Eventually, despite plenty of kissing stops, they made it to Malcolm’s quarters. As the door opened, Malcolm stepped aside to let Trip cross the threshold. Hearing the door swish close, Trip turned and grabbed hold of the smaller man, pressing his body urgently to his. They kissed again, this time the kiss held the promise of things to come.
Malcolm rubbed his erection against Trip’s, enjoying hearing the moans from deep in his throat. “Oh, god, Trip…I need you…want you…now. Oh god, now…please.”
Understanding, Trip moved away from Malcolm and quickly the two men undressed. Naked, Trip gently pushed Malcolm until the bed was against the back of his knees, and he fell onto the bed, pulling Trip on top of him.
And suddenly, two strong arms were holding him, clinging to him, pressing to him. Bending forward, two soft lips captured his own, increasing the pressure until his own lips opened to allow access to his mouth and his tongue. Laying there, in the dark, silence engulfing them, but all the while feeling, tasting, it felt like the world had come to a standstill, and there was only them, only ever them, lost in the dizzy heights of love.
And then, slowly, teasingly, tormentingly, the lips traveled downwards, finding one nipple then the other, pain mixed with pleasure as the tongue licked and suckled, and the teeth gently nibbled. Slowly, achingly slowly, the pleasure increasing as southwards it traveled, a kiss here, a nip here, all the while heading for the centre of his pleasure
Malcolm tensed slightly, waiting for the alarm to go off. Amazingly, it didn’t, but the pleasure continued. Noticing him tense, Trip silently asked the question.
“Sorry, Trip, it’s just-I had this dream, several times in fact, and just as I get to this stage the alarm went off. Strange thing was, I never knew who it was, in my dream. Now you are here, I still feel like I’m in a dream.”
“Oh no, darlin’, you ain’t dreaming. Just you lie there, I’m gonna love ya like you ain’t never been loved.”
“Thank you,” came the simple reply. Then Malcolm lost all coherent thought as Trip’s talented mouth engulfed his cock.
Trip ran his lips over the end of Malcolm’s cock, then teased at the opening. He nibbled and sucked all the way down to the dark, curly hair at the bottom of the shaft. Hearing the groans, he ran his tongue around the rim of the penis, then smoothly and swiftly, took the cock back into his mouth, steadily moving up and down.
Clutching tightly at the sheets, Malcolm moaned loudly. “Oh god, Trip…I…Trip. Please stop…I…don’t think I can hold myself much longer.”
Understanding, Trip removed his mouth from Malcolm’s cock, moving up till he was level with his face, and kissed him deeply.
“Trip? Would you make love to me…you know, properly?” Malcolm flushed as he asked the question.
“Try and stop me,” he growled, “but I wanna watch you as we make love, I wanna see you lose control as you come.”
Malcolm nodded shyly, and reached for the lubricant on the shelf next to his bed. “Here, use this, Trip.”
Trip positioned a pillow under Malcolm’s lower back, then squirted some lubricant onto his fingers. Massaging the buttocks with one hand, he slipped his lubricated finger down into the cleft before him. As he found the sensitive hole, he gently rubbed around it, then slowly teased his way in.
Malcolm thought he was going to collapse with pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop, Trip,” he moaned.
Trip didn’t reply, he was concentrating on make sure that Malcolm was relaxed and open enough to allow him access. When he was sure Malcolm was ready, he glanced up towards his partner. “Mal, darlin’? You ready?”
“Oh blimey, yes, yes…please,” he begged him.
Positioning his cock at Malcolm’s entrance, he slowly, slowly pushed into the tightly puckered hole. Gasping, he paused, waiting till Malcolm relaxed again. Soon, the sphincter loosened, and Trip pushed gently until he was completely buried in Malcolm.
Sighing with pleasure, his face flushed, his eyes locked with Malcolm’s, Trip started the dance of love, thrusting gently in and out; enjoying seeing Malcolm squirm and groan with bliss.
Moaning and writhing, Malcolm closed his eyes briefly, before opening them and staring Trip in his desire- filled eyes. “Oh Trip, my darling Trip, I love you, there was only ever you. I...” he stopped as longing overcame him. Closing his eyes, he let his body give in to the pleasure he was feeling.
Trip upped the ante, pulling almost out of Malcolm, then quickly driving back him, feeling the man underneath him squirm with delight. Upon hearing Malcolm’s words of love, he paused.
Disappointed, Malcolm glared at him.
“Don’t glare at me Mal, honey.” Ignoring the look Malcolm was giving him, he leant down closer to his lover. “It’s just that, Mal, I adore you. I worship you. I love you.”
Melting into Trip, Malcolm felt tears spring to his eyes. “Just…just love me Trip, please?” he begged.
Unable to resist Malcolm’s puppy dog eyes, he continued with the lovemaking, stroking into Malcolm softly yet strongly. He heard Malcolm gasp yet again, knew he was close, and stepped up the strokes, getting closer to climax himself.
“Oh…oh OHHH TRIP!”
“Mal…oh Mal, darlin’…darling…OH GOD...I LOVE YOU…LOVE YOUUUUU!”
“LOVE YOU, OH TRIP, OH…OHHHH LOVEEEEE!”
Together, the men came, and Trip collapsed onto the younger man, both gasping at the intensity of their orgasm.
They held each other close, tightly for what seemed like hours. Trip eventually carefully removed his flaccid cock from Malcolm, and rolled onto his side, still with his arm round his lover.
Malcolm snuggled up to Trip, enjoying the closeness. “Trip?”
“Uhh um? Wha’ ya wan’ Mal?”
“Nothing, really. Just wanted to tell you I love you. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making me happy. Deliriously, madly, gorgeously happy.” Malcolm opened his eyes at this, and, with love-filled eyes, poured all his emotions into his gaze.
Sighing happily, Trip didn’t reply. He just pulled Malcolm closer into his embrace. There would be time enough tomorrow to talk, he thought. For now, their love was enough.
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