A/N: Many, many thanks to you the readers for your patience
& to Leydhawk for your wonderful help, input & patience on this long awaited chapter.
& to Keryl Raist - some of these words are borrowed from you.

NOTE: This chapter s self - entitled - bring a fan - oh, and a comfortable chair.

The night, after all, is still young for our couple.


Together, they lock up the house for the night, the golden silence enveloping them like their own personal cloud even as hands meet on door handles, connect between the next window or door latch that needs checking, hungry gazes swallowing each other again and again. Their arms wrapped around each other, they make their way upstairs, reaching the bedroom in a near breathless state of anticipation and a rising heat licking at the reins of their self-control.

Leroy smiles hungrily without speaking while he slides his hands up the younger man's chest over the soft fabric of the pullover Tim's wearing and slowly slips one of the three small stubborn buttons out of the hole before moving his hands down to the second one. Their eyes locked on each other, bathed in matching ardor, warmth and anticipation, there's a delicious tension building between them that nearly sparkles tangibly in the air as Leroy spreads the shirt wide revealing the younger man's bare chest underneath that row of buttons now undone. With a look of pure want, the older man moves his hands to slip the shirt up, his fingers blazing trails over Tim's torso with his fingers and his palms.

Warmed all the way down to his soul by the genuine emotion he clearly sees in his lover's expression and has already felt in their connection, Tim leans into his touch, cooperatively raising his arms, giving his lover the room to snake the fabric up off his shoulders, just long enough to clear them before bringing his hands down in front of him, letting the shirt slide off the rest of the way off and drop to the floor, no longer a barrier between them.

With a heated look, Leroy bends down and tenderly kisses him in a trail that brings him back up the younger man's neck, on up to his ear, searing his lover in every spot while his hands lock around Tim's waist, anchoring him at the same time.

Mentally head slapping himself, Tim feels his body's pure physical reaction slip from his control in very short order, a wave of self-inflicted disappointment hitting him without conscious thought as his pants become uncomfortably tight and his breathing quickens in his chest.

Watching heatedly, the grey-haired man sees, hears and feels his lover react to him: the way the young man's breathing quickens, his body beginning to tremble, his package swelling and as Leroy reads Tim perfectly when his eyes alternate between the younger man's engaging gaze, the almost invisible line of concern in his forehead and the unmistakable evidence of his yearning for him. Leroy feels his own pulses jump and the need to seize the moment. With his long-honed iron-enforced control over his libido, the sensual smile he offers Tim as his own heart beats wildly in his chest now, heats things up even more.

Tim's lost in the haze of it all. Somewhere between his passion fueled endless appetite for this man and his lover's own uninhibited responses to the heat and attraction between them, there's a place where time stands still and more pleasure is felt and given back in spades. It's in Leroy's secret smile for him and in his touch, his attention and his never wavering gaze full of his own heart-felt emotions. Here in that place, Tim's mind can only wrap itself around the moment, losing itself in it all as ardor reasserts it's stronghold and the exquisite pleasure sends tendrils up and down his spine, blocking the rest of the world out.

Unable to resist touching this man he loves so unexpectedly, yet completely, Leroy runs his strong and calloused, yet gentle hands over Tim's chest once more, feeling the heat of that tender, appealing bare skin under his touch. He keeps his eyes glued to those, pupils dilated and darkened with arousal, enjoying every second of this. Dipping in for a kiss, Leroy immediately feels a wave of unquenchable thirst wash through him when he tastes Tim's sweet nectar. Bringing one hand up, he tenderly pulls the young man's head even closer, melding their mouths together even tighter as he turns up the heat of the moment, drinking from it, all that his lover is giving back, determined to chase any conscious thought outside of pleasure from his lover's mind

Tim can't breathe as he feels a jolt of electricity run up and down his spine when Leroy pulls him in closer and locks his mouth firmly on his, the older man's tongue searching and teasing, sensual and so arousing and breathtaking. As a shudder of anticipation and ecstasy rips through him, he bites back a moan of sensual pleasure on overload, when the older man gently withdraws from the kiss but doesn't go far, his lips tenderly kissing his jaw line.

