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.
