Bernard grabbed Manny roughly by the shoulders, pulling him into a fierce embrace. His kisses were urgent, hungry and demanding. There was no tenderness, just a wild animal desire that screamed to be satisfied.
Not that Manny was shocked by this approach; rather he reciprocated with wild passion of his own. His hands sinking deeply into the mass of Bernard's dark unruly hair pulling the man even closer to him, their mouths pressed tightly together, tongues exploring each other in earnest.
Bernard's hands tugged desperately at Manny's clothes sending buttons skittering across the bedroom floor.
In mere moments all clothing was in a discarded heap, naked hot flesh pressed together, mouths unceasing in their desire to consume.
Bernard moved his hips slightly causing moans from himself and Manny as their pulsing erections rubbed together, begging for attention.
In a swift motion Bernard toppled Manny onto the bed, both men landing heavily with a gasp. Bernard's mouth travelled down Manny's face, licking and biting as he went, across Manny's chin to his neck, pausing for a moment to sink his teeth into the soft flesh he found there, almost drawing blood. Manny's sharp cry of pain made Bernard's erection throb even harder.
In turn Manny's hands explored Bernard's frame. Manny was constantly surprised by the body he discovered underneath Bernard's baggy clothing. The tight, firm flesh showed no evidence of the years of abuse Bernard had inflicted upon it. Manny's fingers grasped at the warm welcoming body, trailing down Bernard's back, gripping onto the warm softness of his buttocks.
Bernard could hardly contain his desire, and he communicated his needs to Manny with a simple look, they both knew what he wanted.
Bernard reached over to the bedside cabinet taking hold of the bottle of baby oil that was always located there these days, while Manny turned away from Bernard, taking up his all too familiar position.
Bernard upended the bottle, watching the oil as it slowly trickled its way over Manny's buttocks, sliding easily between them, to be guided moments later by Bernard's fingers.
He smeared the oil in slow circles, enjoying Manny's sighs of pleasure, his fingers moving in smaller and smaller circuits until, with a gentle push, his first fingertip, now well lubricated, slid easily into Manny's body.
Bernard eased his finger slowly back and forward, lubricating the hot, tight passage it occupied sliding in a second finger once he judged the way was sufficiently prepared.
And then Bernard could wait no longer, his fingers slid out easily from their temporary home and Bernard, pausing for a moment to rub the left over oil along his erection, guided his pulsating cock into Manny's well lubricated body, watching himself slowly disappearing inside the other man.
Manny gasped sharply as he felt himself being entered, being stretched so completely, thrilling at the knowledge that it was Bernard deep inside him.
With his hands on Manny's hips Bernard began to move in slow deliberate strokes, moving deeper inside the man with each forward thrust, until his cock was completely buried in that exciting and welcoming tunnel.
Bernard slid one hand across Manny's hip and down his stomach until he found Manny's erection, throbbing along with his own. He wrapped a skilful hand around it, moving it in time with his thrusts, which were becoming harder and more urgent.
Manny knew from experience that it wouldn't be long now before Bernard exploded, spilling himself inside the other man, the thought almost causing Manny to climax straight away.
Bernard's breathing was becoming heavy, breaths mingled with moans and with soft cries of pleasure. Manny knew what would push Bernard over the edge, and he gave it to him, his voice heavy with desire.
"Oh god Bernard fuck me, fuck me hard," Manny's voice shook with the ever increasing pounding of Bernard's body into his, "I want to feel you come inside me.."
Manny's words were cut short by Bernard's sudden exclamation of joy as his body shook with an overpowering orgasm; Bernard's fingers gripped Manny even tighter masturbating the man hard as he continued to come inside him. It only took moments of Bernard's urging grip to cause Manny's own cries to mingle with that of his lover, his cock throbbing heavily beneath Bernard's grip as it spewed out its hot desperate load.
The men collapsed together onto the bed, spent and panting. They lay quietly listening to each other breaths and heartbeats as they began to return to a normal rhythm.
Bernard leaned over to Manny, brushing a tender kiss as soft as butterfly wings across his lips before, in one fluid motion, he left the bed, scooped up his clothing and was gone. Leaving Manny to crawl exhausted but satisfied underneath his duvet.
Manny had already cooked breakfast and laid the table by the time Bernard stumbled down the stairs. Barely acknowledging Manny's presence Bernard reached for his cup of tea and slice of toast. Letting the warm sweet liquid slide down his throat, before taking a large bite from the jam covered bread.
"Bernard?" Manny's tone was low, and after getting no reply he assumed that Bernard had not heard him. He cleared his throat and tried again, this time a little louder.
"Err Bernard, can we talk?"
Bernard sighed; he put down his cup and looked at Manny. This was the last thing he needed at this hour of the day, why couldn't Manny just let him have his breakfast in peace?
"What is it Manny?" The impatience was obvious in Bernard's tone and Manny hesitated for a moment, but things had to be said, and now he had begun he might as well get it over with.
"I think we need to talk."
"We talk all the time."
"Yes, I know, but this, well it's different isn't it. I mean.. I NEED to talk to you, you know about how things are.. with us and everything."
Bernard's expression gave nothing away so Manny ploughed on.
"It's not that I don't enjoy your, erm, night time visits. I DO, you know that, but then, the next day you act like, well like nothings happened. You never mention it, nothing. I just need to know where I stand, how exactly do you see us?"
Bernard smiled, his dimples coming into full effect, as he rose from his seat. He moved over to Manny and placed one hand tenderly on that mans shoulder looking down at him, his smile never faltering.
"Oh Manny," Bernard breathed softly, "I haven't got a clue what you're talking about."
With that Bernard turned to pick up his tea and toast and sauntered off into the shop to begin the business of the day.
Manny sighed. He should have known better. Now he was left with a tough decision. What was he to do the next time Bernard turned up at his bedroom door? Could he continue with this strange arrangement, or next time would he have the strength to turn Bernard away?