Sunday Snog - The Morning After

I've got a sweet snog for you this Sunday from my holiday M/M paranormal, Necessary Madness. Well, maybe not 100% sweet, but compared to my usual excerpts, it is!

After you've enjoyed Rob's and Kyle's kiss, head over to Victoria Blisse's hangout, for lots more Sunday smooches.

“Good morning, baby.” Rob’s husky voice interrupted Kyle’s musings. “You’re up early.” The cop stepped between Kyle’s splayed thighs and pulled Kyle into a fierce kiss. One hand dropped down to stroke Kyle’s rapidly hardening penis. 

 

Kyle relaxed into Rob’s embrace. Rob’s tongue invaded his mouth, demanding a submission that Kyle was eager to give. Meanwhile, his host’s fingers danced up and down his rigid shaft, sending bolts of pleasure racing up Kyle’s spine. The tightness in his balls told him he’d spurt in moments if Rob continued his massage. He wasn’t sure whether he was glad or sorry when the cop released him.

“Coffee smells great. But I’m so hungry I could eat a horse. Why don’t we get dressed? We’ll hit the Boulevard Diner before I go to work.”

Kyle reached for Rob’s half-hard dick. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go back to bed?”

“Ah, Kyle…” Rob favoured him with an affectionate grin. “Of course I would. But, unfortunately, the force doesn’t give me time off to butt-fuck gorgeous young men.”

Kyle’s sphincter clenched. Ripples of pain turned to aching pleasure by the time they reached his cock. He rubbed his thumb over the bulb of Rob’s cock, then slid two fingers down the length. The rod jerked and swelled in his hand. “Seems like we need to take a shower first, don’t you think?” He squeezed. Rob gasped. “You might get some people upset if you come in to work smelling like cum.”

“True. I suppose that we do have time for a quick shower.” Rob didn’t resist as Kyle led him by his cock toward the bathroom.

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After they had consumed more coffee, and unhealthy quantities of bacon, eggs, and home fries, Rob dropped Kyle back at the apartment. He leant across the gear shift to offer a solid kiss. Kyle relished the tang of the Tabasco in which Rob drowned his over-easies.

“I’ll be home in the early afternoon,” Rob said, finally breaking the clinch. “And I don’t want you going anywhere, do you understand?”

“What about lunch?”

“We’ll eat when I get back.”

“I’ll have a cock sandwich, then,” Kyle teased.

“Please, have some mercy. My cock is practically hard-boiled from that last shower.”

“Well, as long as it’s hard…”

“You little wretch! Behave yourself. I’m late already.”

“Okay, okay. I know when I’m not wanted.”

“You’re wanted, boy. I would think you’d understand that by now.” This kiss was gentle, wistful, with an underlying reluctance. Kyle sensed Rob fighting against himself. The cop still couldn’t completely accept his tender feelings. 

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By the way, I never heard from my winner from last week's snog, so I've drawn a new name. Congratulations to Laurel! I'll be contacting you to send you your autographed copy of Quarantine!