Stacey didn't have any say in the matter when Hunter's tongue pressed into his mouth, or when it sucked in the warmth like lava flowing between them. The deep, wet sounds flooded his ears, causing all of him to melt.
To become putty.
He wrapped his arms around Hunter's neck. Hunter thrust his hips up into his buttocks, and he felt that heat coming to fruition in the way that his thick cock knocked into his left cheek. Slamming him into the wall of the hallway, the party sounds from below floated up into his ears, and at the back of his mind, past the tipsy haze, the memory that he was supposed to be somewhere else tickled his mind. But not like the pounding that Hunter drove into him, chasing that little thought away.
He was breathless from his thrusting, and they both were still fully clothed.
Hunter pulled back, but only so that he could tear at his clothes.
"Away." He barked. Stacey looked past his shoulder,s and two men moved down the hall.
He had the decency to blush.
Those had never been there in his dream either.
"Hunter."
His hands ripping at his white button-up, shredding the buttons away instead of letting Stacey undo them.
Stacey gulped as his body was revealed.
Hunter smirked and bit the bottom of his lip.
It was such a sexy little subconscious gesture that Stacey couldn't look away from it.
He wanted a nibble too.
Well, it's my dream, so why not?
"Hiding a six pack and a large cock from me and you wonder why I said we can't be friends."
Hunter sucked in a breath, and it fizzled with an audible tiss. "Did I say I wanted to be your friend, Stacey?"
Stacey let out a soft little chuckle sound on his out take of breath. "Then what do you want?"
"You." Hunter's voice said. He pulled their bodies away from the wall and turned around, walking over to the bed and letting go.
Stacey rushed to put his legs down to catch himself, but realized he had just met with a soft, fluffy comforter. He barely had time to register the cloud he had just been dumped in when those large hands started ripping down his pants, not even bothering to unzip his slacks, he wasn't wearing a belt, so two sharp tugs and Hunter had whisked them off him.
Hunter climbed atop him and leaned over him, his tie tickling his naked abs.
How come he gets to be fully clothed while I have a ripped shirt and underwear? It didn't really matter to him. Hunter was gorgeous, clothed or not; he just desperately wanted to know what Hunter looked like beneath it. Not even in every dream he had could he picture it then.
It was always a guess,
Abs, thick thighs, built muscular shoulders, ripped in a way that he could sink his teeth into it like a juicy steak, and those veins that he had seen traveling up his hands and under his shirt. He wanted to follow them all the way to their final destination, trace them with his tongue.
Every time he tried to envision the one thing he wanted to know most, he couldn't ever tell, was it short, chubby, long, or thin. Thick and long, did it curve? He didn't care; all he wanted was for that cock to drip for him, and to fill him until he felt full.
Stacey propped himself up on his elbows and strained as far as he could, then placed a kiss on Hunter's Adam's apple. Hunter froze, stopping what he was about to say.
"Fuck."
Stacey's lips bobbed as the Adam's apple escaped him, then came back down, when Hunter said the word.
He sucked on it, twisting his tongue around it almost as if he couldn't stop himself.
Hunter sat back on his knees.
Stacey was about to complain that Hunter had left him, when Hunter undid his shirt and pulled it off, then began undoing his pants and pulled them, his underwear, and his socks off all in one go, until he was naked, only his tie around his neck. He was about to undo the tie, cursing again at the thing.
Stacey reached up and twisted his hand into the silk and pulled Hunter down.
"Keep it on. I like you having a leash." He said, feeling brave.
His eyes traversed Hunter, taking it all in like he had always wanted to.
His guess was right.
Hunter was delicious.
Abs, meaty shoulders, those veins that were like little rivers on a map, traversing all the way up.
He wanted to taste it all.
His eyes were greedier than he had ever allowed them to be.
Thick thighs.
And a decent cock swung between them, thick like a cucumber and a little over half a ruler's length, and a healthy set of balls swung lightly behind them. Tight, not too low, full of vigor.
It was the wildest his imagination had ever let him get, and just as he wished it was, it was dripping little beads of creamy white already as it swung a little at half hard.
Shudders ran down his spine.
"What did you just say?" Hunter demanded.
Stacey's eyes flashed upwards, meeting his now stormy ones.
He let go of the black silk in surprise.
Hunter smirked, that nasty one he was used to.
Oh, what is that doing in my dream?
He shuddered again, but this time for a different reason.
Hunter leaned down far, and his teeth ran across the top of his underwear line, the saliva from his mouth wetting it before his teeth bit down and tugged.
Stacey tucked his butt up to help Hunter with his task, but Hunter's teeth let go, and his hands ripped them away instead as he got impatient.
Stacey's shorter but thicker cock bounced to attention, and before he could protest. Hunter's hand wrapped around it, those veins building, but it wasn't the warmth of his hand but the cold that surprised him; his eyes jumped away from Hunter's and down to his hand.
In it, Hunter was leaning forward and dangling the tie into his hand and rubbing the cold satin up and down his length.
He whimpered, his hips bucking upwards to meet him.
"You liked my tie? Do you still like it, Stace?" Hunter groaned.
Stacey, couldn't help it, a whimpering, pathetic mew fell from his lips as Hunter encapsulated his cock in the satin and rubbed faster and faster.
"Hunter." He pleaded, but those eyes were devious and devoid of any indication that he would ever relent to Stacey in any way.
Hunter was the master of this house, of the staircase they had first kissed on, of the hallway he had smashed him against, and of this bedroom he was in. But most importantly,y Hunter was the master of everything in his grasp, and Stacey had just put himself firmly into that grasp.
Willingly.
He could tell.
It was a sinful mistake.