Well, you've been hiding my salami very well, but that's still a point in my favor.
[ Peter is very proud of the fact that he only grunts once when his boyfriend gingerly straddles his hips. He must be a sight—bruises all over his body, scabbing cuts across his collarbone, his cheek and mouth. And then there's the cast making him fairly useless as anything other than a couch potato.
Still, though... the way Jeff looks at him, it makes an old guy feel powerful. ]
You keep comparing your dick to food, and I might start getting hungry.
[ Jeff presses a kiss to his neck, aiming for some patch of skin that's not going to be as tender as the rest of him, then puts on a thoughtful face. ]
Yep. [ See? Peter knows all. As Jeff's lips touch his skin, a warm tingle starts there and begins to spread out along his chest. Jeff kisses him again, and that same tingling grows further, makes him twitch like he can't keep still. ]
... Was there anything else in those edibles? Besides THC?
[ He runs his good hand down Jeff's chest, mindful to catch a nipple between his fingers. The skin puckers far too quickly for a soft brush. Peter knows he's good, but not that good. ]
Yeah, he feels that. Jeff even makes a choked little noise before he can stop himself, before nodding, running his own fingers up Peter's chest in turn. It's kiiiind of like he's rolling on X.
Jeff exhales with a very dignified giggle. ]
Oh, yeah. I think I get what you're talking about...
[ Jeff's hands light his skin on fire, long fingers carding through the gray dusting of hair along his chest. All those little tugs and pinches catching in the hair have Peter licking his lips, waiting impatiently for Jeff to bear down on him. ]
This is, ah, pretty nice...
[ Truth be told, he'd been a little worried his boyfriend had gone to all this trouble only to find Peter far too tired or sore, unable to satisfy him like he ought to. Now he's counting down the minutes until he's got Jeff spit roasted on his dick. ]
[ It's like Jeff's read his mind-- or maybe he's just that he's as horny as Peter, because it isn't long before he pauses in his feeling-up and gives his boyfriend a little nudge. ]
C'mon, big guy. [ He's already shimmying out of his underwear, eager to let his dick out. He doesn't know if it's the apparent aprhos in the gummies, or just the general effect that Peter has on him, but the fabric rubbing against his skin's just driving him up the wall. He's already hard by the time he's pushing his boyfriend down. ] Lay back and let me do all the work.
[ Listening to his boyfriend talk like that you'd think he licked a stripe across his erection. His face is growing dark read, spreading down his neck and chest, and Peter lets out a very smug, satisfied moan as he's eased back into the pillows. ]
First-class service. I'm very impressed.
[ So Jeff said to let him do all the work, but his good hand wastes no time sliding up a bare thigh. ]
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[ Peter is very proud of the fact that he only grunts once when his boyfriend gingerly straddles his hips. He must be a sight—bruises all over his body, scabbing cuts across his collarbone, his cheek and mouth. And then there's the cast making him fairly useless as anything other than a couch potato.
Still, though... the way Jeff looks at him, it makes an old guy feel powerful. ]
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[ Jeff presses a kiss to his neck, aiming for some patch of skin that's not going to be as tender as the rest of him, then puts on a thoughtful face. ]
Huh. Maybe I am a cannibal...
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... Was there anything else in those edibles? Besides THC?
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[ Now sexy times have to go on pause, as Jeff sits up and has to think on it. ]
No? I don't think...?
[ Great job, Peter, now he's distracted. By THINKING. ]
Maybe...?
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You feel this?
[ He runs his good hand down Jeff's chest, mindful to catch a nipple between his fingers. The skin puckers far too quickly for a soft brush. Peter knows he's good, but not that good. ]
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Oh.
Yeah, he feels that. Jeff even makes a choked little noise before he can stop himself, before nodding, running his own fingers up Peter's chest in turn. It's kiiiind of like he's rolling on X.
Jeff exhales with a very dignified giggle. ]
Oh, yeah. I think I get what you're talking about...
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This is, ah, pretty nice...
[ Truth be told, he'd been a little worried his boyfriend had gone to all this trouble only to find Peter far too tired or sore, unable to satisfy him like he ought to. Now he's counting down the minutes until he's got Jeff spit roasted on his dick. ]
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C'mon, big guy. [ He's already shimmying out of his underwear, eager to let his dick out. He doesn't know if it's the apparent aprhos in the gummies, or just the general effect that Peter has on him, but the fabric rubbing against his skin's just driving him up the wall. He's already hard by the time he's pushing his boyfriend down. ] Lay back and let me do all the work.
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First-class service. I'm very impressed.
[ So Jeff said to let him do all the work, but his good hand wastes no time sliding up a bare thigh. ]