The silver haired man his movements painstakingly slow, frames his lover's face while leaning in once more to kiss him. As their lips meet again and the dance resumes, this time slow and easy, the tension in Leroy's body is steadily mounting even while he pushes himself further, easing back from the kiss unexpectedly. With labored breathing, he offers his lover another heated look just before he leans down and tenderly kisses Tim's pulse point at the juncture of his throat and collar bone and follows that up in a trail that brings him back up the younger man's neck and on up to his ear. While his hands lock around Tim's waist, anchoring him as they settle their groins together with mutual moans of pleasure escaping from their lips, he lets his touch sear every spot on the tender column of skin with intense heat, getting lost in the sensual thrill of driving them higher toward that point of no return.

Tim's eyes glaze and close, his breathing ragged and harsh as he arches, pressing himself into the older man's touch without conscious thought or effort, a soft moan escaping his lips from the indescribable wave of pure pleasure intensifying with every point of contact. He feels yet another jolt of electricity run up and down his spine with the older man's tongue branding touch, so sensually arousing and breathtaking; he wants to stay here, locked with Leroy in this moment forever. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he won't last much longer without climaxing so hard he'll be seeing stars. Needing to catch his breath, however, Tim pulls back from the kiss, his hands restlessly caressing his lover's arms where he's holding him, as the wave of want roars through his veins. He won't last like this. Offering a rueful shake of his head, he begs off with a hungry moan. "I REALLY need a cold shower right now."

His expression a mix of thirst for more, anticipation and sympathy, his lover nods but says nothing, his own breathing harsh and ragged, his inner fires stoked almost too high. Leroy watches Tim step back and around him to the bathroom, his steps quick and deliberate as if he's anxious to put some space between them. The older man finds himself smiling softly at Tim's desperation but he lets him be, giving him the space he needs to literally cool his jets.

Trembling with a need that had been steadily climbing for the past few minutes, Tim's in the shower, cold water pounding down on him, before he feels his breath calm down once again. God, that was heaven! Feeling himself falling so completely while in his lover's arms is so incredible, he wishes he could stay in those moments forever. Caught up in the wave of euphoria so strong, even cold water can't chase it away, Tim's mind locks on one thought. God, I love you, Leroy!

While he's waiting, Leroy sets a little more mood by turning down the lights, pulling down the bedding and bringing out the things they'll need to play. Now, they won't have to do any of that later. As he's doing this, his thoughts center on how much he does or doesn't want to torture Tim with things that easily turn him so hot, they're guaranteed to make him fly off that edge very quickly; such as watching Leroy undress or helping him get there. That decision made, he undresses completely, all the way down to his boxers as his thoughts lock onto his mission; his promise to his lover: Ride the edge, force yourself, Marine, draw it out for Tim.

Making quick work of calming his libido down, Tim is equally quick to turn off the shower, climb out, dry off and wrap the towel around his waist before he heads back to his love, unwilling to keep him waiting very long. As he walks back into the bedroom, his heart up in his throat, the change in setting with the soft light from the lamp casting a romantic feel into the room is enough to turn up the heat again his eyes once more locking on his lover, standing stock still with nothing on except his boxers. Almost in tandem, their breaths seem to quicken in vivid anticipation. The younger man's eyes remain drawn to those of his lover's - those oceans of blue now darkened with blatant thirst for more. He stares unabashedly, drinking in the bottomless anticipation and rapaciousness in Leroy's eyes as they hold his own without wavering.

What he sees before him now steals Leroy's breath away. Even with the cold shower, there's no doubt his lover's more than ready for him. Completely unaware of just how stunning he looks right now, Tim's blatantly captivated by their shared gaze, his eyes, bright green oceans of pure unadulterated carnal want and anticipation watching him with unmistakable intensity and love. The depth of what's here in this moment between them nearly stops the older man's heart even while the sound of his lover's fractured, unsteady breathing fills the air.

