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"Get these off before I rip them off." But he didn't wait for Henry to comply. With one jerk, he popped open the button fly and sliced down the zipper. He groaned at the feel of silk beneath his hand and the hot steel it contained.
Henry moaned and toed off his shoes, then shoved his clothing down and off his legs. Trevor yanked his belt free and shoved the robe from his shoulders. Henry followed its descent, lips skidding over Trevor's chest. Trevor cupped his head and damned the military regulations that required Henry's once-full hair to be short, when Trevor longed to dig in deep and hold on for dear life.
Teeth grazed one nipple, raking back and forth, while Henry twirled the other into a point between his thumb and forefinger. Trevor thrust his hips forward, not so silently begging for that mouth around his cock, or Henry's hand stroke, or--God!--their dicks thrusting in time against each other. It'd been so long, and so damn lonely.
Henry brushed his hand over Trevor's hip, cupped his buttock, then traced the crack between his cheeks. Trevor groaned and thrust again, feeling his pre-cum smear over Henry's smooth, rock hard torso. Henry grabbed his own cock and wiped it against Trevor's thigh as he continued his path down Trevor's body.
Trevor stared at his lover, his body taut with anticipation. What little willpower he possessed was funneled into keeping his orgasm at bay. Henry's palm against his sac didn't help, nor did the finger tickling his anus. Trevor fisted his erection and shoved Henry to his knees, stabbing for his mouth. Henry's tongue flashed over the tip of Trevor's penis, lapping at the milk collecting there. Tiny shock waves slithered up thelength and settled in Trevor's balls.
Henry's lips closed over Trevor's glans and his tongue twirled around the edge, through the slit, over the oh-so sensitive frenulum. Trevor clamped his hands on either side of his lover's head and thrust deep. Henry took his length with a low growl, somehow managing to lick Trevor's balls in the process. They hugged the base of his penis, ready to shoot their load.
Just a little longer. His body ignored the order. More heat rushed to his groin. He was lost in the wonder of Henry's mouth, the joy of being with him again.
A softer cry peeled his eyes open. Patty. Her back was to them, but he could see her reflection clearly in the mirrored wall. She lay sprawled on the pillowed sofa, pussy gleaming, hands working nipples and clit, her gaze locked on them. He shifted his gaze to that image, watching the roll of Henry's head as he sucked and licked him, the wild thrust of his own hips. Beautiful ... intoxicating ... orgasmic.