Elbows buckling as Barnaby takes his length in hand, Kotetsu lets out a small, helpless laugh as he pushes his shirt fully away, tossing it over the edge of the bed. The way that Barnaby engages him now is telling, searching every last detail with a keen curiosity rather than passionate deliberation. Carefully, Kotetsu lowers himself, low enough to press his forehead to Barnaby's, enjoying the rush of shared breath against the soft sursurration of fabric.
"I'm so glad to have met you," he murmurs, carefully rocking against Barnaby's palm, finding a regular rhythm before he dips his own hands down to Barnaby's waistband, stretching the elastic carefully and pushing it down the smooth length of Barnaby's thighs.
His fingers linger for a little longer than necessary.
"And I'm glad to have you back in my life," he adds, sealing the words off with a kiss. Wrapping a soft palm around Barnaby's cock, Kotetsu gives it a slow tug from base to tip, turning his wrist along the way. Barnaby fits neatly in his palm — a little thinner, a little longer than his own length, pulse easily felt through tight, firm skin. "You feel good."
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Date: 2014-05-11 03:54 am (UTC)"I'm so glad to have met you," he murmurs, carefully rocking against Barnaby's palm, finding a regular rhythm before he dips his own hands down to Barnaby's waistband, stretching the elastic carefully and pushing it down the smooth length of Barnaby's thighs.
His fingers linger for a little longer than necessary.
"And I'm glad to have you back in my life," he adds, sealing the words off with a kiss. Wrapping a soft palm around Barnaby's cock, Kotetsu gives it a slow tug from base to tip, turning his wrist along the way. Barnaby fits neatly in his palm — a little thinner, a little longer than his own length, pulse easily felt through tight, firm skin. "You feel good."