As his eyes move to take in their fill of gorgeousness: the sight of his desirable lover wearing nothing more than the towel wrapped around his waist with water still glistening on his skin in places is so hot, Leroy has to bite his tongue to keep from moaning in raw need. The young man is so damned gorgeous! He's still trim, fit and so attractive, the older man feels like he is being scorched! It's all he can do to rein in his raging need to bury his own rod so hard and full already, deep inside the delectable sheath that is Tim in the flesh. Taking a deep breath, he raggedly lets it out and finally manages to speak, albeit in a tone that's thick and nearly choked. "C'mere?"

It might be the look of raw want and anticipation he sees in those cobalt blue eyes or it might be that tone of voice that sends shivers of unbridled lust through him. Whatever it is has Tim moving without hesitation, a ripple of anticipation sending a tremor through him as he steps into those strong, waiting arms, the hot and comforting hands drawing him closer, bringing trails of fiery pleasure everywhere they touch. He bites back a moan of sensual ecstasy overfilled, wanting everything that comes next with Leroy at the helm of this journey.

Leroy reaches out and grasps Tim's head, gently pulling him closer still, their mouths finding each other once more for another breath-stealing round of dancing and dueling tongues as he wraps Tim's upper body with one strong arm to hold him still while his other hand dips low enough to grasp the towel's edges and rip it away.

Tim's skin is flush and hot already, his thickening, throbbing member, now freed from the confines of the towel, hot, heavy and already leaking pre-cum, aching to bury itself in something warm and tight. He can't stop the lustful moan that escapes his lips as the cooler air hits his nether region just right, sending a shiver of pleasure up his spine.

Immediately, Leroy moves to tenderly cup his lover, cradling his balls as he strokes the gorgeous still thickening warm muscle with the tip of his thumb while ghosting his lover's golden spot just beneath it, using his fourth finger with a barely there touch.

"Leroy!" The sensual exclamation rips from his throat as Tim fights to catch his breath, the wave of pleasure crashing through him with no end in sight. He's lost in the sea of it all, the touch of his lover's warm fingers cradling him and caressing him adding so much fuel to the fire, his knees nearly buckle from underneath him.

With barely held control, Leroy tightens his supportive hands to offset Tim's knees giving out on him, he leans even closer. "Mmm. Perfect, Tim." He murmurs into the young man's ear just before he nuzzles him at his throat while he moves one hand to begin hungrily mapping out fresh trails over the landscape of his lover's upper, middle and lower back. Panting with his own hunger nearly out of control, all thoughts, it seems, of keeping Tim on the edge, are gone, at least for the moment, the desperate need to taste touch and inspire sensual response from the superb body beneath him, carrying him away. His love's own appetite is obvious in his darkened eyes and the way he can't stop licking his lips. He's so breathtaking this turned on that it's all Leroy can do to keep things on slow burn instead of dropping all control and ravaging him right now.

Tim begins to feel the trembling in his limbs, feels the tension building in his thighs with the relentless caressing and teasing; the feeling driving him on that his throbbing rod desperately needs to imbed itself into something warm and tight and it needs it now! "LEROY! NEED …." His keening wail fills the air around them, "Just let me come already!"

"Not yet, babe. I gotcha. You can do this." Leroy doesn't know how much more of this he can take himself without losing control of his own need to have his lover under him, to be inside him, stroking him, filling him. Gritting his teeth for a long minute, he feels his own cock continue to throb almost painfully with arousal. Harnessing his self-control even tighter he goes back to concentrating on Tim, running his hands upwards on the young man's chest and let his fingers close around his already hardened nipples as he gently rolls them and tweaks them

Standing at full attention, balls drawing up tight, Tim is about sixty seconds from cumming, the ability to think outside of this moment already long gone from his head. Another sensual moan escapes from his throat and he closees his eyes, the wave of wanting and desperation to be one with his lover so overpowering as it floods his senses yet again. "Oh, God, Leroy!"

