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Angelo pressed his erection against Corey’s hand, staring into his hypnotic eyes. “I want to get naked and make out with you again.”

Smiling, Corey said, “I like a man who knows exactly what he wants.” Corey rolled onto his back and took off his boxers.

Following his lead, Angelo did the same. He turned on his side, smiling at Corey, who was on his back with his eyes closed, grinning. “Okay,” Corey said. “Make out with me.”

“Ha, I kind of thought this was going to be a dual participation activity.”

Corey rolled over and dove on Angelo, pinning him onto his back. They went still, Corey’s gaze flicking from Angelo’s eyes to his lips. “You really do like it when I kiss you like this, don’t you?”

Angelo’s throat tightened. He’d felt Corey’s most intimate body part pressed against him through his underwear on Saturday night. But now there was no barrier between them, and it took things to a whole new level. That, and Corey’s sincere expression made him nearly swoon. “It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt,” Angelo said. “Having you on top of me. Kissing me.”

Corey let out a hard breath. Their noses were touching, lips still an inch apart. “If you’re not careful you’re going to give me confidence, Angelo.”

Angelo snickered. “Like you didn’t already have that. You’re one of the most confident people I’ve ever met.”

“I usually am,” Corey said, “but you make me weak.” He kissed Angelo softly, gently sliding his tongue along the seam of his lips.

Savoring the kiss, Angelo allowed Corey to lead. While he’d been enjoying savagely devouring Corey’s mouth since working up the courage to do so, just relaxing and experiencing the way Corey kissed him turned him on nearly as much.

With mouths open now, Angelo closed his eyes, inhaling Corey’s breath, relishing the languid strokes of the other man’s tongue against his. As the kiss grew deeper, their bodies moved together, limbs tangling, hands gliding over each other’s bare skin.

While Angelo could still feel the other man’s erection alongside his own, Corey had thus far refrained from pressing it into him, keeping most of his passion above the waist. But Angelo was getting impatient, excited as hell, wanting to feel Corey move against him, the way Angelo had done Saturday night. With no fabric to restrict them now, he already knew it would feel fucking fantastic.

Just when Angelo was pondering lifting his hips to urge Corey on, the contact was broken. Corey rose up and moved over, reaching for something on the bedside table.

Angelo had a moment of panic at the thought that Corey might be reaching for a condom.
No, not ready for that!

Corey slid back and swung his leg over Angelo, straddling his thighs, smiling as he held up a bottle.

“What is that?”

Corey flipped the cap. “Organic massage oil. Mango.”

A smile crept up Angelo’s face. “You going to give me a massage?”

Corey tipped the bottle and poured a stream of oil onto Angelo’s chest, dribbling it down his stomach. “I’m going to do all sorts of things to you,” Corey said, and Angelo inhaled sharply as a dollop of oil splashed onto his erection.

Corey set the bottle aside on the bed and ran his hands up Angelo’s stomach, over his chest.

Inhaling, Angelo shivered, then smiled. “I can smell it,” he said. “Mangoes.”

“That’s right.” Corey’s hands drifted over Angelo’s shoulders, up his neck, then behind his ears. He leaned over and sucked the tender flesh beneath Angelo’s ear. “It’s edible, too,” he said, then leaned over and kissed Angelo, sharing the sweet flavor on his lips.

Angelo whimpered in protest when Corey broke the kiss and sat up straight again. “What’s the matter?” Corey asked softly, massaging Angelo’s arms.

“I want more of your mouth,” Angelo said.

Corey moved his hands to Angelo’s chest, gliding down his ribs, then back up again. “Don’t worry, Angelo. I can feel
everything
you want, and I’m going to give it to you.”

In the wake of Corey’s gliding palms, Angelo’s flesh warmed and tingled. Holding the sides of Angelo’s waist, Corey’s hands pushed upward, fingers digging into his back muscles along the way, stopping at his underarms.

“Wow.” Angelo sighed. “You are really good at this.” Corey’s fingers seemed to ignite pleasure receptors Angelo didn’t know he had, currents of bliss spreading through his flesh at each pass of warm hands.

“I’m enjoying it as much as you are,” Corey said, dragging his hands down Angelo’s body to his hip bones. “Getting to touch you...” His thumbs made circles around Angelo’s hip bones, causing his cock to bounce. “Touch you wherever I please.”

Angelo’s cock ached, pulsing with the need to be touched. But he allowed Corey to set the pace, knowing he wouldn’t leave him wanting.

