The challenge was to write some man on man erotica that, while kinky, was gentle, romantic, and not at all 'forced.' So kind of a departure for me. But I still hope you like it.
Hearts and Underwear
There was a tie on the door knob when Cameron got home. It was the one he'd gotten Tim for their last anniversary, and it made him smile. He opened the door and stepped in, onto the rose petals. They weren't all over the apartment; just in front of the door. Easier to clean up that way.
There was gentle jazz playing in the
bedroom, and the flicker of candle light. Cameron walked over slowly,
letting his shoes make noise as he walked, and put his coat on the
couch. He undid his own tie and dropped it on the floor before he
reached the doorway to the bedroom.
It smelled like flowers, vanilla, and
cinnamon, with a hint of leather. They had a lot of scented candles,
but the leather one was Cameron's favorite.
Tim was laying on the bed, wearing a
pair of boxer briefs with little hearts all over them. His hands were
in the safety shackles, attached the headboard. Cameron would yell at
him for lighting candles and then getting tied up, but the shackles
could be removed pretty fast. The clips were easy to reach. Tim was
safe.
He was pretty sure Tim was smiling at
him, but couldn't tell because of the little bow on his mouth,
pressed there like a gag. Cameron saw it, and they both laughed a
little.
Cameron got undressed slowly, knowing
that Tim was watching. He listened as the bed frame made noises, as
Tim pulled against his shackles, as if he couldn't get out of them.
Cameron unbuttoned his shirt slowly,
holding it together with just flashes of skin. He held out one side,
then closed it and held out the other. Then he turned away and pulled
the shirt off, knowing that the movement would show off the muscles
on his back. He smiled at Tim's appreciative groan. He undid his belt
and slide his pants down, bending as he did so. He was wearing pink
panties, and they made a little heart when he bent down.
Tim laughed at the sight, and Cameron
smiled. Totally worth it. He'd been somewhat uncomfortable all day,
but the way it made Tim laugh, that throaty, sexy laugh that melted
him just a little bit, made it worth it. He slid the panties off,
glad to be rid of them, and bent over again. He pulled his pants,
panties, and socks off together, then turned and stood, naked and
freshly groomed, and took a good look at the boy on his bed.
Tim's skin rippled underneath the
tattoo, the dragon who breathed gently up his chest disappearing
under his underwear and reappearing to finish its long, serpentine
trek down his left leg. He stepped over to the bed and kissed the
dragon on the mouth, sucking gently with the kiss, giving a flick of
his tongue. He ran his hand over Tim's head, through his feathery
hair, and pulled aside the bow long enough to give him a kiss much
deeper than the one he'd given to the ink. Then he replaced the bow
with an admonishment to stay quiet, and turned his attention to the
rest of Tim's body.
He traced the tattoo with his finger,
imagining he could feel the scales, pretending the muscles reacting
to his touch belonged to the monster. Slowly, Cameron moved his hand
down the length of the tattoo, hooking the heart covered underwear
with one finger and sliding it down until Tim was visible in all his
glory. The dragon's long body curled to the side, framing Tim's
beautiful penis, which was very much ready to get on with things.
But Cameron wasn't ready to have this
end any time soon. He gave one long lick up the side of Tim's cock,
enjoying the moan of pleasure. Then he stopped, and enjoyed the moan
of frustration. He put his head against the body of the dragon and
let out a slow, concentrated breath, blowing on the still wet trail
of his tongue. Tim shivered, and Cameron let out his own happy little
laugh. He lay there for a few seconds, blowing until Tim was dry,
enjoying the feel of the dragon under his head. He liked being there.
It was one of his favorite places in the world.
Eventually, though, Cameron moved on.
There was still so much to play with. The dragon tail wrapped all the
way around Tim's leg, and Cameron decided to follow it with his
tongue. His hand, moving with a mind of its own, gently fondled Tim,
eliciting more moans and more straining against the bonds that would
only hold him as long as he wanted to be held.
Once the dragon had been taken care
of, Cameron went up, locked eyes with Tim, and then went to work on
his pierced nipple, using his tongue to play with the stud, to flick
it, to suck it into his mouth. He never broke eye contact, just
enjoyed the desperate look and the grunting and as he worked. He
straddled Tim at the thighs, leaned down so they were touching all
down their bodies, in all the important places.
He ran his hand through Tim's hair
again, and turned Tim's head just enough to give him access to the
neck. He rubbed his face there, feeling the stubble he loved so much,
and inhaled Tim's scent. He sniffed gently at first, then inhaled
with a snarl like an animal, gratified when he felt Tim shiver
beneath him.
He gave Tim's neck a playful bite,
then a long lick from neck to chin, along the jaw line, and up to his
ear. Tim moaned again, a deeper, more needing moan. One that was at
the same time desperate and demanding.
Cameron laughed and rolled off Tim. He
unhooked Tim's wrists and helped him to a sitting position, but
playfully slapped Tim's hands away when Tim reached for the bow.
After Tim's second attempt, Cameron reattached his wrists to the head
bed posts, then gave Tim a scolding look.
Tim sat against the head board with a
smile on his face. He moaned as Cameron rubbed the cold gel on his
penis. He moaned louder as Cameron turned away and slid himself onto
Tim's penis, gently and slowly letting it in. Then Cameron leaned
back, pushing all the way down. He leaned back and kissed Cameron on
the cheek.
Cameron put his hands on Tim's thighs,
leaning forward and then back, enjoying the feeling inside, already
feeling the build of pleasure. He leaned forward to show off his own
ink, giving Tim time to follow the wings of the angel on his back, to
see the detail in the feathers. He smiled as he thought of Tim
looking at the beauty in a face that looked very similar to his own.
Cameron moaned at the thought, glad he had made that last minute
change with the tattoo artist. The angel wasn't Tim. But it did
have his eyes.
Tim groaned and
strained against his bonds again. Cameron grabbed Tim's thighs and
squeezed, then wriggled a little, enjoying the reaction he got.
They moved in a
slow rhythm, gentle at first, slowly picking up speed and desperation
as they both built up. Cameron put his hands on the bed, pressing to
help give the space they needed for the thrusting, thrusting that Tim
was all to happy to provide. Cameron pressed down as Tim pressed up,
pushing Tim in deeper and deeper. They moved like that, as if they
were trying to become a single person, fitting perfectly together,
the way they were meant to.
Tim moaned, and
Cameron grunted. He bit his lower lip and then grabbed Tim's thighs,
digging his fingers in and squeezing for those few final thrusts, for
the big moment, for the sound that Tim made and the added pressure he
provided. Cameron groaned as his own orgasm hit, and soon they were
both panting.
Cameron leaned
back, laying against Tim's chest. Their bodies were still locked
together, still as closely bound physically as they were in all other
ways.
He took the ribbon off Tim's mouth,
and they kissed, slowly and gently, both of them making very happy
noises.
“Happy Valentine's day,” Cameron
said.
Tim unhooked his hands, pulled Cameron
into a hug.
“Happy Valentine's day,” he said.
He thrust. Cameron moaned.
They kissed.
erotically sweet.
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