Musik2400
Sex God
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So I wanted to write something more sensual instead of sexual... I dunno if i'm gonna continue it.... please read and let me know, if a couple people like it and want me to write more, then I'll continue, and it'll actually go somewhere, otherwise it'll just be my little gay flash fiction.
“Mmm... are you awake babe?” the gentle questioning voice asks, pulling me from my peaceful slumber. I turn my head to look into those soft brown eyes of his.
“Well I am now,” I say with a tender smile, my chin resting on his slightly hairy chest.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, his lips slowly curling downwards accompanied by an apologetic frown. Oh those lips. The soft little teardrops that are so inviting in the warm red glow of the Pacific sunset before us. My hand moves from its position, a pillow between my head and his chest, and slides up to the beautiful man’s neck. He’s so magnificent. Everything about him is absolutely amazing. My hand slowly wraps around behind his neck, lifting his head gently off the sea-green towel we both share, sprawled out on the sandy beach. I lean in, and softly kiss his lips, my fingers moving up to run gently through his hair as we hold the embrace. After a few seconds I pull away, and as they part from his, my own lips curl into a affable smile.
“It’s okay, I’m glad you did,” I chuckle quietly. I lay my head back down on his chest, running my free hand over it, curling the hair between my fingers, letting my palm brush gently across every inch of exposed of his skin. My eyes are on the sunset spread before us. It dips low in the sky, barely touching the calm water on the horizon, shades of red and violet dancing across the sky, mixing themselves in with the blue. He brings up another arm, wrapping it around me so that he holds me in them both, and I relax within his embrace. I feel so warm and safe in his arms; it’s my favorite place to be. Before long my eyes begin to grow heavy, and my breathing slows. He catches on, and doesn’t let me sleep again.
“The sunset’s beautiful,” he says softly, readjusting his arms to hold me tighter. I smile, as I lift my head again. His hazel eyes stare right at me, and I can tell they had been watching nothing but me the whole time. The sunset didn’t exist in his world; those eyes knew nothing of the brilliant canvas painted on the sky. They cared only for me.
I blush a little as I push myself up, “Not as beautiful as you,” I whisper.
“Oh please,” he said his voice mellifluous to my ear, his arms unlock, as a hand to my face, brushing gently against my cheek. He runs the pads of his fingers along the rough stubble due to my neglect to shave over the weekend. They trace the line of my jaw, following down from my ear to my chin, where a wild brush of facial hair sits, much longer than the stubble on my cheeks. He gently rubs his finger up to my lip, catching it softly between his index and middle fingers, before his hand moves back to my jaw, his entire palm resting along the side of my face.
“You’re the good looking one babe. You blow me away, and every day I thank the stars that you’re mine,” He leans in for a kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. His mouth opens slightly as our lips touch, and I feel his tongue brush along my own lips, teasing me with its soft touch. This continues for a few seconds before he pulls away, gently biting down on my lower lip as he does, stretching it out away from me slightly, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from it, my mouth immediately broadening to a smile when he lets go.
“I love you,”
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“Mmm... are you awake babe?” the gentle questioning voice asks, pulling me from my peaceful slumber. I turn my head to look into those soft brown eyes of his.
“Well I am now,” I say with a tender smile, my chin resting on his slightly hairy chest.
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says, his lips slowly curling downwards accompanied by an apologetic frown. Oh those lips. The soft little teardrops that are so inviting in the warm red glow of the Pacific sunset before us. My hand moves from its position, a pillow between my head and his chest, and slides up to the beautiful man’s neck. He’s so magnificent. Everything about him is absolutely amazing. My hand slowly wraps around behind his neck, lifting his head gently off the sea-green towel we both share, sprawled out on the sandy beach. I lean in, and softly kiss his lips, my fingers moving up to run gently through his hair as we hold the embrace. After a few seconds I pull away, and as they part from his, my own lips curl into a affable smile.
“It’s okay, I’m glad you did,” I chuckle quietly. I lay my head back down on his chest, running my free hand over it, curling the hair between my fingers, letting my palm brush gently across every inch of exposed of his skin. My eyes are on the sunset spread before us. It dips low in the sky, barely touching the calm water on the horizon, shades of red and violet dancing across the sky, mixing themselves in with the blue. He brings up another arm, wrapping it around me so that he holds me in them both, and I relax within his embrace. I feel so warm and safe in his arms; it’s my favorite place to be. Before long my eyes begin to grow heavy, and my breathing slows. He catches on, and doesn’t let me sleep again.
“The sunset’s beautiful,” he says softly, readjusting his arms to hold me tighter. I smile, as I lift my head again. His hazel eyes stare right at me, and I can tell they had been watching nothing but me the whole time. The sunset didn’t exist in his world; those eyes knew nothing of the brilliant canvas painted on the sky. They cared only for me.
I blush a little as I push myself up, “Not as beautiful as you,” I whisper.
“Oh please,” he said his voice mellifluous to my ear, his arms unlock, as a hand to my face, brushing gently against my cheek. He runs the pads of his fingers along the rough stubble due to my neglect to shave over the weekend. They trace the line of my jaw, following down from my ear to my chin, where a wild brush of facial hair sits, much longer than the stubble on my cheeks. He gently rubs his finger up to my lip, catching it softly between his index and middle fingers, before his hand moves back to my jaw, his entire palm resting along the side of my face.
“You’re the good looking one babe. You blow me away, and every day I thank the stars that you’re mine,” He leans in for a kiss, this time deeper and more passionate. His mouth opens slightly as our lips touch, and I feel his tongue brush along my own lips, teasing me with its soft touch. This continues for a few seconds before he pulls away, gently biting down on my lower lip as he does, stretching it out away from me slightly, eliciting a soft groan of pleasure from it, my mouth immediately broadening to a smile when he lets go.
“I love you,”
