painted

Love

"I thought we’d have something a little different for dessert tonight," said Keith as he and David finished the after-dinner cleanup. "Are you tired?"

"Tired? Noooo....", responded David with a curious smile. It was a quiet Saturday night and they had chosen to stay in. Drying his hands with a dishtowel, he reached over and rubbed Keith’s back. Keith closed his eyes momentarily as the warmth of David’s touch ran through him. "What’re we having?" David asked.

Keith moved to rest his hands on David’s waist, gazing into soft, serene eyes. Adorable David, he thought. "Us," Keith replied suggestively. He placed his right hand on the side of David’s face and gave him a quick playful kiss. He watched as David frowned quizzically. "Pour us some wine," Keith requested.
Keith left the kitchen as David poured red wine.

Keith returned with something like a large cigar box. The box was carved wood painted deep red with black and gold accents. He held it out to David with a sly smile.

David, bemused, took the box. He opened it to reveal several small paint pots. His smile became open-mouthed surprise, then a grin as he read the labels that confirmed they were edible body paints: Cherry, Strawberry, Blueberry, Apple, Café Mocha, Chocolate Almond, Chocolate Raspberry, and Chocolate Strawberry.

David looked up at Keith – Keith’s smile was devilish and mischievous. David bit his lower lip, arched his eyebrows quickly up and down and exhaled a small laugh, grinning. Keith moved in, reached around David’s waist, and cupped David’s ass in his hands while he kissed David’s neck all over. "I wanna play with you," Keith said. "Where, baby?" David whispered suggestively, tilting his head back to give Keith better access to his neck. He loved the soft tickle of Keith’s moustache.

David nodded back, cozy in Keith’s embrace. He looked down, smiling, and considered the possibilities. He flashed to visions of Keith smearing him with the paint and licking it off. He thrilled at the thought of Keith’s warm, wet tongue EVERYWHERE on his body, feeling its way over David, into him.
"Let’s shower," David suggested, drawing his eyes back up to Keith’s.

"Okay," Keith agreed, kissing David’s forehead. They sipped their wine and headed to the bathroom.

They undressed, got in and teased each other, lathering, scrubbing, rinsing, massaging, kissing, hugging. They held each other, rubbing each other’s backs and basking in their mutual presences as the warm water cascaded down.

They got out and dried off, wrapping towels around their waists. Keith brought the full-length cheval mirror to the living room. Heady with anticipation, they closed the blinds and put on a few CDs. They sipped more wine and laid down a blanket and pillows.

They opened the paints and set the box on the sofa table. "Me first", teased David, eager for the feel of Keith all over his body even though he was also very anxious to roam Keith’s body in detail. He flirted with Keith through long, curly lashes, blinking them once, slowly and deliberately. David knew how much Keith loved his lashes and thought they were beautiful.

As the music played, the two men regarded each other with sultry smiles, and something came over David that he felt more and more the longer he and Keith were together: He became sensual, sexual, and reckless under Keith’s lascivious gaze – he longed to please Keith and be everything that drove him wild. One of David’s greatest joys during their love play was to see Keith’s deep surprise and pleasure with David’s newfound prowess – hell, he often surprised himself. He had never envisioned his own sexual awakening before he met Keith, and his self-discoveries were unexpected, somewhat unnerving, but ultimately exhilarating.

Of course, the fact that he was Keith’s helped him reach these heights. He loved thinking of himself the way Keith referred to him: Keith’s man – Keith’s baby. David wanted so much to be the trophy he thought his gorgeous lover deserved that it sometimes drove him to distraction. He had been self-conscious and plagued by low self-esteem for so much of his life that he even now he would feel a rare twinge of amazement that he was the object of Keith’s relentless desire, but as time passed, David gradually began to accept it as truth. That understanding made him feel like a giddy schoolkid.