Bringing both hands to the younger man's waist, Leroy immediately raises one up to cup one hand against Tim's cheek murmuring huskily as he feels Tim's trembling and realizes just how deeply this sweet-natured, giving lover is falling toward the edge "Easy, Tim. I gotcha." He smiles tenderly when his lover responds by opening his gorgeous green eyes to look at him. Leroy nearly shudders in complete and utter awe when his eyes take in the raw emotion in those shining green orbs offering him Tim's soul for the taking. Somehow, he manages to harness this nearly out of control fire by refocusing on the young man himself. "So beautiful!" Leroy murmurs with genuine appreciation and he steps back enough to lure Tim to the bed, gently tugging him in the right direction while staying right with him, the physical connection unbroken.

Still trembling with an overload of need for release, Tim's breathing is harsh and ragged as he allows himself to be sat on the bed, complying without effort as his lover gently lays him down. Feeling the physical waves of sensations begin to ebb enough that he can finally think, Tim lets his head fall back as he melts into the mattress as if he's gone boneless, letting Leroy have complete control. He's rewarded for his trust when his lover, smiling lovingly at him, slips another pillow under his head, patting it so the younger man knows to rise up so he can see what's going on and gently kisses him with invitation and pure adoration, the older, firmer lips making love to his mouth with a tenderness he feels all the way down to his soul.

Leroy follows him down, laving beside him as he licks and nips the younger man's mouth, pushing his tongue into the sweet, willing warmth, his invasion slow, tender and calming. He wants Tim to find peace within himself for who he is and how his body reacts so he grabs this moment to check in with how his lover's feeling with all this intensity when the plan is to stretch it out as long as possible for him. Raising himself up on one elbow, he cards Tim's hair with his fingers as he quietly asks him. "Okay?"

Tim nods, his breathing still ragged and his eyes still bright and wide.

"Sure you're okay with this?"

"Anything with you, Leroy." Tim's soul-deep offer of infinite trust is humbling.

Leroy lets his eyes caress the younger man's luscious body. In a moment of overwhelming awe, he swallows hard around the lump in his throat, The need to speak into this moment has him reiterating what's in store for this man he loves dearly. "Gonna take us as far as we can go together, love."

His lover smiles at the promise and the love within it, but Tim's expression shows he's becoming nervous already, so the older man leans over, once again claiming that mouth for his own exploration, letting his hands continue thier own path of adoration and admiration. He skims lightly over Tim's hard nipples, but doesn't linger, knowing full well that he can make him come just with that. Reclaiming that mouth, he offers what he needs and accepts all he's given in response, quenching his never ending hunger, moaning against the tender, swollen lips, relentlessly in response as Tim gives back into the dance now, at times, becoming the aggressor, until they have to pull away from each other; both spent, gasping for breath.

The way Leroy's touching him is leaving trails of fire on Tim's chest. His breath is already speeding up and he's aching with need. When his lover moves to his neck, gently worrying the skin below his ear, Tim bites his lip, concerned that he's not going to last, even with his lover being careful not to overstimulate him. The last thing he wants is to fall anytime soon when Leroys pouring so much of himself into this.

Leroy smiles softly at him, obviously not missing any of it. The next thing out of his mouth turns up the heat a little more, his husky tone going straight to Tim's already awakened libido. "Relax. No expectations here. All right?"

His lover's roughened yet tender fingers caress his cheek helps Tim relax and he nods, the golden near-silence tightening the blanket of near mindless ecstasy around them.

"Don't hold back. Just go with it – no matter what it is." Leroy coaxes further, his fingers now carding Tim's hair and his lips dropping scorching touches along his jawline. "Want you close your eyes, luv - let yourself feel."

"Feel." Tim moans quietly as he mentally marvels at the possibilities of where his lover wants to go with him.

"That's right. Feel – everything as I watch you cum – after I make you work for it."

"Oh, God! Leroy" Tim moans as the image instantly floods his brain – and his already hard cock.

"That's it, luv. Let it out. just let it happen." Leroy reminds him "We'll stop when you say so. All right?"

Swallowing hard around the overflow of emotions that are filling him, Tim nods softly, uncertainty in his own ability not to lose it too soon, etched in his expression.

"When you get too close but you're not ready to let go , concentrate on something technical that only you are good at," Leroy whispers encouragingly, romantically letting his tender touches drift down towards the young man's chest. Tim nods again, still at a loss for words. Even the suggestion is enough to distract him, and he considers all the technical things he could concentrate on when he needs to.

