Really bro? Challenge me? Fine. [There's a shrug of his shoulders like what he's about to do is no big deal. Max looks at Michael in a whole new way and his stomach clenches. He knows that this is so fucking forbidden, but his mind doesn't care anymore.
They've been teasing each other and talking about this shit all night, and Michael dared him. Max doesn't back down. Taking the salt, max moves and pushes his brother's shirt up, slipping down to his knees in front of Michael, he knows he could do a lot of other things, but this is simple-- and it falls within what they're doing right now.
With the precision of one who has done this so many fucking times, Max sends his tongue in a bold swipe over Michael's nipple, and then swirls it around the golden brown circle with a flourish. Sitting back with a smug look on his face, he takes the salt and sprinkles it all around the area then drops back to the nipple.
This time he curls his tongue over the entire thing with small cat-like licks before pulling the whole nipple in his mouth and biting down. Max's teeth close over the ring of nipple tightly, and pull back hard while his tongue flicks and plays with the tiny nub in the center. he does this for a while and then suddenly releases with a few more licks, and a long breath.
Finishing the act, the alien grabs the bottle of tequila, rather than a measely shot to mark the occasion, and drinks deep. He pauses, and then lifts his brow. Unfinished he thinks. Catching a lime between two fingers, Max marks Michael's lips with it so that he can lean in close one more time. His tongue exquisite in form, as it carefully tames the outside of Michael's lips, painting them in his glistening saliva. Then his mouth forms around a full bottom lip before sucking and biting at it, savoring every bit of flavor, yet pulling away and dropping it without so much as a real kiss. There. ]
Mmm, I love tequila. Don't you Michael? [He laughs softly, although his body is breathing roughly as he tries not to show exactly how much what he did affected him, or the press of a large cock tight and long in his jeans]
I can only imagine how much you like getting on your knees. I never knew what a bottom your were. I'm a switch, very much one, but i think you figured that out already. Being throat fucked does feel good once you figure it out. You've got a few years on me.
[Staring at Michael now, he licks his lips, lost in the thought of Michael on his knees with Max's cock down his throat. Shit. it's getting warm in here. Max wants it all now. He wants to get back between those legs and lick that beautiful ass, sop it up and make Michael beg, he wants the cock in his mouth, his ass, he wants it all. He wants a night of only them, doing all the things they never should do...Fuck, fuck, fuck.]
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They've been teasing each other and talking about this shit all night, and Michael dared him. Max doesn't back down. Taking the salt, max moves and pushes his brother's shirt up, slipping down to his knees in front of Michael, he knows he could do a lot of other things, but this is simple-- and it falls within what they're doing right now.
With the precision of one who has done this so many fucking times, Max sends his tongue in a bold swipe over Michael's nipple, and then swirls it around the golden brown circle with a flourish. Sitting back with a smug look on his face, he takes the salt and sprinkles it all around the area then drops back to the nipple.
This time he curls his tongue over the entire thing with small cat-like licks before pulling the whole nipple in his mouth and biting down. Max's teeth close over the ring of nipple tightly, and pull back hard while his tongue flicks and plays with the tiny nub in the center. he does this for a while and then suddenly releases with a few more licks, and a long breath.
Finishing the act, the alien grabs the bottle of tequila, rather than a measely shot to mark the occasion, and drinks deep. He pauses, and then lifts his brow. Unfinished he thinks. Catching a lime between two fingers, Max marks Michael's lips with it so that he can lean in close one more time. His tongue exquisite in form, as it carefully tames the outside of Michael's lips, painting them in his glistening saliva. Then his mouth forms around a full bottom lip before sucking and biting at it, savoring every bit of flavor, yet pulling away and dropping it without so much as a real kiss. There. ]
Mmm, I love tequila. Don't you Michael? [He laughs softly, although his body is breathing roughly as he tries not to show exactly how much what he did affected him, or the press of a large cock tight and long in his jeans]
I can only imagine how much you like getting on your knees. I never knew what a bottom your were. I'm a switch, very much one, but i think you figured that out already. Being throat fucked does feel good once you figure it out. You've got a few years on me.
[Staring at Michael now, he licks his lips, lost in the thought of Michael on his knees with Max's cock down his throat. Shit. it's getting warm in here. Max wants it all now. He wants to get back between those legs and lick that beautiful ass, sop it up and make Michael beg, he wants the cock in his mouth, his ass, he wants it all. He wants a night of only them, doing all the things they never should do...Fuck, fuck, fuck.]