Most important, he was learning to respect Keith’s choice – to see in himself the man whom Keith chose. Keith made him feel beautiful, sexy, and loved. How could he doubt the look in Keith’s eyes? In Keith’s arms, as the object of Keith’s adoring looks, David felt like he could do no wrong. He intended to spend the rest of his life justifying it. He wanted to prove Keith right for loving him – over and over.

As David came near, Keith contemplated him - tonight David would be his pretty "boy toy". Would David ever really know what he did to Keith…how much he excited and pleased Keith? Always the beautiful, intense eyes and eyebrows – so expressive that David didn’t have to speak. The mouth – the sensuous, red, wet lips, the adorable overbite and small gap that made David look so boyish – Keith wanted that mouth all over him. The endless fascination with David’s unabashedly pale skin – it made David look delicate, almost frail – but Keith knew otherwise. He was continually excited to see and feel it next to his warm, cinnamon brown.

The body – Keith had seen David naked too many times to count, and he would never, ever tire of it. Slender, nicely-shaped legs, well-defined arms and torso, narrow waist, a thick, sexy neck that Keith loved to nuzzle and suck, long-fingered hands, beautiful cock, and of course the maddeningly gorgeous peach-shaped ass – firm and round and made for Keith’s lusting, loving hands. Tonight he’d indulge in a little chocolate with his peach, he thought with a grin.

…And if you want you can decide
And if you'll have me
I can provide everything that you desire
Said if you get a feeling
Feeling that I am feeling
Won't you come closer to me baby,
You've already got me right where you want me baby
I just wanna be your man
How does it feel
How does it feel
Said I wanna know how does it feel
How does it feel
How does it feel…

As they regarded one another, David stuck his middle finger in his mouth, drew it out wet, and teased Keith, tracing the wet fingertip down the midline of his torso, drawing a curvy line, reaching down a couple of inches beyond the line of his towel. Keith took the cue and removed David’s towel, baring David for his appreciation. David’s erection began to grow as Keith watched, breathing hard. David closed his eyes, tilted his head back and placed both hands behind his head, offering his fully extended body to Keith’s gaze. David undulated to the music with erotic slowness, rocking his hips side to side and bending each knee alternately with the hip sway, luring Keith to him.

Keith growled in excitement, reached out and held David just above the waist, hands supporting David’s back. David arched back to tilt his torso to Keith, who leaned forward and tickled David’s nipples with his moustache. As he kissed his way down the midline of David’s torso, he heard David’s long hum of pleasure. David stood back up, pulling off Keith’s towel, massaging Keith’s warm, firm ass and absorbing Keith’s body heat.

Inspired by the fair, contrasting palette of his lover’s body, Keith dipped his thumbs into the cherry paint. Placing his hands on the sides of David’s torso, he rubbed each thumb in slow circles on David’s nipples and aureoles, painting them heavily. The reddened nipples stood out in sharp relief against David’s alabaster skin.

Smiling blissfully, David gripped his lower lip in his teeth and fought to keep his eyes open while Keith rubbed. With his forefinger, Keith drew a heart with an arrow at David’s solar plexus. David parted his lips for Keith to make them even redder as he applied the paint like lip gloss. He rouged David’s cheeks with strawberry and applied the green apple to his eyelids.

"Let me see!" giggled David, turning toward the mirror. Keith stood behind, placing his hands on David’s hips, almost giggling himself, as David admired his work. "Your painted whore," teased David with a sly smile.

David turned and posed for Keith, staring at Keith while he smoothed his hair back with both hands and arched his nipples forward. He raised his chin and pouted suggestively. Narrowing his eyes, David raised his eyebrows a bit to display his painted lids as fully as possible. His middle fingertips traced his painted aureoles. His eyes followed downward as he ran his spread hands slowly down his lower torso and over his upper thighs, parting his legs slightly as his hands passed. He drew his hands back up his flanks and held them a few inches below his hips as he stared back at Keith with playful imperiousness.
The tease drove Keith mad – the contrast between the conservative suit who left for Fisher and Sons every day and this painted, pouting sex toy excited him wildly. Keith was dying to take David by his pretty cock, lead him to the blanket, lay him down and fuck him. Instead, he reached for David’s hips and pulled him closer, careful not to smear the paint on his nipples.

