Destroy life

Was Luc wrong or did his best friend get nervous? “I don't even know if they're real. An elevator, you and me and an elderly lady ... "

“It's real. Very real, believe me. You made me speechless when you… ”Definitely, John was embarrassed and put a grin on Luc's face.

The concerns vanished as quickly as they had come, he pulled his husband to him and robbed him of a short, but thoroughly sensual kiss. Even if the vernacular spoke of butterflies that upset the stomach, with Luc it was certainly bees that maltreated his stomach with their stings. "Did I tell you what I want after the woman got off the elevator?" He licked John's lips.

"No, not really!" He escaped breathlessly, while he tried not to come to rest with all his weight on him.

"We should definitely talk more about that, or I'll show you." Luc snapped his lips, ran his hands under John's shirt and stroked his tense back.

That was clearly too much for John's patience, who, already torn, clung to the other end. He was also just a man with desires and longings. What did Luc expect from him? That he could pull himself together forever and not attack him? Right now, when the memories were returning, it was far too daring to go into the seduction. Because what if his husband remembered what really was between them? What if he chased him out of his life like a mangy cat that was no longer capable of catching mice was driven from the farm?

Still, he couldn't escape the knowledgeable fingers on his skin that were slowly tampering with the waistband of his pants.

His throat went dry, his heart pounded violently, and his blood pooled unabashedly in his tail. So it was official, he mutated into a teenager who was made sharp by the slightest touch. Should it reassure him that Luc was no different? It didn't, rather the fact that he couldn't fight back and instead was rubbing his loins against his husband's leg troubled him. That in turn caused his thigh to rub against Luc's pants, which elicited a throaty moan. The pure seduction for John, whose mind hung out and took what his body longed for. Hot, devoted kisses, more demanding touches and words that promised a night full of new discoveries in an unknown field.

A new dimension seemed to arise in front of them, which lulled them and soaked them in. Never had either of the two felt better while they were intimate with another. It was more than the pure desire for instinctual satisfaction, it was feelings that they could read in each other's eyes.

Reluctance, shame and fears faded into the background. John began to strip off Luc's clothes, wanting to feel pure skin on his, unadulterated and genuine. Their hot breaths met as they looked deep into their souls.

Luc's member was velvety soft in his hand, fitting perfectly into it. With his eyes closed, John searched for the ideal rhythm and pressure for what he was doing. Slowly, so that it would soon be too little for his partner, he ran his hand up and down. Every time Luc tried to pick up the pace, John stopped, smiled at him, and caught himself in a kiss. When was the last time he'd exchanged such amounts of kisses in bed, he couldn't say, maybe because it had never been. But Luc's lips were more than just two fleshy appendages of the mouth, they were pure seduction and created to be kissed. How could he have defended himself against it?

Luc had never felt so loved in his life as he did at this moment. What he read in John's eyes was like a symphony written especially for him. He confidently let his husband take the lead, enjoyed what was offered and gave back what he received.

Almost unnoticed, John's hand slid lower down the dam to his anus. A jolt went through his body, uncertainty spread through him, while John looked at him and still did not stop caressing his asshole. With all the time in the world he stroked the twitching muscle again and again so that Luc relaxed again at some point and enjoyed the tingling in his abdomen. It was as auspicious as it was used to, chasing impulses through his body that shut off his mind. Even when it suddenly got chilly, he ignored it, indulging in the feelings that made him mindless.

With unbelievable patience John caressed his neck, whispered some words in his ear that Luc did not understand and continued to stroke the entrance to his core. A jolt went through Luc's body, whereby he made himself that the finger of his husband pushed into him. John widened his eyes, wanted to back away, but he wouldn't let it. Luc's emotions tumbled, the stimuli that this conquest triggered in him, nothing like what he had ever imagined or experienced.

His pleading gaze was heard by John, who was tempted to move his finger. Luc twitched uncontrollably, so grabbed the finger even deeper and asked for more. It wasn't enough, his insides burned with desire that wanted to be fulfilled.

John struggled with himself, last night's videos creeping into his mind. He knew what to do and yet his inhibitions held him back. What if he hurt Luc? If this then rejected him and ...

His thoughts came to an abrupt end when Luc bit his ear. "More, deeper, please!" The last impulse of his mind gave up warning him, instead his libido took over.

John slowly pulled his finger out of Luc, who was making displeasing noises, only to enter with two of them. He was greeted with wide eyes, bated breath and a groan, which made him bolder. The movements became more erratic, faster and, above all, harder, which his husband visibly enjoyed. John's cock pressed firmly against Luc's thigh, demanded his rights, wanted to be tied up as well. He slowly slid over his husband, withdrew his fingers and directed his member there instead. "I want you!", He whispered against Luc's lips, who looked at him with blinded eyes and nodded. "Relax, it might hurt."

John didn't know whether Luc really noticed the words, but warned himself to proceed slowly and not lose control. His gaze wandered to the gel that was on the bed and had already helped him. Unnoticed, he fished the little tube, opened it noiselessly and rubbed it into himself, while Luc asked for more again.

Beads of sweat ran down John's face as his glans pushed through the ring of the anus. He stared into the eyes of his best friend, who was fighting for every breath. He waited, struggling with the urge to plunge deep into it, and gave Luc time to get used to the unfamiliar stretch. They really exhausted their patience, their bodies trembling pleading for release as John took complete possession of his husband. "I can't take it for long," the words got away too quickly.

Luc stroked his cheek, caught some beads of sweat and gave him a smile. Again they fell into a kiss that could have lasted forever if their groins hadn't wanted more attention. John slowly pulled himself out of Luc and then immersed himself in him again. A slow, albeit hard, beat that only elicited incomprehensible sounds from both of them.

Luc huddled gently in John's arms, which he had wrapped around him. So fought against a strange feeling in him, which gave the term "used" a new meaning. The pressure in his intestines was only slowly releasing, it still felt like John was inside him. He was deeply relaxed and was soon breathing evenly and with low snoring noises.

Luc crept out of the bedroom unnoticed and after a stop in the bathroom his way led him into the kitchen. Routinely, he switched on the coffee machine, placed a cup under it and waited for the machine to squeeze out the caffeinated juice. He carefully sat down on one of the chairs. Not that it hurt him, but the feeling of his downside was unfamiliar and so he preferred to sit down with caution rather than forbearance.

On the table lay the newspaper that John had apparently put down unread. It was only just noon and the last few days have been quite exhausting. As always, Luc opened the folded paper in the middle. He skipped politics and sports because it had already been reported in the news. He was interested in regional things that happened to them.

The ad literally jumped at him and Luc was speechless. That couldn't be true, his father hadn't. He gasped in horror and swept the newspaper across the table onto the floor.

-On the occasion, Miller & Sohn separate from each other. We congratulate our son Luc Gregor Stone on his wedding to his best friend John Stone, junior manager of the Stone Printing Company. Best wishes from Gregor Miller and the staff.

Luc heard his father laugh maliciously, that was nothing more than a public blow and certainly just the beginning, as he knew him. Gregor wanted to make their lives hell and that was the first impetus.

"Damn shit!" Luc escaped a little too loudly.

Hardly two minutes later, bare feet padded across the floor, two arms wrapped around him and lips caressed his neck. "Are you okay with you?"

“No, nothing is okay. He will destroy our life. "