Then Leroy tenderly cups him, gently running his thumb tip over the enlarged, throbbing head and he cries out. "Oh God!"

The older man merely continues on, letting his hands and fingers wander to Tim's balls, stroking and cupping them, rubbing lightly on his perineum, listening to the whimpers his lover is letting out. Moving things along, Leroy kisses Tim again, taking full possession of his mouth more demandingly than ever before, mentally rejoicing when Tim is soon writhing restlessly while his hands grip the bedsheets. "Beautiful." He murmurs again, his favorite way to let Tim know how much he treasures him and exactly what he thinks of him in these special uninhibited moments. Without stopping, he moves his ministrations down to Tim's chest and lightly licks and blows on Tim's nipples, deliberately keeping his lover feeling as much pleasure as he can bestow on him

Lost in the overpowering wave of breath-stealing pleasure roaring through his veins, Tim's hands convulse on the sheets as he wantonly writhes and arches, his head tossing on the pillow. Hearing his lover murmur that endearment to him again sets his soul on fire. His heartfelt cry for more rips from his throat "Leroy!"

"That's it, Tim." Leroy urges gravelly, his self-control nearly incinerated with the heart-stopping sight of his lover coming undone before his eyes and at his own hands, the likes of which are fast becoming a drug Leroy can't get enough of. His own breathing ragged, his emotions escape from his lips, "God, you're so beautiful! You like that?"

"God! Yes!" Tim agrees in ragged breaths, feeling more pleasured than he's ever experienced in his adult life before. His hips are rising in search for more and his mind is focused on the pleasure he can't get enough of "Don't… stop!"

Leroy moves one hand to grip Tim's sac in just the right place to stop any chance of him going over the edge just yet. Dropping his ministrations down to tender touches up and down Tim's throat along with whisper soft kisses, he waits for Tim's frantic breathing to calm once more before running his finger alongside the young man's cheek, knowing it will inspire his lover to open his eyes and look at him.

The tender touch at his cheek has Tim turning into the touch, his eyes opening on their own. "God, Leroy!" He murmurs even as he fights to calm his inner hunger for more .

"Okay?"

"God, yes!" He shifts restlessly on the bed, his hands reaching for his lover. "Wanna touch you, hold you."

"Wanna go higher?"

"Oh, God! Yes!" Tim moans, surging upwards to engulf Leroy's mouth in his own, his arms wrapping themselves around the older man.

Absorbing Tim's unexpected flair of insatiable ravenousness, Leroy gives back in the kiss, but lays Tim back down, following him down until they're both rolling on the bed, the pleasure too much to contain as their bodies fuse together in a frenzied moment of pure animal lust. Forcing himself to rein it in, Leroy pulls back when he gets the chance, his breath ragged and heavy, his swollen rod more than desperate to fill Tim right now. "God, Tim! That was…"

Tim smiles up at him hungrily, his insatiable appetite not yet appeased. "Leroy" He entreats almost desperately. Without further words between them,, his lover's gone from Tim's grip, his hands and mouth now taking a path just south of Tim's hardened rod with his fingers as they blaze a trail across his stomach and up his left side, back across his navel, where they dip and tease for a moment before they move on, up his right side, back across again, beginning to trail his fingers down Tim's chest, alongside his stomach and down to his upper thighs, completely ignoring his lover's already throbbing erection.

"Mmmm" Tim can't help but squirm as he pushes himself into those sensual touches he can't get enough of. "So good, Leroy! Don't stop!"

Watching Tim closely, his fingers linger their trailing firey paths all across Tim's sensitive skin. With a sensual grin on his face as he watches his lover squirm under his caresses, he finally lets his fingers travel back to Tim's nether region, ghosting everywhere over it with a barely there sensation he knows drives Tim crazy.

"Oh, God, Leroy! Let me come already! Tim moans as he continues to squirm under the equisite touches that are setting him on fire.

"Easy, Tim." Leroy croons even as he pushes him a bit further. He leans down and gently blows warm air across the tip of Tim's erection, as he firmly squeezes him to ward off the ability to fly with the sensation.