Wet your lips
And let's fall in love
You are blood and wine to me
Wet your lips
And let's do a turn
With a view to make your body burn
I'll rebuild the scenery
Into garden greenery
So wet your lips
And let's fall in love

David stared at Keith with barely open eyes and parted his lips to wiggle his tongue slowly at him – three or four teasing darts, snakelike, with a slow retreat back into the mouth, then repeating, sometimes pausing before darting. He crooked a finger at Keith, urging him on further still.

Keith uttered a soft, deep groan of arousal, narrowed his eyes, pursed his lips and gave that small single head shake that David found so sexy – the one he gave when he was overwhelmed with feeling. "Come here, baby doll," breathed Keith, pressing the back of David’s neck, tilting David’s head toward him. David felt that twinge of excitement hearing one of Keith’s pet names. He loved being Keith’s anything.

Driving Keith even wilder, David gazed back at him as impassively as he could manage, working hard to display as little emotion as possible. Keith kissed his neck and bit it gently a few times. He took David’s snaking tongue gently between his teeth. He bit David’s lips one at a time and tasted the cherry as he sucked it off. Both men moaned in pleasure as Keith licked the paint from David’s ravished lips.

David rested his arms on Keith’s shoulders and pressed his hands to the back of Keith’s skull as Keith sucked and lapped the strawberry rouge of David’s cheeks. David smiled at Keith’s warmth, breath and wetness on his face. He savored Keith’s hands in his hair as Keith cradled his head. He grinned like a child – Keith swelled with love witnessing David’s euphoria.

Keith edged the two of them to the paints and the wineglasses as he kissed the paint from David’s face. With David once again warm and naked in his arms, Keith’s emotions spoke for him: "You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen," he whispered. David’s face melted - "Baby," was all he said - as Keith, still cradling David’s head in his hands, kissed and gently licked and sucked David’s left eyelid, then moved to his right. Still holding David’s head, Keith nuzzled David’s nose with his own. David opened his eyes to half-mast while they nuzzled, never wanting the loveplay to end.

Keith dipped into the blueberry paint and teased David’s navel, drawing outward lines like blue sun rays. David grinned and undulated slowly like a belly dancer, still resting his arms on Keith’s shoulders. David took Keith’s hand and sucked the paint from his finger. They sipped their wine and Keith went to work on David’s nipples.

Keith started with the left, placing his mouth over the aureole and darting his tongue on and off the nipple, tasting the cherry paint. He heard David begin to moan and moved his hands around the sides of David’s torso to support him. Keith increased his pace and rubbed the nipple with repeated downward strokes of the top of his tongue. David moaned louder. Keith drove David mad by dragging his tongue along David’s nipple in both directions – "Oh, Keith," managed David through his moans. Keith returned to suctioning the nipple and tracing his tongue around the aureole.

As he pleasured David, Keith reflected with wonder at how everything that would have been simple expressions of lust with anyone else was made sweet, warm, and deep by love when he did it to, or for, or with David. David’s cries and moans were more exciting to him than the acts that caused them. He had it bad, he admitted to himself yet again. He did that often. 'Back to play time!’ he thought, squeezing David tighter.

Keith released David’s left nipple and nursed the right. Still moaning, David placed his hands on Keith’s head and bent to kiss the top of it. After giving David’s right nipple the same attention he gave to the left, Keith knelt. He met David’s expectant look with his own eyes, grinned and said "Blue-belly!" David burst into pained laughter at the goofy pun and Keith’s face warmed in a half-smile as David giggled. Grasping David’s ass in his hands, he squeezed gently as he swirled his tongue around inside David’s navel, tasting the paint and tickling David. He wetted the hairs around the navel and kissed the perimeter before standing up.

