Day Seven | Adair and Andrew
Andrew smiled at Adair, he had the entirety of his body weight resting on his elbows as he watched the younger male. āWell, I find that hard to believe considering I canāt get you to stop thinking when you need toā¦ā He cupped Adairās face, leaned forward, kissed his lips roughly and grinned - his teeth toying with his own upper lip now. āYou havenāt got enough blood for both to function, baby.ā He said as he tapped Adairās temple then nodded toward the ex-SEALās crotch.
Andrew could feel the intensity between the two of them now, it was tangible, you could cut it with a knife - and he was ready to feel every centimeter of Adairās body. Adair against him, inside of him, touching him, cupping him, kissing, caressing, fondling - everything. He wanted it. Now.
He gasped for air as he finally got Adair out of his cargo pants. It was a feat worthy of celebration and Andrew was very much looking forward to that. It wouldnāt be long now and it was all that was on Andrewās mind. His eyes darted directly for the growing bulge beneath the dark blue fabric. He wanted to touch it, to feel the heat, to taste it, but Andrew was a very patient man. He knew these kinds of things took time - and the more time one spent, the sweeter the outcome. He could wait, he would.
Andrew lifted his hips to help Adair pull down his slacks, but Adair used so much force that Andrew was surprised he had any slacks left after they were discarded to the floor. Not that those god damned designer, custom tailored pants meant anything here. Honestly, Andrew was glad to be out of them. He was glad to feel Adairās eyes hungry on his body just like his were on Adairās. They definitely had a mutual respect for one anotherās bodies. Adair was finely toned, smooth musculature rippling, sleek and disciplined beneath bronzed, hairy, tattooed flesh. Andrew ran his hand along Adairās chest, his own body jerking when Adairās fingertip found his nipple.
Andrew was taking in sharp breaths now, he was damn near panting, exhausted for breath that he just couldnāt catch. His body was hot, his blood running south. He slid a hand up Adairās thigh then left the fingers toying with the area of his boxer briefs that met his thigh. He licked his lips, smiled at Adair then kissed the older male before leaning down and licking down the length of the side of Adairās chest and right back up again - nipping at his neck as he did so.
āI really canāt wait anymore.ā He said, out of breath as he clawed desperately at Adairās underwear. āJust take them offā¦please.ā
Adair chuckled softly, "You know what....I think you're right about that" he mumbled, his conversation, along with his thoughts soon dying out as Andrew toyed with his upper lip. He liked the way the older male was tugging at it, teasing it slowly with his teeth, it made his body quiver and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up "Mmmm that feels.....so good" he murmured as he ran a hand desperately through Andrew's hair, clutching at handfuls of it, wanting it, wanting him closer. As close as he could possibly have him. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hold off for much longer, the suspense was torturing him and the anticipation of Andrew's hard naked body pressed against his own was almost too much to bear but he knew he had to compose himself, he had to take it slow no matter what message his brain...and his nether regions were sending him, screaming at him to push forward and ravage Andrew in an erotic, animalistic manner. The younger male could feel Adair's eyes on him, combing over every inch of his body, drinking him in like a fine scotch the kind he'd seen Andrew sipping delicately on more than one occasion. His chest was heaving and the fact that there was nothing but the thin layer and blue cotton and black fabric keeping their bodies from being naked and pressed up hard and passionately against each other was doing nothing for the throbbing in Adair's boxers. He looked at Andrew, licked his lips slowly then leaned in to kiss him hard, forcefully on his lips, pushing his tongue inside the older male's mouth, running it slowly over the roof of Andrew's mouth. Adair smirked happily when the older male jerked at his touch. He bit his lip and made a mental note to himself that Andrew enjoyed having his nipples touched and continued to run hand hands over the older males body. His lips found his jaw, chin, neck, clavicle, until finally he let his lips drag slowly over the older males nipple. He flicked his tongue deftly over it, leaving a slick wet trail there, before teasing, oh so gently of course with the edge of his teeth. He wanted to feel Andrew's body jerk again, he wanted to hear him moan, he sound of pleasure slip from his lips at his doing. He could tell the older male was more than aroused, the way his body was reacting to Adair's touches, caresses. The way he was laying there, chest rising and falling, hard-on prominent through his underwear, his fingers reaching out, almost clutching for Adair, hand trailing up his inner thigh, god it was all so perfect. Adair, had he been the sort of man with more will power could have sat back and stared at Andrew like this all night. But he didn't possess that amount of self control and by the looks of it Andrew was starting to loose his own. He could feel the older male's fingers, clawing desperately at his underwear and he knew that there was no way he could possibly hold off another second. The sensation of Andrew's tongue on his flesh caused the younger male to grunt, a small wet mark of pre-cum staining his dark blue boxer briefs.Ā Adair nodded swiftly and reached down, pushing his boxers off, making sure to pull them down slowly, his erection sprung forward as he dragged his underwear off. Quickly removing himself from his underwear, tossing them on the ground he reached forward, his hands grasping at Andrew's underwear, peeling them down, lips now pressed to his hips bones and he slowly, so slowly slipped the satin boxers over the older males erection. He smiled to himself as Andrew's thick shaft was soon revealed. Adair raised his head, glancing at the older male before hovering over him, kissing him again hard, his fist wrapping tightly around Andrew's member with one hand, his other hand gripping firmly at Andrew's left hand, guiding it down, pressing it to his own throbbing cock. "Touch me" he grunted into Andrew's mouth needing the contact more than anything else right now.