"OOOH!. God! LEROY!" Tim moans loudly. "Ooh, Ooh, Need….I need…Leroy!".

His lover pushes him a bit further still, knowing it's what Tim really wants. "You want this?" Leroy teases, watching with a hint of daring in his eyes.

"Yeeess." Tim moans again, this time on a drawn out breath as another sensual shudder ripples through him. He wantonly arches forward, with a full moan of pleasure, pushing his chest more firmly into Leroy fingers, his eyes glued to those of the one driving him toward that peak once more.

Leroy runs his hands upwards on the young man's chest again, and letting his fingers close around Tim's already hardened nipples as he rolls them and tweaks them. To the breathtaking sounds of his lover's moans of pleasure and puffs of heavy breathing, he applies more pressure to his touches as he continues to tease and caress and even lap and nibble on his lover's nipples, bringing forth another low moan of ecstasy from Tim and a smile to his own features. Tonguing his lover's navel and getting a strangled groan from that, Leroy looks down and breathes softly on his prize.

"Oohhh." Tim's breath leaves his lungs in a rush of forced air as a shudder ripples up and down his spine, leaving him begging for release already. "Leroy! Lemme come already! Please!"

"Easy Tim ." His lover stops all stimulation once again, leaving the young man trembling as he immediately begins to do as Leroy told him and starts composing computer code in his mind. His eyes are squinched shut as he concentrates, and Leroy tries not to show his amusement at Tim's frowning determination even while he makes sure to encourage Tim's ability to hang on longer. "That's it, love."

When Tim has calmed once more, Leroy engulfs his prize whole, making love to it until Tim is quaking with the onslaught of his oncoming release that seems to have no stopper in sight.

Trembling under the onslaught of near painful hardness and the desperate urge for release, his balls tightened up against his body, Tim's fear rises. "Aagh, LEROY! I can't. No! I can't hold… his hands again restlessly gripping the bed as his physical body is lost in the storm of endlessly writhing and reaching for that 'right there' release.

"Easy, Tim." Leroy coaxes again as he does what he can to stop the flow, his fingers fitting just perfectly around Tim's sac to add the perfect pressure for stoppage. "There ya go, love."

Tim's so far out, he's whimpering now, even as the overwhelming sensations fade. When some of the quivering tension eases, Leroy shifts up and lays close beside him once more. He returns his fingers to starts playing with Tim's nipples again and Tim twitches violently, his eyes snapping open and turning to Leroy eagerly for his reassurance. The soft smile he sees lets him relax a little, until Leroy lets his hand drift down to once more cup his balls, rolling them lightly. Tim shudders. Then Leroy's fingers trail up the underside of his erection and Tim bites his lip as his uncertainty roars up again.

"You can do it, Tim," Leroy murmurs.

Swallowing hard as he literally fights to regain his normal breathing, Tim nods.

With a fierce kiss as a warning that he's ready to work him up again, Leroy wraps his hand around Tim's thick member once again, this time tenderly stroking in elongated strokes, up to the tip, down to the base and back up again, a fingertip flick on the opening that beckons to him.

It's only three caresses up and down before all the sensations come rushing back up from the souls of Tim's feet and he practically levitates off the bed, his back arching sharply as he cries out. "Leroy! Oh God!"

Once again, Leroy tightens his hold with thumb and forefinger at the base to prevent the younger man from coming. With his voice still gentle and full of love, he soothes his lover "Easy, Tim. You can do it." Leroy's own quickened breaths that give testament to his thin lid on what's left of his self control. The older man's first concern is Tim, though and he's quick to check on him. "How ya doin'?"

"Leroy!" Tim moans. "I want to come so bad!"

"Wanna stop? "

Tim's face hardens in stubborn determination. He ignores how he's aching for release and shakes his head in a definite answer of refusal.

The smile on Leroy's face is devilish and he rolls on top of Tim and fiercely kisses him, careful not to grind down onto him.