Keith turned David around so that they were back-to-front. Facing the mirror and raising David’s arms, Keith swayed them back and forth to the music –

Come closer
Baby closer
Reach out and feel my body
I'm gonna give you all my love
Ooh sugar don't you hurry
You've got me here all night
Just close your eyes and hold on tight
Ooh baby
Don't stop, don't stop
Go deeper
Baby deeper
You feel so good I'm gonna cry…

Keith swirled some of the apple paint into David’s armpits with his fingertips. He wetly kissed David’s right armpit as he held David’s arms up with his own hands, lapping the hair wet with long strokes of the tongue, then the left. As he released David’s arms, David reached back to place his hands on Keith’s head.
Keith trailed Chocolate Strawberry paint down the side of David’s neck like perfume and sucked insistently. David watched in the mirror, fighting to keep his eyes open against the wonderful sensation of Keith’s lips and teeth locked firmly on his neck. He decided he might have to wear shirts with collars for a couple of days, but he didn’t care – he wanted this.

Keith rubbed more paint onto David’s pulse points. He tilted David’s chin away and closing his mouth over one of them to feel David’s pulse pounding rapidly underneath. His hands roamed David’s torso with deliberation as he caressed David’s neck with his mouth. He smiled as he heard his baby purr with pleasure. He tilted David’s head the other way and worked the other side of his neck. Euphoric, David closed his eyes, wishing that Keith would never stop.
Keith rested his hands on David’s hips as David opened his eyes to watch their reflection. David felt a flutter of excitement in his stomach as he marveled at what a sexy couple they made. He loved to watch Keith play with him.

Keith wrapped David’s body in his arms and squeezed tight, resting his head against David’s and gazing at him through their reflection. They looked so good, so right together, Keith thought. How did that happen? David smiled back at him with those beautiful bedroom eyes.

Keith wanted David’s touch and that sexy mouth on his body – he decided to wait to give David his pièce de résistance. They watched each other for a minute before Keith said, "I want you to touch me, David. Ready for me?"

David caressed his lover, smoothing his hands over Keith’s well-defined arms from the shoulders to the forearms and back. He looked into Keith’s deep brown eyes as he brought his hands close at Keith’s shoulder blades and drew them down Keith’s chest and stomach. He bent his wrists to brush Keith’s skin with the backs of his hands as he drew them upward. He slid them along the sides of Keith’s neck and behind his

head as he pulled in, overcome with love, for a kiss. The warmth of Keith’s hands moving up and down David’s back radiated through David as they kissed.
David chose Café Mocha as he painted Keith’s earlobes, lips and the tip of his nose. He cradled Keith’s head as he kissed his forehead, then his eyebrows, and nipped his nose gently, working off the paint with his lips and tongue. He nuzzled Keith’s nose with the tip of his own. Keith reached up and stole another quick kiss.

He was what I wanted
Exactly what I needed
He was what I fantasized
He was what I dreamed
And it would be so perfect
If him and me would leave
Why couldn't I just tell him my feelings?
We were meant to be…

Smiling, David dotted the dimple on Keith’s right cheek and the matching spot on the other side and kissed them off. He loved that dimple. Keith laughed gently. "I’ve wanted to do that for so long!" David told him.

David gave Keith a turn at the mirror. He dipped into the Chocolate Raspberry and Chocolate Strawberry paints and stepped behind Keith. David paused, draped his right arm over Keith’s shoulder, and leaned against Keith’s back, letting out a breathy sigh of happiness, eyes closed and smiling. Keith smiled and turned his head to kiss David’s right palm, nudging David’s hand sideways with his nose.

Spreading his fingers apart for effect, David slowly drew a fingertip down each side of Keith’s neck, spreading the paint with a circular motion in the hollows where the neck and shoulder met. He offered his fingertips to Keith, who sucked them clean as he stared at their reflection.

