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As the man before him continued his touches, licking and sucking on Sterling’s neck, the dark haired young man was finding himself overwhelmed. Henry was a near force of nature and Sterling was more then alright with getting swept up in it. He had gone out on a Friday night which meant that today was Saturday and therefore free. Free for Sterling to indulge in the man before him and let Henry just order him around, fuck him and have sex for hours. Sterling couldn’t wait. “Henry, strong name.” He muttered to himself at the grip to his hair had him mewling out, enjoying the way that the other had him in his grasp. It was intoxicating for Sterling. Fiercely the younger grabbed for the elder’s crotch, needing to feel, to do something worthwhile. Too young and with too much energy to just stay back passively and let Henry do to him. Sterling had to be involved in some way. Oh shit, those growls went right to Sterling’s gut, churning with arousal as the other made a suggestion right with Sterling’s own wants as he found himself shoved down onto his knees. Right at the level to see that thick member, fuck it was like a third leg or something ti was so big, meaty and Sterling’s mouth watered. “Yeah. I do. I really do. I want to suck it, have you fuck my face, or just warm you for a bit. Please.” Sterling said, suggesting all that he wanted from him. He was on his knees, before the other and leaned in, one teasing kitten lick to the head of Henry’s shaft to taste a bead of pre-cum.
Henry was a man unafraid to approach those around him. He never prides himself on being overly confident, but he’s certain enough in his abilities, in himself, to seduce people into his bed who otherwise might not have found themselves there. Sterling in his bed had been a sight to be hold, complete with Riley and the two of them became a painting not even Picasso could do justice. Feeling the boy now, flush and needy for him while the idea of breakfast is pushed to the furthest recess of Henry’s mind, the professor desires to make Sterling come apart for him. His usual gentlemanly demeanor slips into the dominant force of nature he is in bed, but also the generous lover he’d bred himself to become over the years. In both rights, he can’t fight his urge to sink Sterling to his knees, or to quell his eagerness to have the boy there before him, peering up at him with those gorgeous hues as Sterling responds with his own desires. Words spilling past that pouting pink mouth Henry has wanted to fuck ever since he’d found him the evening before. Sure, the boy had given him a lick or two the evening before, but this was monumentally different than a few experimental licks. Henry’s soft growl echoes off the walls around them with that teasing little flick of Sterling’s tongue to his weeping tip. “Don’t tease me, baby... take me in your mouth, taste how hard you’ve made me,” he encourages with a low, commanding whisper, curling his large fingers against Sterling’s skull to push the head of his cock against those pillow lips.