Tim's hips stutter and he whines into Leroy's mouth, but Leroy just stills all his movements until his lover calms again. Several minutes of nothing but warm, soft kisses along with gentle caresses up and down Tim's arms, face and neck bring some confidence back to the younger man as he loses himself in the love he feels, and the love he senses Leroy feels for him, is offering to him on this golden platter.

Rolling them so Tim is laying on top of him now, Leroy continues to caress the soft skin of his love's back and ass. He finally trails his fingers between his cheeks and starts playing with his hole. The young man jumps a little and tenses for a moment, but Leroy is just circling the pucker with his finger, not pressing inward yet. Tim relaxes slowly.

When the finger starts to work the center, though, Tim breaks their kiss to shake his head, his limbs quivering with his self-control pushed to his limits "Leroy, no"

"Talk to me." His lover coaxes lovingly, moving one hand up to card Tim's hair and the other hand begins massaging the young man's cheek along his jaw line, a look of concern etched on his face.

"I can't…. won't last if you ….touch me there right now." Tim admits, his face starting to get that shadow of shame that's so unwarranted. Leroy shakes his head.

"Just goin' with it, remember? Doesn't matter how long or short."

"Matters to me." Tim finally admits quietly.

"I know, babe." Leroy croons to him, kissing his temple and moving his fingers to run soothingly up and down his arms.

"Don't wanna go without you." Tim agitatedly insists.

"Not gonna disappoint if we fall soon, Tim" Leroy reminds him quietly, his own breathing still ragged from his almost too hot inner fire's affects . "Doin' damn good already."

"Not ready to give in." Tim pleads, his hands restlessly gripping the older man's arms for support.

"Ok." Leroy nods. "I'm gonna help you."

Tim relishes the comforting ability to believe wholeheartedly in his lover's words. Leroy doesn't lie, has never lied to Tim, that one instant of knee-jerk reaction as a need to protect Tim from his painful memories, notwithstanding. He nods without saying anything else, mentally relieved his lover's willing to keep going on the edge.

The look of absolute appreciation and anticipation is all the response Leo needs to be confident that Tim's head is still in the, right place. He reaches for the strategically placed lube and resumes his explorations, starting to prepare Tim with his fingers while gently plundering his lover's mouth with his own.

It's such an erotic thing to be spread open like this, using Leroy's own body as a resting place while those strong hands get him slick. Tim's mind is blown, his senses are overwhelmed and he's starting to twitch and unconsciously hump against Leroy's belly. From somewhere, he hears keening, unaware it's his own voice, moaning and begging for more.

"Shh. Hold still, babe," Leroy urges around the tender kisses he's plying Tim's mouth with.

Tim tries not to whimper. It feels so good. It's all he can do not to squirm into those touches, reach for more.

Leroy decides that Tim is sufficiently prepared and he pulls away from the plush, sexy mouth he's been so enjoying. "Shift back. Ride me. We've done this before, but this time, I can reach you to slow you down."

Tim inhales deeply, slowly letting it out before he moves, feeling Leroy's hands helping line up as he starts to lower himself onto his lover's thick muscle. He freezes part way down when a jolt of pleasure hits him from where the meaty head is pressing on his prostate "Oh, God, Leroy!" He whimpers this time. "That's soooo good!" He finds that he wants so badly to come that he's tempted to just sit down hard and let himself fly over the edge. He can't stop moving towards that prize!

"Tim," Leroy cautions as the younger man's movements begin to veer toward urgent. He sets his arms to hold the younger man just inches from his prize. As anticipated, his love opens his eyes and meets his heated gaze, giving him the time to quietly speak to him while still in the moment . "Steady, love. Lean forward. Shift so there's less pressure there. And breathe."

Tim does, and he carefully settles on Leroy's thighs. "Leroy..." He gasps as the pleasure encompasses his entire being in a wave so strong, he can't fight it..

"Easy, luv. I've gotcha." Leroy rubs Tim's legs, trying to relax him. It feels so good to be inside him, that he's taking his own advice and trying to breathe through the desire to buck up into the tight heat, to make Tim cry out and come hard and fast like he wants to.. But for Tim's sake, he's got the restraint to wait, although once his lover calms enough to move and he raises and lowers several times, the friction has Leroy gritting his teeth and fighting to focus on Tim, forcing himself to squeeze his own rod into painful submission, to keep himself under control.