Corey backed up and ran his hands down Angelo’s quads, that delicious, heated pleasure spreading through the muscles as he worked them with his fingers. Corey smiled down at him as one hand drifted up and over Angelo’s cock. “Roll over.”

Letting out a laugh that edged on a whimper, Angelo pushed his cock against Corey’s hand, the slide of the lubricating oil intensifying the sensation. “Now? You want me to roll over
now?

Corey continued to slowly glide his palm over Angelo’s cock, keeping the pressure gentle. “Don’t worry, I’ll get back to this, I promise.” His hand moved to Angelo’s hip. “But I want to get my hands on your ass, and show you how good it feels to be properly touched there.”

Angelo’s heart thudded. He chuckled. “Properly? Or improperly?”

“Ha, okay. Maybe not so properly. But you’ll enjoy it, I promise.”

Letting out a shuddering sigh, Angelo said, “Okay.”

One of the first truly
improper
urges he’d had with Corey was during that first professional massage, when he’d craved Corey’s hands on his ass, wishing he’d go lower under the blanket. Now that they weren’t being so professional anymore, the idea took on an entirely new excitement mixed with nervousness. But Angelo’s cock didn’t seem to have any reservations, throbbing with anticipation.

Corey patted Angelo’s hip. “Go ahead. Roll over.”

Angelo shifted onto his belly, wrapping his arms around the pillow as he rested his cheek down.

Corey started at Angelo’s ankles, massaging up his calves, stopping to swirl his thumbs over the bend of his knees.

Angelo moaned. “
Christ.
That feels so fucking good!”

“You
look
so fucking good,” Corey said. “I’m trying really hard not to just lean over and bite your ass.”

Angelo startled when he heard a high-pitched whooping sound, like the cry of a bird. “What is that?” He looked back at Corey. “Is that the television?”

Corey’s head fell forward as he laughed. “That would probably be some type of exotic rainforest bird. It means Doug just turned on his sound machine, loudly. He must have been able to hear us.”

“Oh, man.” Angelo buried his face into the pillow, snickering. “That is so embarrassing.”

“Come on.” Corey slapped Angelo’s ass. “He can’t hear us now. Just relax. I’ll make you forget all about it.”

Angelo pressed his cheek against the pillow again, grinning. “All the same, I’m going to stay quiet from here on.”

“I doubt that,” Corey said, and Angelo felt the warm dribble of oil as Corey poured some onto his rear end.

Angelo hissed as Corey’s hands drifted slowly up over his ass cheeks.

“You make all the noise you want, baby,” Corey said, sliding his hands back down, thumbs trailing the crease beneath his cheeks where his ass met his legs.

He shuddered and closed his eyes when Corey gently squeezed his ass with both hands, the action pushing Angelo’s cock into the mattress. Pleasure seeped through his gluteal muscles as Corey kneaded and rubbed, a dizzying mix of pure relaxation and intense sexual arousal flooding his senses.

He got lost in it, breathing heavily, eyes closed, letting the sensations wash over him. Corey continued to gently massage Angelo’s gluteal muscles, warmth sinking in deep, currents of ecstasy making him moan. And Corey was right, Angelo
had
forgotten all about Doug and his rainforest birds.

When Corey’s oily thumbs drifted down Angelo’s crack, he jerked, letting out a strange, mewling sound, surprise and intense physical pleasure jolting him.

Corey’s hands paused. “You okay?”

Angelo’s head spun, his asshole clenching with an erotic tingle of pulsing pleasure. He couldn’t speak, so he nodded.

“You want more?” Corey whispered. “Or should I steer clear of that area?”

Angelo’s cock throbbed beneath him, and now he thought he could feel the pulse of it in his asshole. He took a breath then let it out, relaxing his body. “More.”

Corey went back to kneading Angelo’s ass, gently massaging the muscles. “I’ll be gentle,” he said, then the thumbs came again, drifting down his crack, a little lower this time, brushing over his hole before circling under his cheeks.

A soft sound escaped Angelo’s throat.

“Roll over.”

Angelo couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “
Now?

He heard Corey chuckled. “Why, having too much fun down there?”

“I think you enjoy bringing me to the edge then changing the game.”

“Roll over,” Corey said softly. “I’ll give you everything you want, I promise.”

The words were enough to make Angelo comply, and he turned over onto his back, staring up at Corey, whose eyes were soft and heated.

