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It is part of some people to believe that summer has always the best mood for everything in their lives: vacation, beach trips, pool parties with friends and drinks, etc. Propaganda really does its job when it comes to a season that can be overly optimised when other people know that they would prefer one that is at least a little bit more colder. Why? The winds feel like it warms more than it refreshes, it's the season most insects become active including mosquitoes, you're obliged to dress formally and deal with the heat if there's no air conditioner, and it's impossible to take a shower without leaving the bathroom already sweating again. Quite a long day for them, a sincere summer day
By the time now, it was evening. And it was at that time of the year James wished he lived somewhere far more vegetated. Leaning on the bedroom's porch, his hair was tied in a messy ponytail, wearing nothing but a sheer blouse, oversized and letting the wind through to hit his body. James dragged his arm across his forehead, eyes following mindlessly what was going on nearby, and he exhaled, freeing the smoke held by his lungs. "I must be a fucking hypocrite" he whispered to himself, smiling bitterly as he held his attention on a bar, inhaling slowly on his cigarette "I complain about him drinking while I'm just here..." James exhaled, this time aiming up to the sky without paying much attention to his self criticism
"Maybe I should really stop..."
"Considering my pleads, Bond?"
Asked Draven from the bed. James looked over his shoulder to see him laying on the edge: Draven was on his stomach, arm hanging out of the matress, almost touching the floor; his bare back raising and falling slowly with every breath he took. James could tell Draven was smiling briefly, so he gave a side smile in return
"I'm still thinking" James said as he put the cigarette back on his mouth, tip lighting up as oxygen kissed every burning bit of the herb inside
Draven sighed, turning on his back as he groaned annoyed, feeling his stomach cooling down and his back warming up. He stared at the ceiling, tracing shadows the light fixture drew along with the weak lighting of the outside. Draven was tired, yet he couldn't sleep. Neither of them could
His thoughts drifted off to a haze, letting himself listen to the small details. The faint sound of cars passing by and distant noises downtown made Draven feel like a citizen, doing nothing but worrying about a different life, a different job and different problems. He remembered about the short period of his childhood when he was an actual citizen; a child living with his mother, growing up speaking english in school and spanish with his relatives that he used to visit at weekends
Draven snapped out of his daydream as he coughed, feeling the strong smell of smoke invade his pharynx. His head turned to James again, the back of his neck was already sweaty
"You better think about it quick before your lungs start failing on you. The last thing I want is to know you caught pneumonia or something"
James exhaled again, looking down on his feet, feeling a distant bitter yet fresh taste on his tongue. He looked back up at the other
"Well, and if I'm still taking these amnestics, it sure is for something that is way worse than smoking"
Draven frowned unimpressed at the excuse. He sat up, making eye contact with James
"Come here"
"Why?"
"Come here"
He repeated calmly. James huffed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose before pressing the cigarette's tip on the ashtray, putting it out. He then pulled a mint candy from his blouse's pocket, eating it as he closed the curtains behind him. James watched Draven get up from the bed and place a hand on his back
"Breathe"
James complied. He did it perfectly fine except he took a little longer to breathe out. Draven pulled him for a hug, burying his head on James's shoulder
"See? Your breathing rhythm has changed"
"It's not like I am about to die either"
"I just don't want to lose you again, that's all"
James opened his mouth to speak but a small hum came out instead. It made sense, afterall, all James has seen around the Site lately was nothing but quiet talks and concerned stares. Whatever happened, it was bad enough to make James think of it, still he agreed it was better to simply forget. He leaned onto Draven, who started kissing on his neck, shaking the bad thoughts off under sheltering touch. James ran his hands up Draven's back, drawing them closer, letting out a shuddered gasp as he felt a gentle bite on his earlobe. Strong, caring hands stroke on his pale waist, back and chest; then playing with the buttons of his blouse, hanging them loose one by one
Draven laid back on the bed, contemplating James's front view. Stripping by just pulling the corners of the clothing down his shoulders, James found himself exposed to his husband. His heart skipped a beat as he felt the silk slide on his back and let go of his wrists
The dim light caught on James's silhouette, a curvy waist with thin yet firm arms made him look somewhat fragile but tough as he walked towards the bed. James leaned down, supporting his arms down by Draven's sides, pressing their lips togehter and slithering his hands up Draven's shoulders. The mint overcame the taste of tobacco pretty well
Draven gave James access by opening his mouth just a little more; their tongues danced together, inviting them to a stronger desire. Draven held onto James's nape, melting into the kiss before reaching out for the pocket of his jeans and pulling out a small packing. James smirked as he recognized the sound of it
"Can't sleep, hon?"