Tim's moving up and down, concentrating on keeping this one angle that's just barely tolerable. It still feels amazing, and he's finding he's proud of himself for lasting this long. He's so lost in the moment he fails to notice his love's struggle to stay off that edge. Leroy urges him on, his tone keeping the young man keyed up and focused on the moment. "Yeah, babe! That's it. Tim!"

His pride just barely outweighs Tim's avidity to climax, however. Then those strong, loving hands he loves so much slide up his chest and start lightly flicking his nipples and he's right on the tipping point yet again. He stops moving and whines. "Leroy!"

"Easy." His lover coaxes as he brings one hand down and grips Tim at the base of his aching, twitching muscle as he pinches the nipple he's been tormenting.

"Aaaiii!" Tim howls. His body is telling him to come, to explode, but that grip Leroy's got on him won't let him. "Leroy! LEROY! LEROY! Oh! God, please, let me come!"

The fingers on his nipple still and then soothe but Tim's already sweating, and he can barely believe he's begging at the top of his voice, but feels completely comfortable with it natural as his expression of the extreme sensations he's experiencing.

Intoxicated from the experience of spinning his beloved Tim out like this, Leroy can't help but wind him up a little bit more. He reaches around and starts running his fingertips along the edge of Tim's ass where it's stretched, engulfing him where there are more nerves, and Tim soon panting and giving those involuntary hip thrusts again. His eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is hanging open. Leroy can tell he's hitting his limit, and he smiles tenderly and gives a little bump up into the heat of him, rubbing harder on the rim of Tim's ass as he feels the younger man clench in response, his body again trying to achieve orgasm.

"Leroy!" Tim moans. Leroy bumps again, and again.

"Come on, Tim, ride me again.." Leroy whispers. " You're almost there, babe. I'm almost there."

Tim's quaking again, this time barely able to function, but he tries. He rises, then falls and cries out, then does it again and again. Leroy holds him tightly, and Tim's cock is drooling, turning an angry purple-red, his balls hugging right next to the shaft. "Oh, God! Leroy! Let me cum!" He begs.

"Not yet. Little further, Tim" Leroy breathes out raggedly, as he continues to feed the flame with his tender intimate caresses. "C'mon, babe, you can do it."

"Leerooy!" Tim's moan rips through the air, desperate and hungry for more."God, lemme come, already!"

"Ride me, Tim. Reach for it!"

"Oh, GOD! LEROY!" Tim's voice has risen an octave, his physical writhing toward all that feels good a sight to see.

Captivated and hooked, wanting to travel with his lover as far as he can on this maiden voyage along the edge, Leroy urges him in a way he's never done before, his emotions mixed with his primal hunger for his lover resonating in his voice. "Lemme hear you scream, Tim!"

His next breath sounding more like a broken sob, Tim leans back so Leroy's shaft is pressing forward and he raises up once, a shuddering moan of ecstasy escaping his lips as he slides back down. Rising up once more, his downward slide this time, is met with Leroy's massive upward thrust, the restrictive grip on his erection gone as he's spread even wider with his lover's fingers.

"LEEROOYY!" It's too much! It's an instant release so intense, Tim's gone- catapulted over that edge with a primal scream as he comes harder and faster than he's ever experienced in his life, his body practically convulsing, his head falling back on his neck, his heart beating wildly in his chest as the world goes white behind his eyes.

Holding onto him, Leroy's amazed as much as he is nearly gone over himself. Watching Tim completely come apart so deeply in his arms like never before is the most breathtakingly beautiful sight he's ever seen, so gorgous! Words can't describe it or the roar that escapes from his own lungs when his own monumental release follows that of his lover, shooting off deep into Tim's body, the fit that of a glove he never wants to take off, a feeling like none he's ever known before as the world begins to go white in front of his eyes.. The fog of ecstasy floats him along, and he's barely conscious of wrapping Tim in his arms as he pulls him down snug beside him, drifting into slumber as exhaustion carries him away.