Paul has no doubts. He wants Eran in his life. But can Eran, a young man from an abusive background, come to terms with his fears so he can have a future with this man he loves?
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Paul woke up, stretched, and smiled at the sunlight on the ceiling. He didn’t have to guess why he was so happy. The warmth of Eran’s body next to him in bed was all the reason he needed. Disappointments in the past made him treasure the time he had with this lovely man. He turned on his side and laughed softly. Eran had stolen all the blankets, as usual, and rolled up tightly. Only the tip of a pert nose and Eran’s lush mouth were showing.
Paul edged closer, unable to resist the new hoops snug in Eran’s full bottom lip, emphasizing the plump delight. Eran’s warm breath fanned his cheek and he ran his tongue along the silver trinkets and sucked them gently into his mouth. Oh god! He recalled the hardness of the metal over his shaft last night as Eran swallowed him down. He shuddered at a surge of lust and brushed his lips against Eran’s, seeking entrance. Eran sighed sleepily, accepting Paul’s tongue into the warm honey of his mouth.
“Mmm…so good,” Eran murmured once Paul let him breathe, a smile curling his lips. He opened his pretty blue eyes and tried to wiggle out of the blankets. Paul took advantage of his immobility and pinned him to the bed with his body. He deepened their kiss, tongues sliding and tangling as he searched out all the sweet corners. Eran sucked on his tongue and Paul hardened, the metal hoops in Eran’s lip driving him wild to feel them on him again.
He ground his swollen dick against Eran’s thigh and need jolted through him when Eran murmured approval. “I think someone wants to play,” Erin teased, then with a sudden twist of his body pushed Paul off and tossed back the blankets. Paul drank in the flash of white skin and sleek muscle before Eran pressed him into the pillows and straddled him. Erin’s cock arched between them, thick and proud, and a moan of pleasure erupted from Paul as Eran rocked, sliding their erections together. He reached up and tweaked the buds on Eran’s chest, gently twisted the hoop in his right nipple.
It wasn’t enough! He wanted that hoop in his mouth. He sat up and fingered the silver ornament but Eran grabbed his wrist. “Not so fast! You said I could make love to you this morning. You had your turn last night.”
“We’re not making love,” Paul said and rubbed the blushing head of Eran’s wet cock with his thumb, thrilled at the shiver that ran down the young body of his lover.
“No?” Eran’s voice was unsteady as he watched Paul stroke him.
“No. We’re having sex.” Paul leaned down and tongued the hoop in Eran’s nipple while continuing to pump his shaft, silk over steel. An ache started in his balls and he leaned into his darling, urging him onto his back.
Eran chuckled and lifted his hips. “It’s only sex? Then suck dick, honey.”