"Why, can you?"
James passed a leg over Draven, sitting between his knees as he drove his hands down to take the pants off. He did it smoothly, unzipping and unbuttoning in a second, then sliding it down Draven's legs and setting it aside, working on his briefs next. James felt his face flush at the sight of Draven's dick, already half erected, soon feeling the space between his thighs pulse. Draven held the condom up, getting James's attention
"Wanna go or I go?"
James eyed it for a few moments before clicking his tongue teasingly
"Put it on yourself"
He moved away from Draven, leaving the bedroom and getting a bottle of cold water from the fridge, opening it up as he returned. He drank up from it as he waited, and offered the bottle to Draven, who simply placed it on the nightstand after eyeing it, disturbed. James couldn't help a chuckle, kissing Draven's forehead to comfort him, holding him still by the shoulders as he positioned himself
A small grunt left James's throat, feeling the warm tip poke into his entrance. He started slow, pushing himself down bit by bit as Draven sighed from the feeling of James taking him over patiently. The latter build an up-and-down motion, legs trembling while moving, letting out shaky, helpless sighs. Draven held on James's hips, offering support, feeling his gentle motion before yelping at a sudden change in speed, hissing with a faint smile through his teeth
James panted, frowning as he called Draven's name, eyes rolling up and fluttering close in ecstasy; his lower stomach tensed from sensitive corners being touched. He slowed down, arching his back and trying to feel everything he could: Draven's lenght stretched on James's inside, leaving him with a burning sensation and the feeling of being filled up just perfectly; his mouth went agape, letting moaning gasps come out as their bodies slipped onto each other with ease
Draven looked up at his lover, enjoying on his amazement, then down at his hips, watching him move as held on them. He felt somewhat hypnotised by how James managed to keep it up while stroking himself. Draven closed his eyes as he leaned his head on the pillows, breathing in and groaning with delight. It didn't even feel like the condom was there, the sensation of James's soft walls involving and squeezing him was just impecable, feeling his own lenght twitch and the muscles of his abdomen tickle from the eager of release. "Mental note to buy more of this brand" Draven remarked in his head as he gently waved his hips, seeking more of his love's warmth
He opened his eyes to look back up at James, now having his head tilted to the side, leaned on the shoulder, eyes closed and mouth ajar with closed teeth. The lenses of his glasses fogged up at the corners of the bridge
"Not gonna lie, you look pretty hot with those on..." Draven amused
James's eyes became half-opened with his gaze piercing Draven's, licking on his lips as a response. He then started a harder pace, rocking his hips back and forth and making them sink further onto the bed; Draven cursed under his breath, throwing his head back as James's intensity stimulated his throbbing shaft, bucking his hips up desperately. James covered his mouth with his hands, unable to help loud moans from feeling Draven hit right on the spot. His balance faltered, quivering as he let himself fall onto Draven's stomach, making him huff in reflex and hold on his arms
James leaned down on the other's heaving chest, feeling his hair being played between Draven's fingers. He laughed silently, lips curving up in a smile, allowing himself to roll over with Draven and stay underneath. James reached up to take off his glasses, placing them down on the nightstand
Meanwhile, Draven kneeled up, holding on James's knees, keeping them well apart and rutting into him with a slower, evener pace. Silent squeaks brought Draven to watch his spouse again: their hair was messy under the head, scattered around the pillows and forehead, wettened with sweat; one arm bended behind the pillow and the other barely covered their eyes, unfocused and hazed with pleasure; they bit on their lower lip as their inside turned sensitive, rolling their hips along with Draven's
Draven felt playfull, pulling out and hearing James groan distressed, kissing on his cheek for solace. He followed down to his jaw before heading to his collarbone and chest. James took a deep breath, letting himself relax, feeling the sweet kisses Draven gave through his body. His legs stiffed slightly as he felt Draven's hand caressing his lenght, feeling his hot breath trace down his V-line
The next second, James felt a warm lick all the way from the base to the tip, making him gasp. James peeked down, watching Draven with eyes closed, hands rested on his stomach and leg and working on his glan with the mouth. James shivered, pleased with the other's tongue but agonized by feeling so little of it
