Bliss Over Justice
by l'Ciel 04.Dec.2003
When he rubbed his erected cock against the man's thigh, he knew it was wrong. He knew he should have killed him, or at least told the others he was still alive. But he had never done so and now was a rather bad moment. A wet, hot mouth closed over his parted lips and he sucked the tongue of his lover into his mouth. Groaning, they sank down onto the carpet, he on top. His lover arched his back and spread his legs wide to grant him better access. It was by far not their first time, more a daily routine, but he never got enough of the view of his lover under him, over him, behind or before him, in whatever position, even without sex involved. The man had so much gotten a part of his life, that he could not imagine it without him. When he came home after work, when he went to bed and when he woke up, before he left for work. He even had brought them their own little island north-west of Glasgow.
Right now he only could think of the heat and tightness, that would surround him soon. Only seconds distanced him from pure bliss, his lover's arms slung around him, breathing shallow.
But they would never be able to hold hands in public, or even set a foot on the main island without risking their lives. He already looked forward to their annual holidays in America!!!
Oh, how he loved the man in his arms! Even if it was so twisted and wrong, it just felt right.
by l'Ciel 04.Dec.2003
When he rubbed his erected cock against the man's thigh, he knew it was wrong. He knew he should have killed him, or at least told the others he was still alive. But he had never done so and now was a rather bad moment. A wet, hot mouth closed over his parted lips and he sucked the tongue of his lover into his mouth. Groaning, they sank down onto the carpet, he on top. His lover arched his back and spread his legs wide to grant him better access. It was by far not their first time, more a daily routine, but he never got enough of the view of his lover under him, over him, behind or before him, in whatever position, even without sex involved. The man had so much gotten a part of his life, that he could not imagine it without him. When he came home after work, when he went to bed and when he woke up, before he left for work. He even had brought them their own little island north-west of Glasgow.
Right now he only could think of the heat and tightness, that would surround him soon. Only seconds distanced him from pure bliss, his lover's arms slung around him, breathing shallow.
But they would never be able to hold hands in public, or even set a foot on the main island without risking their lives. He already looked forward to their annual holidays in America!!!
Oh, how he loved the man in his arms! Even if it was so twisted and wrong, it just felt right.