6://Art
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Kip practically threw the takeout containers on the dinner table when they both strode into the apartment. Both still buzzing from their aquarium date high, Vale picked him up and twirled him around before they both took their seats at the table. Vale opened his rice dish and some of the sauce dripped from the lid. Their hands met reaching for a napkin from the rustic owl napkin cozy that Kip had inherited from his grandmother. He withdrew to let Vale clean up the spill and opened his own Hong Kong salad, spreading one of the ranch packets among the shredded lettuce and crab.
Their eyes darted around each other as they ate, both fluttering with excitement. Kip's own insecurity wanted to bloom, but he remembered Vale's whispered words from the car, whenever they came to a stop and he had leaned over. His lips had brushed Kip's ear and his voice had echoed off Kip's own soul at every seductive promise. About what he was going to do to Kip. About how he would make Kip feel better than anyone ever had. He shuddered with the anticipation, just trying to get through his meal.
Sometimes, Vale would get a distant look and Kip wondered what he was furrowing his brow about. Could he be nervous? Most likely. Kip hadn't exactly told him what to expect in many words, but it didn't seem the right thing to blurt out. Even with the heavy fog of sexual tension hanging between them as they finished their food.
Vale helped Kip clean up, dancing around each other in the small kitchen to put everything in its proper place before they were out of excuses to prolong what was on both their minds. They paused in the doorway, looking at each other. Kip watched Vale's face for any hesitation or second thoughts, and he was pleased to see a mischievous smile grow as the cerulean blue eyes looked him up and down before flicking in the direction of the bedroom. Kip turned and hurried, feeling the vibration of Vale's footsteps close behind him.
They both tumbled to the bed in a blur of each other's embrace. Kip hooked one leg over Vale's hips as they wrestled for purchase on the sheets. A stream of laughter erupted from Kip and Vale's own nervous chuckles followed, only for both to be drowned out by their fervent kisses. Vale flipped the smaller boy onto his back and leaned above him, kissing him deeply. Kip carded his fingers through Vale's thick, black waves, briefly rubbing the outside of his ear as their gazes lingered on each other. Vale leaned down and caught Kip in a passionate kiss while his hands wandered all over the smaller boy. As his hands reached for Kip's chest, he stopped and pulled back.
"Is this okay?" he asked, his fingers dancing along Kip's rib cage, slowly moving upwards. Kip smiled and nodded, grasping Vale's hand and bringing it to his chest. Vale's fingers crested on the thick scar lining, following it like he had before.
"It still doesn't freak you out?" Kip asked, grateful that Vale was being so cautious and considerate, knowing that just because it had been okay before, they were still new to each other. At least now he could feel how Vale was more controlled, yet still very hot for him.
"I still think it's beautiful, just like you," Vale said and punctuated it with a kiss. Kip moaned, and their hands worked in tandem to start bringing clothes off each other. Vale helped Kip take his shirt off, and his own soon followed. Vale swooped down and planted a trail of kisses up and down the smaller boy's scarred torso, licking along the other side of one scar just to watch him shudder. Vale leaned back, situating himself to straddle his hips. He ground gently against the smaller boy's packer, feeling it poke at his crease, and Kip moaned.
"Can I?" Kip asked, as he leaned forward and propped himself on one elbow. He tentatively reached for Vale's leather belt and tugged at the buckle, biting his lip so endearingly that Vale thought he might melt.
"Certainly," Vale affirmed, running his fingers lightly up and down Kip's sides as the small, but deft fingers undid his belt and then popped open the button on his pants. He carefully slid the zipper down, his fingers brushing against the hardness that strained from within. Kip's heart beat faster when he felt the warm, rigid column of flesh.
Vale chuckled at his widened eyes and lifted himself enough to push down his pants and underwear, letting the bundle of cloth rest just underneath his sac. He rocked back on his heels, supporting as much of his own weight as Kip's form allowed him. He started stroking himself, but was quickly joined by Kip's eager hand, which took over the fondling and exploring of the slender, but bigger than average tool that was suddenly staring the younger boy down.