Standing against Keith’s back for support, David lifted his left leg and wrapped it around Keith, resting his foot across Keith’s right thigh. As he did so, he brought his left arm around Keith’s torso and pressed his spread-fingered right hand to Keith’s right breast.

David leaned and caught Keith’s left earlobe between his teeth. He dragged his teeth gently off Keith’s ear, then licked the lobe and caught it between his lips. He nudged Keith’s head with his own like a playful dog and did the same to Keith’s right earlobe.

Like a vampire, David angled for the neck, following the path his fingers had taken. He licked and sucked, moving his way downward. He backtracked upward with his tongue, then down to the round hollow of paint, where he lingered. As he worked Keith’s neck, his left foot slid up and down to caress Keith’s thigh. Keith rubbed David’s leg as it rubbed him.

Keith became excited all over again at the sight of David’s limbs wrapped around him in sharp contrast with his own skin. He took in the sensation of David’s warmth and friction as David rubbed himself against Keith. Keith focused on the feel of David’s incredible mouth all over his neck, warm and wet, lips soft, teeth arousing as they combed his skin. David growled and moaned while he worked. Keith moaned softly as he gazed at their image. He could feel David’s cock rubbing against and between his cheeks.

David paused from his labor of love to watch Keith through their reflection, peering through his lashes in the come-hither manner that Keith loved. His lips curled wickedly to match the look in his eyes, and still watching Keith through the reflection, tilted Keith’s head and bent to kiss and suck the sweetness on the other side of his neck and nurse the other hollow. "Mmm David", whispered Keith as his baby worked, lost in the sight, sensations, and sounds.
David reached for more Chocolate Strawberry paint, trailing it slowly down the middle of Keith’s back, ending just above the part between his cheeks. David painted a heart over the beginning of the part. He turned Keith’s back to the mirror and Keith smiled as he craned backward to look. David worked his way down Keith’s back, hands trailing as he went.

David sucked the small of Keith’s back attentively, drawing more growls from Keith. He continued to the painted heart, licking the paint and darting his tongue into the top of the part, teasing and tickling. "Mmm, mmm...," Keith smiled and undulated, working with David’s tongue. David grasped Keith’s ass in both hands, massaging and kneading while he flirted with the part.

Soul kiss
Some nights you get me wondering
Is this the way
This is a hunger
Well, I get down on my knees (and beg you, baby)
Get down on my knees
Somewhere there is a fire burning
Somewhere inside
Somewhere there is a heart that's waiting
To take a ride
To take the ride to your soul kiss…

Turning Keith to face the mirror, David reached for the blueberry paint with two fingers. Reaching between Keith’s legs from behind, he painted Keith’s testicles. Keith struggled to keep watching, wanting to close his eyes and enjoy the sensation. As David painted, Keith cocked his eyebrow and asked, "Is that a hint?" David smirked at Keith’s reflection and remained silent. He knelt in front of Keith, looking into his eyes. David curled his lips over his teeth and mauled Keith’s blue testicles. Keith moaned. "I need to lie down", he managed.

David helped Keith down to the blanket and brought the paints nearby. He took more Café Mocha and smoothed it over Keith’s cock. "Come here," Keith directed. Keith waited for David to turn his body around. Once he did, Keith pressed back David’s cock while he smoothed strawberry paint over David’s round balls.

David nursed Keith’s cock with his lips and tongue. They lapped the paint from each other, each taking their time and stopping to enjoy what the other was doing to him.

David looked up from his lover’s cock – he wasn’t ready to bring Keith to orgasm. "I want to look at you," he said. "Me too," Keith replied, knowing that David wanted eye contact. They moved to lie side by side. They played with each other’s faces, randomly streaking lips, temples, noses with paint and licking it off. They frequently paused to kiss, biting lips and quickly rubbing tongues together.

