[The abrupt shove backward is unexpected, breath snagging as his weight is displaced onto Cy's shins and lowered to the ground — but he doesn't struggle, simply collects himself in that bent position and looks up, trusting, in love.
Seeing Cy like that, above him with knees spread enough to bring attention to the modest bulge of a semi even without those obvious hand gestures, attraction runs a hot river through his blood. No one else in the resort makes him feel like this, not in the same way. Not spellbound, dry-mouthed, hopelessly desperate — and unafraid to show it, even if once upon a time it might have made him weak.]
I like doing this with you.
[Not that it was ever in question. The way he bends forward, a kittenish nuzzling between Cy's legs that puts his cheek against the inseam of slacks, says it all. He keeps his right arm down and focuses instead on — frankly, a degenerate rub of his face into Cy's crotch for the heat and masculine scent and shape of the man's cock he can feel through fabric, half-soft, against his closed lips.]
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Seeing Cy like that, above him with knees spread enough to bring attention to the modest bulge of a semi even without those obvious hand gestures, attraction runs a hot river through his blood. No one else in the resort makes him feel like this, not in the same way. Not spellbound, dry-mouthed, hopelessly desperate — and unafraid to show it, even if once upon a time it might have made him weak.]
I like doing this with you.
[Not that it was ever in question. The way he bends forward, a kittenish nuzzling between Cy's legs that puts his cheek against the inseam of slacks, says it all. He keeps his right arm down and focuses instead on — frankly, a degenerate rub of his face into Cy's crotch for the heat and masculine scent and shape of the man's cock he can feel through fabric, half-soft, against his closed lips.]