Tyson closed the door to his Maxy's room. He made sure to lock it. Max was
sitting on the bed. He had already stripped and was looking hungrily at
Tyson. 'Come on Ty! What's taking you so long!' Tyson turned and looked at
Max, a smile playing on his features. He shed his way to baggy clothes. His
lean muscular body now out in the open. This was a sight only Max could see
the real form of Tyson, his Tyson.
Tyson shifted Max so that he was lying on the bed. He climbed on top of Max, lowering his head. He captured Max lips. He pushed them apart with his tongue demanding entrance. They battled for dominance for a minute. Before Max gave in as usual. Tyson's arms were tracing lines on Max's sides. Max let out a small moan.
(Max POV)
He was getting hard already. He just could not help it. Tyson just seemed to turn him on. He was just perfect: Loving, caring, and sexy. However, that is just to name a few. All of a sudden, Tyson climbed off the bed.
(Tyson POV)
I climbed off Max. I wanted to see something...different then usual. I hope Max will play along. I sat in the chair facing the bed. I stared at the beauty that was my lover. His eyes were still closed. Lips parted, head lifted trying to find me. His eyes opened a crack then grew wide seeing I was not there. He looked to the door it still had the chain on it. Meaning I did not go out the door. He looked the other way and stared at me.
"Tyson?"
"Maxy I want you to show me what you do to pleasure yourself."
(Max POV)
Max blinked a few times at this. Why did Tyson want me to pleasure myself? The whole point of being together is to pleasure each other. Right?
"Well Max."
"Um...ok..."
Max looked down and closed his eyes. He was picturing what he thought they should have been doing. He grabbed his cock and slowly started to pump himself. As the image intensified so did his pace. His other hand traveled down and started playing with his balls.
(Tyson POV)
I looked at my angel. This was more fulfilling then I had imagined, his hands stroking himself. His lips parted, a moan passing through them. I was stroking myself. How could I not? He was just gorgeous and this was just erotic.
(Max POV)
I could feel myself reaching my climax. I slowed down my strokes, holding it off, teasing myself. I whimpered. I opened my eyes to see Tyson. I saw him staring at me. His eyes glazed, his hand stroking himself absently. I shut my eyes. I could not hold on any longer, I orgasm screaming out his name. I heard my name being yelled by Tyson. I wanted to see his face but my eyelids were to heavy to open.
(Normal POV)
Tyson sat back in the chair, chest heaving. He looked at Max who collapsed on the bed. He dragged himself off the chair. He moved to the bed. Laying down he pulled Max to him.
Max smiled feeling the familiar warmth of his lover. He could not complain too much. Next time Tyson was performing for him. He smiled and snuggled deeper into Tyson.
Meanwhile... in Rei's room...
Tyson shifted Max so that he was lying on the bed. He climbed on top of Max, lowering his head. He captured Max lips. He pushed them apart with his tongue demanding entrance. They battled for dominance for a minute. Before Max gave in as usual. Tyson's arms were tracing lines on Max's sides. Max let out a small moan.
(Max POV)
He was getting hard already. He just could not help it. Tyson just seemed to turn him on. He was just perfect: Loving, caring, and sexy. However, that is just to name a few. All of a sudden, Tyson climbed off the bed.
(Tyson POV)
I climbed off Max. I wanted to see something...different then usual. I hope Max will play along. I sat in the chair facing the bed. I stared at the beauty that was my lover. His eyes were still closed. Lips parted, head lifted trying to find me. His eyes opened a crack then grew wide seeing I was not there. He looked to the door it still had the chain on it. Meaning I did not go out the door. He looked the other way and stared at me.
"Tyson?"
"Maxy I want you to show me what you do to pleasure yourself."
(Max POV)
Max blinked a few times at this. Why did Tyson want me to pleasure myself? The whole point of being together is to pleasure each other. Right?
"Well Max."
"Um...ok..."
Max looked down and closed his eyes. He was picturing what he thought they should have been doing. He grabbed his cock and slowly started to pump himself. As the image intensified so did his pace. His other hand traveled down and started playing with his balls.
(Tyson POV)
I looked at my angel. This was more fulfilling then I had imagined, his hands stroking himself. His lips parted, a moan passing through them. I was stroking myself. How could I not? He was just gorgeous and this was just erotic.
(Max POV)
I could feel myself reaching my climax. I slowed down my strokes, holding it off, teasing myself. I whimpered. I opened my eyes to see Tyson. I saw him staring at me. His eyes glazed, his hand stroking himself absently. I shut my eyes. I could not hold on any longer, I orgasm screaming out his name. I heard my name being yelled by Tyson. I wanted to see his face but my eyelids were to heavy to open.
(Normal POV)
Tyson sat back in the chair, chest heaving. He looked at Max who collapsed on the bed. He dragged himself off the chair. He moved to the bed. Laying down he pulled Max to him.
Max smiled feeling the familiar warmth of his lover. He could not complain too much. Next time Tyson was performing for him. He smiled and snuggled deeper into Tyson.
Meanwhile... in Rei's room...