Slowly lowering himself down, Corey got on top of Angelo and kissed him savagely, gripping his face. Angelo opened his mouth, sucking Corey’s tongue, returning the bruising kiss as his pelvis lifted, desperate for contact down below.

Breaking the kiss, Corey leaned on his elbow, and reached for the oil. He brought it between their bodies and poured it over Angelo’s cock, then rose up onto his knees, squeezing some into his palm.

Angelo watched him, eyes wide. “I’m so turned on,” he whispered.

Corey looked at him. “Me, too.” He eased down and rested on his elbow again, then took Angelo’s cock in his hand, pressing it against his own, holding them in a fist.

“Oh, shit...” Angelo’s heart thudded, a zing of pleasure making the head of his cock weep at the contact.

“I want you to do this,” Corey said, gliding his hand slowly up and down as he squeezed their cocks together. “Bring your hand down here.”

Breath quickening, Angelo reached down, clasping his hand over Corey’s.

“Just like this.” Corey moved both their hands up and down, stroking gently. “Hold us together.”

Corey removed his hand and Angelo took over, getting a grip on their slippery cocks and pressing them together.

“I’m gonna kiss you now, and touch you places. You just keep doing that.”

Angelo’s breath came in hard pants, sending a puff into Corey’s mouth as he leaned over and kissed him, slowly and languidly. Angelo stroked them both, the sensation almost too much, and all he wanted to do was come with his dick pressed flush against Corey’s, but he also wanted this to last forever.

As Corey kissed him, his other hand slid under Angelo’s ass.

Angelo took in a hiccup of breath, then moaned into Corey’s mouth when he felt the slick finger drifting over his hole, massaging it ever so gently. “Does that feel all right?” Corey asked, but his voice was staggered with labored breath.

“Yes,” Angelo huffed, somewhat stunned at his lack of self-consciousness, letting another man touch him so intimately. But a wave of pressure was spreading through his lower body, so sharp his inhibitions were nowhere in sight. “Yes, yes, Corey please, don’t stop,” he said as he stroked them faster with his fist.

“Squeeze tighter,” Corey growled, finger swirling over Angelo’s asshole. “Squeeze us tighter,” he repeated, pumping into Angelo’s fist, the action pressing him harder against Corey’s dick.

Angelo squeezed their cocks together, moving in time with Corey, both of them tight and rigid. “Fuck!” Angelo cried out, stroking faster. “Oh fuck, oh...fuck...”

“Let it go,” Corey ordered, and pressed his finger hard against Angelo’s opening.

Angelo’s curses gave over to mumbling as his hips lifted, and he shot off spurt after spurt as he came while he stroked them both, crying out when he felt Corey’s release splash onto his belly at the same time.

Ecstasy blasted along his asshole straight into his balls and up through his shaft, holding him in thrall, making him helpless to do anything but come, and come, and come.

Somewhere in the midst of it, he heard a rainforest bird, and knew they’d laugh about that later, but in this moment there was nothing outside of them, nothing but this red hot, scorching bliss. Energy seemed to pulse in the air, crackling like an electric current, connecting them, their bodies, their breath, their fluids, the thrum of immeasurable pleasure comingling, entangled, released together as one.

Angelo’s awareness grew hazy after that. He felt Corey collapse on top of him, could feel his beating heart, hear his ragged breath. The room smelled like mangoes and sex, and he could hear the sounds of rain drifting through the radiator.

After a time, Corey slid off of Angelo and rolled onto his back beside him.

They both stared at the ceiling, silent.

Once Angelo’s heart rate slowed, he reached for Corey’s hand. “I think we’re gonna need another shower.”

Corey chuckled. “That’s all you have to say? Nothing about how great the sex was?”

Angelo grinned. “I have no
words
for how great that sex was.”

Corey was quiet for a long moment, then he squeezed Angelo’s hand. “You felt it too, right?” he asked softly. “That...blast of energy?”

Angelo nodded. “Yeah.”

“That was...unusual.”

“Yeah. That’s one word for it.”

Corey rolled onto his side. “Are we crazy?”

Angelo turned his head and smiled. “Definitely maybe.”

Smiling, Corey ran his hand over Angelo’s chest. “I don’t mind this kind of crazy. Do you?”

Angelo stopped Corey’s hand and held it to his heart. “Not even a little bit.”

Chapter Nineteen

 

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