12://Gold_Master
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Neither the sunlight peeking through the blinds and streaking across the bed nor the rustling of the sheets woke Kip, but the gentle mouth nipping on his inner thighs coaxed him out of his dream. Almost by instinct, he reached down and gently grasped his boyfriend's head, petting around Vale's ear and weaving his fingers through the wavy black locks.
Vale's moans as he edged closer to the lightly-furred mound were imperceptible to Kip's ears, as his hearing aids were scattered on the nightstand, but the vibrations reverberated through his pelvic bone, which he timidly thrust towards the seeking lips.
"Patience, patience," Vale reminded with a chuckle, but Kip's light murmurs denoted that he wasn't quite awake yet. At least, not as awake as Vale was, in many ways, he thought as he adjusted himself so his morning wood wasn't crushed beneath him. He settled between Kip's legs and grasped his thighs, edging them apart as he kissed and licked his way back up towards his crotch.
The blanket was skewed in the early morning tussle, and Kip pulled it back up in a bid to remain cozy. Vale lifted it above his head just enough to give him room to work, and luckily the sheer whiteness of the blanket allowed enough light through to find the important stuff. Like that cute little penis.
Vale only had to pull back the lips enough to free Kip's own growing erection, which apparently was liking the attention. With a tentative lick that coursed through Kip's body and made him jump, Vale marveled at the wonders of testosterone and what it could do to the body. Especially when it made cute little penises like this. He ran his tongue over the miniature head, monitoring Kip's reaction, then roving his tongue along the underside. He listened to his boyfriend's moans and whimpers, exploring different parts of the folds with his tongue before circling back to his dick. He flicked and teased where Kip reacted the most, and avoided the parts that caused a hiss.
When Kip's fingers started to twitch and writhe through his hair, he knew it was time to go for the finish. He gently closed his mouth over the entirety of his boyfriend's seeking cock and began to suck, bobbing his head up and down and enjoying every bit of length he could coax to full hardness. Kip yelped, and his moans began climbing a crescendo. Vale held back a smile as his mouth was busy with better things, but one hand caressed the tender skin of the inner thigh, and his other hand reached for Kip's free one and clasped it.
Kip greedily grabbed for the intimate contact, another connection to help them communicate what they were doing. When his fingers fluttered, Vale let his cock slip out of his mouth and nibbled along the outside of the lips until Kip whimpered and thrust for his attention to return elsewhere. When Kip squeezed his hand, Vale took up his cock again in a lustful slurp, sucking the sensitive bud gently, but also teased it with a swirl of his tongue for good measure.
He followed his rhythm of teasing and backing off until Kip was ready to howl, and when he started shuddering, Vale sucked deep and kept the pressure up with his tongue in rapid flicking as the smaller man's body racked against him, thrusting desperately as his thighs stiffened. Kip held a pillow to his face to drown out his gasping yelps, and Vale held steady until his body stilled.
As Kip collapsed back on the bed, Vale released his red, swollen cock with a few farewell licks, tasting the sweet nectar that now covered his face. After getting his fill and Kip's aftershocks declined, he used a corner of the blanket to tidy himself up enough to cuddle and give his boyfriend a kiss. Kip's eyelids fluttered open as Vale's arms encircled him.
"What a way to wake up," Kip murmured, turning to rest his head against Vale's chest. "What was that about?"
"That was about a cute boy in my bed," Vale said, making sure he was close to Kip's ear and his words were enunciated and steady. His voice still had that gravelly morning quality that reminded Kip of a tickling vibration. "And it was a thank you for last night."
"Well, any time you need another prostate massage, feel free to ask." Kip smiled, vividly reliving a few choice moments from the night before. Vale jostled him playfully.
"Hey now, don't get too comfortable. As amazing as it was, I can't give up enjoying any of your sweet holes either. Not when you're so tight, and warm, and inviting." Vale nibbled at his ear. "If you'll have me there, of course." Just the thought of it sent some tingles through Kip's exhausted dick.
"I think I can manage." Kip sank deeper into the cuddles, and they laid in bed for some time enjoying each other's embrace until the collective stomach rumblings urged them to get up.
Vale chuckled, running his hand across Kip's taut middle after a particularly loud grumble. "Yeah, I'm hungry too." Kip nodded, yawned, and started to crawl out of the tangle of covers.
"Likewise, but I think a shower is in order." He headed for the bathroom, with Vale close behind.
"If you don't mind the company, I think I'll join you."
Kip winked and tossed him a towel after a moment of inspecting his cabinets. "It's your shower. It would be rude to say no."
"Semantics."
After the water was running at a temperature they agreed upon, Vale helped Kip into the tub, offering an arm to steady himself, and then he got in himself. Before stepping into the spray, Vale noticed how Kip ran his slender fingers behind his ears, in a perfunctory check. Possibly checking for hearing aids? He smiled at the precursory habit, a small gesture that must have had an unfortunate reason to get used to, or perhaps just a willful self-reminder.
