He entered the seedy motel room, already prepared for their excruciating rendezvous. Ezekiel felt paralyzed as his lover undressed, his muscled body bathed in the soft light coming in from the window. His lips parted invitingly, Ezekiel’s primal desire taking hold as he closed the door and made a passionate descent into ecstasy.
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He pressed his hands against my sweat-slicked skin– his touch bringing me to heaven’s door. His lips tasted of sweet honey as he descended to explore me further. His expert tongue savored me like a fine, forbidden pleasure, making me tremble with desire. I was sure I’d die with pleasure before he ever finished.
He crouched low on the sweat-drenched sheets and greedily latched his lips onto the angel’s manhood, devouring it with an animalistic hunger. His tongue delved deep, tasting the hard, pulsing muscle of Wesley’s secret, as the moans of pleasure echoed off the walls.
The halls were dark, but Elijah seemed to glow with a light of his own. I knew better than to touch, but I wanted to trace my fingers over his curves, savor the way his hips curved out like a song. I imagined the sounds he would make as stopped in front of our lockers, and I could feel the heat radiating between us.