…I often fantasize
The stars above are watching you
They know my heart and speak to yours
Like only lovers do
If I could wear your clothes
I'd pretend I was you and lose control
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking, love
Oh lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking, oh yeah
What's it gonna be
’Cause I can't pretend
Don't you wanna be more than friends
Then hold me tight and don't let go
Don't let go
Have the right to lose control
Don't let go…

Their laughter was soft and affectionate. When they pulled apart, David traced his fingers through Keith’s moustache as he gazed at Keith with adoration. Keith pulled him in tight and they held fast to one another, humming and feeling their mutual warmth. Keith ran his hands through David’s hair, knowing how David loved the feel of Keith’s fingers massaging David’s scalp.

David dipped fingers of both hands in the chocolate paints. He moved lower and trailed them downward in a "V" from Keith’s hips to his pubic hair – he loved the contours at the verge of Keith’s crotch. David felt Keith’s muscles twitch under his fingers. He kissed over the tracks he left, licking paint as he moved. Keith shifted his hips in response. His cock bumped the underside of David’s chin repeatedly.

When he finished licking the paint, David retraced the lines of Keith’s body, on each side dragging his tongue outward toward the hip, then back in and down to the pubic hair. David had reached up to Keith’s chest and he massaged and gently pinched Keith’s nipples while he licked the verge below Keith’s hips, causing him to moan. Keith’s euphoria was music to David’s ears.

David continued to work Keith, taking some of the apple paint and trailing it along the backs of Keith’s knees. David lined the paint trails with the tip of his tongue. Keith moaned softly, mouth open, loving the warmth of David’s tongue and anxious to feel the full lips. David began to suck at the paint and lick the back of the knee, eager to trigger Keith’s erogenous zones and keep him perpetually excited. Baby, I’ll do all this and more, David thought.

David moved up to face Keith. Keith extended his leg over David’s hip as if to rein him in and hold him captive. They propped themselves up on their elbows and listened to the music for a few minutes, pressing their free hands together, intertwining fingers and kissing fingertips.

Keith was ready for the pièce de résistance. "Ready, baby?" Keith asked. "For what?" David drawled demurely with big eyes.

Keith rubbed David’s thigh with his own before releasing him. He sat up and turned David onto his stomach. David rested his head on crossed arms.
Keith lay back down, gazing into David’s eyes. "Baby, you have the most adorable ass I’ve ever seen," he said. "Show me," David teased, smiling. Keith sat up and knelt over him.

David, resting his head on its left side, hummed and smiled blissfully as he felt Keith’s hands pull slowly down his back, then up, then back down. Keith repeated this a few times before resting them on David’s cheeks. On the last trip down David’s back, Keith planted kisses down David’s spine, teasing the small of his back with his tongue.

Keith took David’s cheeks in each hand and squeezed them repeatedly. He nuzzled them with his nose and brushed them with his moustache. He lavished wet kisses and small nips and suckles on them. His tongue teased and tickled the very top of the part between the cheeks. He felt David move underneath him, responding to the licks and kisses, moaning breathily. "Keith...mmmm...God, that’s good...ohhh."

David and Keith absently heard the words from "Rope Burn", exciting them further:

Tie me up, tie me down
(make me moan real loud)
Make me moan real loud
(take off my clothes)
Take off my clothes
No one has to know
Whisperin I wanna feel a soft rope burn
(no one has to know)
Wanna feel a
Rope burn
When you walked into the room you knew just what to do
Ya coulda gone from door to door but you knew just where to go to
Come into my velvet room and tell me your fantasies
(tell me your fantasies)
The passion in your voice I wanna hear as you start to tell me
While you take the blindfold and tie it gently on me
Don't wanna see but feel the things you're gonna do to me
(wanna feel it)…

Keith dipped into the chocolate paints and drew his fingers down David’s cheeks. David felt the paint, then the sensation of Keith grasping his ass and spreading his legs apart. David relaxed to let Keith do what he wanted. He felt the paint again as Keith drew it down the divide between his cheeks, and felt more as Keith painted and inserted some into his anus. He felt Keith’s fingers draw the paint down from his anus to the underside of his balls. David had opened his eyes while Keith decorated him, but had to close them against the intense pleasure once more as Keith began to work.

