Krem swore under his breath, mild and laughing, as Peter started to play with him like that. It was subtle, for now. Building. Krem had been a little turned on just from showing up and the couple of friendly kisses, and the hand down the front of his pants certainly helped. Peter's bold exploration made Krem squirm as he focused on cutting fish for the stew, hurrying more than he would normally.
He wanted to drag out this playful teasing, but he wanted Peter to have better access to him even more than that. And, beyond that, there was that toy he'd sent him in the bag he'd brought still. That could wait. They had all night, after all.
Half distracted with Peter's questing fingers teasing and touching over his thighs and his covered cunt, Krem finished the last of the prep work and threw it into the pot. He could feel his thighs gently trembling with desire.
"You're incorrigible," he sighed, shoving his hips back against Peter's in a gentle temptation.
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He enjoyed that reaction immensely, the soft swearing and the less subtle laugh. Sex was supposed to be fun, freeing, and relaxed. Peter prided himself in giving his partners a good time, even if today that could be counterproductive to their future dinner.
Their closeness and all that squirm were having an effect on him as well, his cock stirring to life and hardening as they got more handsy. They would have time for the toy later, he wasn't worried about that. The evening was going to be long and, if Peter had any saying in it, pleasingly filled with mind-breaking orgasms.
"It's part of my charm." It was said against the curve of Krem's neck, the tip of Peter's nose brushing against the back of the right ear. His breath caught, and his pupils grew wide when Krem's ass pressed against his front. His body's response was to press himself forward in return, cock straining in his jeans and now more in contact with Krem's backside. They fit perfectly together. "And you're very tempting. How I am supposed to resist this?"
Peter's hands roamed. The one under Krem's shirt moved up to cup his left breast and give it a squeeze. Fingers teasing the nipple over the lace, careful not to tear it in the process. The other trailed up from between Krem's legs to the flat of the man's stomach, and then Peter brought it to his mouth. First, he ran a thumb under the lower lip, then pressed his index and middle finger over it. "Suck on them. Get them nice and wet."
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He wanted to drag out this playful teasing, but he wanted Peter to have better access to him even more than that. And, beyond that, there was that toy he'd sent him in the bag he'd brought still. That could wait. They had all night, after all.
Half distracted with Peter's questing fingers teasing and touching over his thighs and his covered cunt, Krem finished the last of the prep work and threw it into the pot. He could feel his thighs gently trembling with desire.
"You're incorrigible," he sighed, shoving his hips back against Peter's in a gentle temptation.
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He enjoyed that reaction immensely, the soft swearing and the less subtle laugh. Sex was supposed to be fun, freeing, and relaxed. Peter prided himself in giving his partners a good time, even if today that could be counterproductive to their future dinner.
Their closeness and all that squirm were having an effect on him as well, his cock stirring to life and hardening as they got more handsy. They would have time for the toy later, he wasn't worried about that. The evening was going to be long and, if Peter had any saying in it, pleasingly filled with mind-breaking orgasms.
"It's part of my charm." It was said against the curve of Krem's neck, the tip of Peter's nose brushing against the back of the right ear. His breath caught, and his pupils grew wide when Krem's ass pressed against his front. His body's response was to press himself forward in return, cock straining in his jeans and now more in contact with Krem's backside. They fit perfectly together. "And you're very tempting. How I am supposed to resist this?"
Peter's hands roamed. The one under Krem's shirt moved up to cup his left breast and give it a squeeze. Fingers teasing the nipple over the lace, careful not to tear it in the process. The other trailed up from between Krem's legs to the flat of the man's stomach, and then Peter brought it to his mouth. First, he ran a thumb under the lower lip, then pressed his index and middle finger over it. "Suck on them. Get them nice and wet."