“Then never leave me.” He couldn’t believe he said that, or how desperately he meant it. Jazz chuckled and lay back on the pillow and comforter Michael had spread out for them. “What did I tell you? We’re not getting out of this lounger until there’s cum everywhere.” Michael had both feet on the patio, straddling the chair and Jazz. “You need to get the lube,” Jazz panted in reply. “I need you in me,” Michael leaned down and whispered in Jazz’s ear, nibbling on the lobe and licking the shell. They were both seeping enough precum that the glide of his hand was absolutely wonderful. Jazz reached down and took hold of their cocks as they kept kissing. They kissed for a long time, hands exploring torsos, hard cocks gently rubbing. With their height difference, Michael’s chin could all but rest on top of Jazz’s head, so he had to dip down to kiss that decadent mouth. Jazz sat up and they met in a tender kiss. Once fully exposed, Michael straddled Jazz’s lap, his sudden need to be filled with his lover’s cock overwhelming him. He sat back, but didn’t go far while they quickly shed their clothing and Michael set his glasses aside near the wine. That helpless begging was like a jolt of blood and steel through Michael’s already hard cock. “Fuck, I need you naked, baby,” Jazz whispered, both hands rubbing Michael’s shoulders.
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