Crossing the bedroom, Remy caught Lane’s hands in his and pulled his lover up straight. “Let me,” he murmured, kissing Lane on the lips. Then he kissed Lane’s chin, then Lane’s neck, then the hollow in the middle of Lane’s collar bone. His hands hovered on Lane’s waist as his lips worked their way down the center of Lane’s chest.
Leaning back against the dresser, Lane melted beneath Remy’s mouth and tongue. Gently, his lover kissed a path down his body, from lips to navel, then further. Remy’s tender little pecks left moist imprints on his skin. When he moved lower, down the length of Lane’s dick, his feathery breath and slight touch stirred Lane’s blood. Lane felt his balls grow heavy, and his cock began to swing up to bump the underside of Remy’s chin. The need to use the bathroom had passed, replaced with the urge to succumb to his lover. To give up, to give in.