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Tease Root and test his patience was being fun to Lucian. He felt a certain hungry on mechanic’s touch and it make everything better. Lucian wasn’t the kind of “just go for it”. He usually enjoy. Touch. Play. Acting that way most to tease the man. Until that moment he let Root think that was controling the situation. Not at all. But Root’s hands on his waist was making a little bit hard to him to keep the concentration.
He looked at him and smirked, taking off his shirt and slowly trailing his fingers on his chest toward his pants. He looked straght to his eyes and kept the gaze exploring Root’s body with his fingers. and them, he umbuttomed his pants and grabbed it down. A hand softly stroked his shaft over his boxers before slip it down. Lucian slowly licked his lips still gazing at Root and lean to whisper on his ear. “Well… I made my choice. I think that means it’s your turn. Right?” He always know that isn’t a smart thing tease guys, like the way he was doing, but he couldn’t help it.
There was a surprising smirk that crossed Lucian's lips and that was enough to make Root want to--well, just go for it. Cause the younger man to lose that smirk that didn't suit him, make his mouth fall open in other ways, but Root's shirt was lifted after and he rose his arms up to assist. The dark shirt was peeled away and tossed aside, and before it landed Root had let out a calm breath and felt Lucian's palm lay flat on his chest. The mechanic tensed his muscles purposefully for Lucian, give him the show, let him see and experience every curve that made up Root's form. It all came natural, from his constant physical work.
Root stood at attention, two parts of him did, as the fingers gripped his jeans and they opened. The mechanic almost toed out of them but then Luc's hand was fondling his member and that had his eyebrows furrowing and a near growl leaving his breath. Now the air met his seven inch cock and he dropped his hands from Luc's sides to finish removing the material, shoes, socks, the like. He was liking Lucian more and more by the second, but he had to find a way to outdo him, get him to a similar state he was trapped in.
"Good choice." Root grinned, reaching up to feel along Luc's chin and jawline. His eyes followed the trail before finding Lucian's almost silver eyes at the end. "It must be."
He dipped his fingers down, the corner of his jaw, the line of his throat, and brushed a semi circle around the collar of his shirt. Now, Root leant in, and allowed his lips to follow, jaw, throat, collar bone. Lucian's skin was soft, proof of his life spent in a lab, and it tasted delicious. Carrying a normal touch of salt, but a level of cleanliness Root wasn't familiar with greased and sweaty mechanic men, this he could get used to. While his tongue, lips, teeth remained on Lucian's collar he shoved up the younger mans shirt and stroke his thumbs directly across his nipples before pulling away enough to remove the shirt. His lips latched onto one of the buds and teethed gently inches away from it. Root's hands progressed, feeling across Lucian's bare back, the dip, and faint soft hairs, until he could curl his hands in and grip his ass. He tucked his fingers in deep, almost feeling to his crotch, and toying between his cheeks.