"Take it" Pleaded James in a cracked whisper "It's all yours, take it"
James kept whispering dirty wishes, eagering Draven's touch until he found himself holding onto the sheets, letting his curving back his spine and crossing his ankles behind Draven's shoulders. He held James by the waist, lips wrapped around his dick and bobbing his head as endless regales rolled out of James's mouth
Draven massaged on James's inner thighs as he took him to the back of his throat. He kept it inside for a few moments, letting his tongue feel through all of it before releasing and sucking down on the sides, gradually heading lower, leaving a thin string of precum connecting his mouth to James's dick
James placed a hand on Draven's head, gripping on his hair mightly. It stinged, making his upper lip twitch, but Draven couldn't help the good feeling it caused, encouraging him to bite on James's crotch, making him squeal helplessly and beg for more. He bit on the other side, feeling James's legs spasming, then on his V-line, dangerously close to the base before going back to it
James drooled as he moved into Draven's mouth until he reached his limit, legs shaky as he let it all out. Draven's throat tightened around the girth, the muscles of James's abdomen forced out the last few drops as the other swallowed it down, letting go and breathing sharply, licking his lips clean
Draven trailed more kisses back up James's torso, playing with his chest by provoking his ribs with hot breath and licking on his nipples until he reached his neck, sucking and nibbling on his sweet spot. James held onto him, stroking his curls and keeping his head in place, feeling Draven's arms lock tight around him. Their airs burned on each other and their sweats glued them together; for a moment, James could feel more than just Draven attacking his neck. He could feel his scarred skin, his heartbeat, his thick yet soft hair, his weight, and his firm hips moving between his spreaded legs along with the pulse of their cocks rubbing together; James felt Draven's love in the act and in him as a whole, all at once. He felt alive
Draven sat up, turning James around and lifting his butt, then leaning down on his arms. He lined himself up, pushing back inside James slowly and picking up speed, huffing and unable to complete a single word. James bit on the pillow he hugged on, chest frictioning against the sheets and turning hot with every thrust Draven gave, accompained by the noises of slapping skin and creaks coming out from the box spring. It felt intoxicating, but it was just so gratifying, James could just close his eyes and let Draven take his time, savouring the moment among sweet, half-formed sentenses and lovely vocals, feeling his prostate being hit again and again so roughly yet so carefully
Draven's breath wheezed as he felt close, bringing his hips to slow down and resting his forehead on James's shoulder blade, stopping. The latter took his hand, entwining their fingers and whispering a brief 'I love you', making Draven smile and kiss on his skin as he built up his pace again. Their moans grew louder and shakier until James felt his lower stomach unknoting one more time. Draven clenched his teeth, growling and tensing his back
"FUCK! JAMES I'M-"
He let his weight give the final jerks while holding onto the headboard. James screamed onto the pillow, squirming and quivering, cumming for a second time. Draven colapsed on top of James, feeling dizzy and listening to each other's sharp breaths until they grew silent and synced
James turned to face Draven, pulling him closer and taking his lips passionately, moving his hips sloppily and taking the rest of Draven's fluid out into the condom. Their legs entangled and their minds hazed, feeling high in the afterglow. Draven pulled out effortlessly, whispering sweet nothings to James, picking him up from the bed as he reached for the bottle to drink the rest of the water. It wasn't even midnight by the time he glanced at the clock
Draven helped washing James's back as they enjoyed the fresh water under their bodies. He leaned his head against James's wet hair, earning a giggle and a soft headbutt on his jaw, holding him closely and touching their faces together, comforting on each other's company. After the bath, they were laying down on the bed loosely; new sheets and a lighter cover were put, feeling cooler. James changed to a crop top along with shorts as Draven had nothing but new boxers on. The latter was at the verge of falling asleep until he heard James sitting up, reaching for the lighter. Draven took it away immediatly and pulled him back down under his arms. James made a sound of protest but Draven promptly interrupted
"No, you'll not"