"Alan?"
"Yes," said Alan in a low, tired growl.
"Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me? This old fool..."
"You're a fantastic, amazing man, and I'm..."
"You're what?" Alan, lying on his stomach and head facing away from Ben, turned his head and looked up at the ginger, shooting him an eyebrow.
"Nothing," Ben hesitated. "No bother."
"Oh, dear," sighed Alan. "You've fallen and fallen hard."
"I don't know what you're talking about,", said Ben as he took Alan's hand in his and pecked it with kisses.
"You're in love, you cheesy bastard." Alan pushed himself up to sit upright, watching Ben while sitting on his heels. Both men were naked, yet modestly covered with bedsheets. "I been thinking about you nonstop, since the last time we hung out."
"Same here. I don't know what it is about you..."
"I'm hot," said Alan in a seductive tone, and Ben couldn't help but chuckle.
"Yes, you are. You've managed to wear me out!"
"I think we've worn one another out."
About a hour before, they'd experienced the best sex either one of them would ever have. Neither Alan or Ben had sexual encounters with anyone of the same sex before this night, and, surprisingly enough, not even with their own wives or prior lovers.
"Why did that feel so good? Why does this feel amazing?"
"Either it's out of love, or we were extremely horny," Alan replied. The older man then sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window overlooking much of midtown. Ben crept behind him, wrapping his thighs around Alan's hips and his arms around the waist. Ben nestled his face into Alan's neck planting light kisses and taking in the scent; Alan smelled like sweat and sex, making Ben's prick slightly harden in arousal.
"Can't we stay like this forever?"
"Now you're starting to sound like a lovey-dovey schoolgirl. Maybe I should go-" Before Alan could get up to put on clothes and leave the room, Ben tightened his grip around Alan's torso.
"You... are not... going... anywhere. Not until we've had another go."
"I have a presentation in three hours that I need to prepare for."
"And we can have another hour to ourselves before you leave this room."
"Why must you do this to me?" Alan asked in a desperate tone.
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Your voice is as dangerous as mine."
"Explains why the fucking was so good." Both men chuckled, and after resting for another ten minutes, took the rest of the hour and made love once again. It was gentle, slow, lazy, with Ben on top, riding Alan, Alan stroking Ben's cock until he spilled his seed onto Alan's stomach. Alan, lying on his back, thrusted into Ben a few times before coming inside of him.
The couple took a few more minutes to come down from the ecstasy, and finally got out of bed, Alan clothing himself while Ben popped into the master bathroom for a quick shower.
With Ben occupied, Alan sat back down on the edge of the bed, thinking over the events prior. What my wife would think if I told her about this, Alan thought. She'd probably have Ben move in! He then smiled at the thought of seeing Ben naked as he did, spent from the beautiful love they made, glistened in sweat and ejaculate. He'd never seen a man so beautiful before, and didn't think he'd ever see another or the remainder of his years. It's a wonder I haven't scared him away...
At the end of that thought, Ben exited the room, a towel wrapped around his hips. "I thought you'd left by now."
Alan stood up, walked over to Ben, and, with both hands holding each side of Ben's sculpted face, kissed him deeply. Although the kiss would only last lest than 30 seconds, it felt like an eternity for both men. "I hope we see each other again."
"I have a great feeling we will, and there's no guarantee that the headboards on either of our beds will survive next time."
Alan couldn't help the wide grin growing on his face, making his eyes smile and dance with deviant delight. Running his thick fingers through Ben's ginger curls, he grabbed a handful and gently pulled Ben's head back, exposing his bare, lean, wet neck. Alan then planted his mouth onto the left side, sucking and nibbling at Ben's pale skin until it left a mark Alan was satisfied with. Ben bit his lip as he stared at Alan with lust.
"You're mine," said Alan in a low snarl. "No one else can claim you, not even that jezebel you had in here earlier."
"I understand, sir," said Ben.
"No need to be formal, young one."
