so incredibly intoxicating, laced with heavy breaths and groans, low and husky.

Nothing around them existed except for their moment, and they both willed it to go on and never end. Bliss was hard to grasp and obtain but its road was the best pleasure, sensual and slow, so very, very slow. There was no need to rush; they had all the time in the world.

Again, he moaned, his noises of lust used as fuel, stimulating the experience. His body commenced a rhythm, rocking with the flow created by their longing as his eyes began to flutter; the darkness of his void of desires subdued by the light. Yet, as another surge of white lightening raced through his body, they squeezed shut tightly, his muscles tensing up inside.

That earned a groan, deep, and long causing the next of movements to be rougher, much to his utter delight. His back arched; a warm hand then trailed down the curving. More shivers brought forth a gasp. Their bruised lips connected and sweaty bodies pressed together.

The kiss was intense, tongues desperately craving the heat in the hot caverns of their meshing. They fought for dominance, still receiving the immense waves of ecstasy, and clouded their minds, smothering everything but their yearning.

He could feel it approaching, his climax so close and agonizing. Every second felt like the best eternity of his lifetime. It was excruciating yet, it felt like a combination of mixed thrills that were indescribable, an oasis of hot and steamy sin.

His breathing was shallow, his face was flushed, and mouth left agape from the sensations and the erotic friction that became almost unbearable.

‘’Boris…’’ His lover’s name slipped past his swollen red lips.

The response was another brushing over the same sensitive spot. It as a constant repetition and he increased the speed, sending them down into a downward spiral of frenzied lust.

He felt his release nearing from the soft hand still stroking over the throbbing erection between his legs. He trembled. His hands glided over the wet and tender flesh of Boris’s shoulders, gripping them as he writhed and his face, covered with his damp fallen locks, nestled into his neck.

His back arched more as he his nails dug into the skin of hips, hearing his name moaned out hoarsely. It was heaven ringing in his ears.

‘’Yuriy…’’

He felt warmer, refraining his thrusts, indulging in the delicate fingers rubbing against him until his seed was spilled amid their bodies.

They held each other, eyes finally opening as their gazes glazed over, crossed paths; the glint in them from their satisfaction.

Words were useless; their actions spoke louder than any syllables ever possibly could. Instead, they kissed chastely; separating their joining as Yuriy gently lifted himself from Boris’s lap. Boris laid down, turning his head to Yuriy, who smiled at him, accepting the silent invitation and slid beneath the blankets, before snuggling up together.

-=EndE=-