Keith hummed deeply in his throat as he worked the outside of David’s ass, dragging his teeth along David’s soft, painted skin, licking up the paint with long, wet strokes of his tongue and kneading David’s round ass with groping hands. "Baby, you’re so beautiful," he breathed. Keith covered every inch of 'his’ peach, devouring it in big mouthfuls, mauling it with his lips and biting gently.

"Keith...please...don’t stop," David pleaded. His eyes were closed, eyebrows raised, mouth slack and open as he lost himself in the feel of Keith’s full lips, moustache, tongue and teeth. The feel of Keith’s teeth dragging along his skin gave him small chills up his spine.

Keith opened David’s legs wide and feasted on him in earnest, starting with the crack of his ass and the paint on the inside of his cheeks and moving side to side. He placed his mouth over David’s hole as if to kiss him and suctioned gently. He traced the perimeter of David’s anus with his tongue, stiffened his tongue muscles and inserted it into the hole, wiggling it inside, drawing it out. Keith felt David twitch and stiffen, reacting to Keith’s tongue up his ass. 'I’ve got you now, baby,’ Keith thought with satisfaction. He continued the tongue fucking, making wet sounds and growling hungrily as he worked.

David rocked his hips back and forth in reaction. Keith had to hold David’s hips to steady him. David ground out his words through tightly gritted teeth. He growled like a hurt animal from deep in his throat. He moaned. "Oh God. GOD! Oh. Uhhhhhhh. UHHHHHH...." He growled some more, voice rising.
With a kiss, Keith left David’s hole to stimulate the area between his anus and his balls. He nuzzled then lapped with warm strokes while his hands returned to David’s cheeks, squeezing firmly. David moaned continuously, thighs moving back and forth.

Keith felt like a devilish tease, bringing David only to the brink. Once the paint was licked, he stopped, squeezed David’s cheeks a few more times while he kissed them, and moved up to lay atop David. Keith took a last bit of paint and drew it down the back of David’s neck with two fingers, slowly working it back off with warm, wet kisses.

David felt Keith’s cock teasing and sliding between his cheeks. Neither man had come, but both were quite aroused. They let it subside temporarily as Keith rolled from David’s back onto his side. David turned on his side to face Keith. Both smiled big, sleepy half-smiles at one another. Keith brushed David’s lips lightly with the backs of his fingers. David placed his hand along the side of Keith’s face, rubbing Keith’s cheek with his thumb. They lay that way for a few moments, listening to the music and looking at one another as they contemplated the lyrics.

I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can
I am ready for love
Here with an offering of
My voice
My eyes
My soul
My mind…

"Thank you for dessert," said Keith, curling his lips and licking them. 'I really love you, baby,’ he thought silently.

David gazed absently down at Keith’s lips. Keith loved that look. He moved in for a kiss.

They moved to wrap their arms around one another. They crossed their legs over each other’s, intertwining themselves. David sighed as Keith squeezed David’s body to his. Keith tilted his head to kiss David’s neck. Many times he felt as if he couldn’t possibly love David more than he did. They grinned.
"Now that I’ve got blue balls," inquired David, "you DO plan to finish what you started, right? You didn’t think I’d let you get away with that cocktease?" He returned Keith’s devilish look.

Keith arched his eyebrows and looked nonchalant. "I don’t know…I’m kinda tired…" The façade broke and he grinned. "Let’s clean up and have a…nightcap," he said, putting a sexy hiss into the last word.

David teased back with wide eyes, drawing Keith’s lower lip down with his forefinger and releasing it. "And the rest of the wine, too."

"Yeah – that too," Keith agreed. Both men laughed softly and touched foreheads, still embracing. They lay a while longer before retiring to the bedroom to finish what they began.