Kip shuddered like a baby duck when the spray washed over him, and Vale moved quickly to warm and soap him up. He rubbed and massaged as Kip leaned back against him, tenderly working the body wash into every curve and crevice. When it came time to wash downstairs, Kip fluidly took over, rinsing himself with water.
Vale washed his hair while Kip finished up, and was caught off guard when Kip flashed him a devilish smile after he rinsed all the conditioner out. "My turn."
Kip squirted a bit of body wash on his palm and worked up a lather between his hands before working it across Vale's body. He focused on his strong chest, rubbing in appreciative circles, and then ran his hands down his corded sides. As envious as he was of the swimmer's build, Kip pushed aside the mental curses for his own genetics, because there was something else that called for his attention.
He soaped up his palm again and lathered Vale's darker nest of curls that crowned his cock, and cupped and swirled around his hefty package. Vale steadied himself by putting both hands on Kip's shoulders, but then closed his eyes and leaned back into the spray, letting rivulets cascade down his body - just enough to allow more soap to form as Kip stroked and caressed his growing member.
Kip's attention to detail was to be admired, because not only did he stroke the hardening length, but he spent ample time on his balls, caressing the sac, and scrubbing in all the hard-to-reach places, often eliciting a strangled gasp from his boyfriend. He teased almost as much as Vale had done to him earlier. Once he felt he was sufficiently clean, all his attention refocused to the very alert cock.
"Like what you see?" Vale asked, standing up out of the spray and shaking his head to expel excess droplets. Kip batted playfully to protect himself from the modest onslaught, giving the captive dick a few warning squeezes.
"Love what I see," Kip said, stroking him from root to head, turning his gaze downwards. He watched as it jumped at every gentle touch, pushing with a strong resistance that only comes with maximum arousal. The fact that his gaze and exploration now bordered on worship wasn't lost on Vale. There was something in his eyes that he'd only noticed a few times before. A sense of longing? Unfulfilled yearning?
"Are you okay?" Vale asked, petting a blond, matted curl away from Kip's eyes, but he kept his attention on the slender and strong cock.
"You have no idea how long I've wanted one of these. How much I've wanted one, even before I fully knew what a penis was. How cheated I felt when I learned what I missed in the genetic lottery." Kip's stroking was gentle and reverent, and Vale's heart went out to him. How small and vulnerable he looked, and oh, how Little Kip must have suffered throughout the years, not knowing how much better it could be one day.
"Easy there," Vale said, as Kip gracefully went to his knees, just out of the water's reach. Vale leaned back to let the water run down his torso, and Kip worked his cock, partially to rinse it and partially to keep it at attention. Once his entire crotch was rinsed, aside from a few persistent patches of bubbles on his thighs, Kip started to rub his face against it. His cheek caressed the length, and he tilted at the end to kiss the tip.
Back and forth, he rubbed his face against it, sometimes stopping to bury his face at the base into the patch of wet curls, inhaling and then kissing his way back up. He never took the tip into his mouth or used his tongue, but as hot as watching it all was from Vale's view point, he didn't have to.
Kip moved to the other side, and Vale murmured happily. He had assumed Kip was mostly baby-faced, but now he could feel the slight stubble brought on by the burgeoning puberty. Vale wondered, how long had he been on testosterone? How much longer until his facial hair would flourish? Or, unless this was as much as he was genetically allotted. Some guys were naturally less hairy. His thoughts wandered to how cute Kip would look with a trimmed beard, and giggled to himself.
"What's that about?" Kip said, looking up at him, cock in hand and rubbing it gently on his cheek.
"I'll tell you later. Nothing about what you're doing now. You're doing great." Vale slid his hand beneath Kip's on his cock and took it, giving the smaller man's cheek a few playful swats. Kip leaned into it, letting the smacks go loud enough to resound in the moist environment. Vale ended with tickling the sensitive tip against his lips, and Kip smiled and kissed it. He took back over with the rubbing and petting, roving his face all around the entirety of his crotch, inhaling every crevice.
Before long, Vale felt the electricity build in his lower spine, and knew he couldn't hold it back. He grasped Kip's wet hair from the back, held him still at the back of his neck, and jerked himself to coming in hot spurts on his face. Kip closed his eyes but opened his mouth wide. It was over quick and dirty, and Kip swallowed whatever he could. The rest would have to be rinsed off.
"Sorry about that," Vale said as he helped Kip to his feet and steadied him. "How are you?"
"Fine, I guess" Kip said, rinsing his face. "I always wondered what that could possibly feel like for cisguys. I used to try to pretend, you know. Heh, I even started packing before silicone packers were a thing, but it was just never the same." The pained look that flashed across his face spoke more volumes than Vale feared he ever would.
Vale pulled Kip to him and hugged him close, bringing them both under the warm spray, and Kip kept slowly stroking his cock in between their clasped bodies as it went flaccid, tired and spent.
