The contentment of having his drawers being toss aside brings a deep rush of crimson to Kung Lao's cheeks, but his satisfaction is obvious as well.
Bare skin presses against bare skin, conjuring feels like never before. It feels poisonously good, a loud moan escaping Kung Lao. "Gods!" Liu Kang gasps, as he'd been holding his breathe. Kung Lao looks up at his face to see it is, too, flushed with pleasure. He tilts his head, noticing how handsome his friend looks a soft shade of red glowing in his tan skin. Liu Kang looks down.
Their lips paste together in mortal hunger, Kung Lao's hand pressed against Liu Kang's cheek. Temptation is beyond them now. The monks are to far to turn back—to want to turn back—now.
Their hard members press together as their lips do, causing a further pleasure and desperation to the heated kiss. Kung Lao bites down, grasping Liu Kang's bottom lip between his lip and pulls gently. The monk's hips snap forward causing ecstasy to shake through Kung Lao's body. He releases Liu Kang's lip to press his head against the floor. "Please," he begs breathlessly. His voice is shay and lust-filled and his 'problem' aching desperately.
"Gods," Liu Kang moans. Kung Lao feels his body's fires build as he hears the hoarse edge to the man's voice. But then again it seems like everything about Liu Kang is setting his body in a desire-felt fire.
Liu Kang pulls Kung Lao's feet onto his shoulders, pulling the monk closer. Sudden nervousness pokes the shorter haired monk. This is his first time, and he hasn't the slightest idea what it will be like. He fears he will ruin the moment. He looks into Liu Kang's eyes and sees his sea green eyes betray the same, but there is also eagerness and confidence.
It makes Kung Lao happy to see his friend want him so bad and the confidence gives him confidence. But that is rather short-lived when Kung Lao feels hard flesh touch his entrance. It pokes at him as if teasing or hesitant, he can't tell, but it drives a new height of pleasure upon him either way. "Gods," Kung Lao whispers, pressing his head against the floor. But he's quick to groan in pain when he feels the tip behind to intrude. He had imagined it would hurt, but this is more so then he believed.
Liu Kang grips his legs with a bruising grip, his patience peeling away. Kung Lao is thankful his friend still has enough self-control to wait for him to try to adjust. "Relax," Liu Kang whispers, his voice pleading. Kung Lao gazes into his friend's sea green eyes, and Liu Kang meets the gaze, pushing inward again.
This time Kung Lao yelps loudly as he feels more slip in. He gushes out a breath feeling the pain sting his insides. "Is this okay?" Liu Kang questions, alarmed at the outburst.
"Yes!" Kung Lao pants. He doesn't want to stop, but is hesitant and almost afraid to continue. A breathy moan escapes his mouth as Liu Kang slowly inches forward. The monk's chest constricts with pain, causing him to tighten more. "You have to relax."
"That's easy for you to say," Kung Lao retorts. "You—" Liu Kang's fingers grip around Kung Lao's erection, breaking off the words with a loud moan. More follow shamelessly as Liu Kang pumps the member and teases the leaking tip. Kung Lao's tension begins to fade away as he falls victim to his friend's handy work. "Bastard!" he shouts as Liu Kang slips more of himself inside.
It feels terribly unnatural to be stretched so much from the intrusion, and Kung Lao finds himself wanting to be free. But this is what he wanted. He resists wanting to pull away from the pain. "It won't hurt much longer," Liu Kang promises, filling further. Kung Lao clenches his teeth, holding back a retort and tries to focus elsewhere instead.
Liu Kang provides just the distraction as he begins to pumps Kung Lao's member more furiously. The monk worries his lip, trying not to be too loud, but it's terribly difficult seeing as his friend's hand is successfully driving him over the edge. "Hey!" he protests when Liu Kang's hand suddenly leaves his member weeping with desire of release. "Not yet." With that spoken, the monk begins to slowly push forward and pull back. Kung Lao clenches his fists white, until Liu Kang's hard member pressing into something that screams pleasure into him. A loud moan spills from his lips at the sensation. The pain is steadily replaced by the pleasure Liu Kang had promised.
The monk snaps his hips forward at a hungry pace. The sound of flesh slapping sounds in the air along side the grunts and moans.
Liu Kang drives himself deep into his friend's flesh to pull and repeat. The pleasure of Kung Lao's muscles gripping him loosely seems to beg from him to keep thrusting inside. Beads of sweat quickly begin to dribble down the monk's back as he keeps up his pace. His hand finds its way back to Kung Lao's hard member again. He grips it, pumping it hard and fast. It takes only a few moments before it's enough to send Kung Lao over the edge. He shouts, coming hard into Liu Kang's hand.
The offset of his release causes Kung Lao's muscles to contract, tightening and loosening around Liu Kang's erection. The monk snaps his hips forward and pushes his pulsing member as deep inside as he can, spilling his seed inside. Kung Lao arches his back to meet the release and pinches his teeth together to hold back a loud moan when the release pushes Liu Kang now limp member out.
Kung Lao remains motionless, trying to catch is breath as Liu Kang collapses beside him. "I'm glad we didn't do that on the bed," he pants. His friend chuckles in a breathless way. "It would have been worth it." Kung Lao smiles as he feels lips press fondly against his forward.
"I love you." The words tumble out. Liu Kang sea green eyes regard with such happiness that Kung Lao almost thinks he sees tears brim at the edge of his eyes. "I love you too," he whispers.