"What is it that you want, Wolf?" Ronan picked up the peach from the table next to the lamp. He took a bite. Wolfgang became enthralled as a drop of peach juice traveled down his chin. Another drip was making a path down his wrist. Ronan swished his tongue at the fluid playfully.
"Want?"
"I know that look. I remember it from when we were kids. You're thinking about something you want right now. What is it? What're you wanting?" He climbed over Wolfgang's legs. Ronan straddled Wolfgang's thighs then sat down. He scooted forward, so his balls were nestled at the junction of Wolfgang's legs.
Wolfgang's eyes roved over Ronan's muscular frame. "I was wanting... for you to kiss me again."
A smile lit Ronan's face for a second. He took another bite of the peach.
"Anytime." He leaned forward toward Wolfgang's waiting mouth. Wolfgang leaned up on his elbows to meet Ronan's lips. As soon as their mouths united, he melted for the second time. Ronan tasted like peaches, sexy male, and something he'd been waiting for his whole life.
Wolfgang's hands zigzagged desperately over Ronan's back. He ran his palms over every inch of his hips, thighs, and ass. He groaned into Ronan's mouth when, between their bodies, Ronan began to fondle his cock. Ronan's hands were rough-skinned, but he liked the coarse texture of the calluses on his palms. Ronan's hand played with his sac, petting, and teasing, then he'd grip his shaft and tugged until Wolfgang had to pry his mouth away to grunt with pleasure.
When Ronan's lips were free of Wolfgang's, he went to work nibbling on his neck and sucking on his flesh. Ronan pressed the wettest part of the peach on his chest until the juice was gleaming on his skin. When he'd get the sticky liquid on his nipples, then Ronan would use his hot tongue to lick the fruit extract off.
Wolfgang forgot everything but this moment. Ronan's fingertips scraped his chest and pinched his nipples. His mouth would follow the sting as would the peach. Wolfgang threw his head back and arched his back toward wherever he was being touched. He couldn't help the way he thrashed. Ronan owned his body right now.
His friend, and now lover, shimmed down Wolfgang's muscular legs, nibbling his chest as he moved. Ronan used the peach on his overly heated skin and made every inch of him even hotter. He toyed with his dick by rubbing the peach along his shaft. More of the juice squeezed out. His tongue rimmed his belly button, and his chin bumped Wolfgang's erection. Wolfgang ran his fingers through Ronan's thick brown hair. He loved the way Ronan tipped his head to the side and sucked on Wolfgang's fingers teasingly.
Wolfgang was squirming with excitement. He would've done anything to have Ronan touch his penis again. Thinking he'd relieve the pressure that was building, Wolfgang put his hand on his own prick. Before he could get a solid grip, Ronan pushed his hands away. He pinned them temporarily to the pillow next to his head.
Frustration rose. "Damn it, Ronan."
"Make your legs wider." Ronan let go of his wrists and dipped his head. He licked right above Wolfgang's shaft as if the act was a promise for more. He chased more of the peach liquid toward the inside of Wolfgang's thigh. Wolfgang moved his right leg. Ronan was now straddling only his left leg. Ronan shimmed lower still until his cock bumped against Wolfgang's knee.
"I can tell you want to come, Wolf." Ronan's tongue lapped at the base of Wolfgang's member. Peach juice and his pre-cum glinted on his chin. "I'll take care of you. We're together you and me?" His tongue darted out and laved at his balls. Wolfgang sucked in a sharp breath.
"Yes." Wolfgang hissed when Ronan's tongue slid upward. Right now, Wolfgang would've said anything if only Ronan would touch him. The idea flashed through his head that Ronan could be playing some sort of mean game with him, but he was past caring. He'd stay like this spread for him and covered in peach mush, and he didn't care what happened. He wanted him. Wolfgang wanted whatever they were going to do. He wanted Ronan, badly. He always had.
