"You feel so good," Steve muttered as he pulled away for a breath. Jackson grabbed Steve's face, dragging him back for another kiss, as if unwilling to let him go for even a moment. Jackson's tongue thrust between Steve's lips, invading and taking over Steve's mouth, and Steve loved it. It felt real, solid, like no one else had ever felt before. Jackson felt right in his arms, and Steve never wanted to let go.
"Upstairs," Jackson mumbled against Steve's mouth, still refusing to release him from the torrential kiss that rained down upon them.
The two stumbled their way up the stairs, bumping into walls and doorways as they went. Still without breaking their kiss, they scrambled to get their clothes off as they moved. Jackson fumbled with his pants while Steve kicked off his sweats and underwear with ease. Jackson barely relinquished Steve's lips long enough for them to pull their shirts over their heads before he was once again overwhelming Steve's mouth with an aggression that bordered on fanaticism.
It seemed forever before they bumped into the doorframe of Steve's bedroom and then against the footboard itself. Jackson stretched behind him fumbling for the light switch, and both men blinked as the bright light washed over them.
Jackson pulled himself away and Steve couldn't help the small mewl of disappointment at the loss of those soft lips.
"Don't worry, baby. We've got lots of time."
Steve whimpered, reaching for Jackson's warm body again, but Jackson evaded him. Jackson reached out, gave a gentle shove, and pushed Steve's unresisting body down on the soft, fluffy comforter. Jackson stared down at Steve with a predatory look in his eye.
Steve shivered as he felt that gaze raking his hypersensitive body. If the man continued to look at him like that, Steve was sure he'd come from that alone, and he didn't want that. He wanted Jackson in him when he came.
"Turn off the light and come to bed," Steve whispered as seductively as he could manage. He raised his arm as if to draw Jackson closer, but Jackson shook his head.
"Sorry, love. But the light stays on."
"No." Steve couldn't help the whine. He felt so awkward with the light on. Despite what Jackson said, Steve knew he didn't have the body anywhere near as spectacular as Jackson's.
"No, love." Jackson gave another wicked smile. "You really are beautiful, and I want to see all of you." Jackson kicked off his jeans and underwear before Steve could protest further, and anything else Steve was going to say flew out of his head as he finally gazed at his magnificent soon-to-be lover.
"You're beautiful," Steve whispered in awe.
"You're very hot yourself." Jackson grinned. He knelt on the foot of the bed and crawled to where Steve sprawled. Very slowly, he lowered himself over Steve so that every inch was covered, from chest to toe, by Jackson's body.
Steve reached out, tracing the golden skin before him. Jackson closed his eyes, as though savoring the moment.
"That feels amazing." Jackson's hips and body undulated against Steve's, pressing the man's hard cock against Steve's thigh again and again.
"You feel amazing. I've been waiting forever to touch you like this." Steve sighed, watching his pale fingers as they roamed, tracing intricate patterns over Jackson's bronze skin.
"Well, wait no longer and feel free to touch as much as you want."
Steve shifted a bit, until his hand could grasp Jackson's cock.
"Shit." Jackson bucked his hips, surprised at Steve's firm grip.
"At the risk of sounding cliché… my what a huge cock you have." Steve grinned.
"All the better to fuck you through the mattress with." Jackson grunted and closed his eyes, clearly trying to control himself as Steve gave a languid tug on the hard organ in his hand.
"If you don't stop that, I'm going to come in about five seconds." Jackson tried to look firm, but the pleasure coursing over his face belied his efforts.
"Hmm, I wouldn't want that. I want you to fuck me through the mattress." But Steve gave another tug, enjoying the feel of Jackson too much to stop.
With visible effort, Jackson reached down, grabbing Steve's hands and pinned them over his head.
"Pushy bottom," he muttered as he claimed Steve's lips in a kiss so carnal it was only moments before Steve's own member was dripping pre-come and he was straining against Jackson's body, trying to find release.
Jackson gave an evil chuckle and sat up, resting on his knees between Steve's legs.
"Lube? Condoms?" he demanded.
"Drawer," Steve panted, too charged up to do more than point with his chin.
Jackson smiled, looking like he knew full well how worked up he'd gotten Steve already. He leaned over Steve, stretching for the bedside table that Steve indicated. He'd barely gotten the drawer open before Steve's arms caressed his thighs.
Steve's palms caressed up Jackson's taut legs, floating over his hips and up toward his ribs, moving down over his lower back and sweeping over his ass before returning to his thighs and starting the journey over again and again as Steve pressed quick butterfly kisses and gentle nipping bites to Jackson's abdomen and hips.
"You taste so good." Steve moaned as he added long, languid strokes with his tongue.
"Fuck!" Jackson shouted, clutching at the headboard, allowing Steve to touch at his leisure.
Steve could see the tension in the man's body as it braced above his head. He smiled as this brought Jackson's cock almost directly in front of his face. He blew a teasing breath over the quivering cock and watched with delight as a small pearl-colored drop fell from the tip and onto Steve's chest.
His hands continued their caressing path over the beautiful skin in front of him as his teasing licks and bites drew slowly closer to their prize.
"Suck it," Jackson commanded hoarsely. Steve could see the man's knuckles were white where they clutched the headboard and it made him smile. Who knew he could drive the man so wild with only a few kisses?
Without hesitation, Steve shifted down a little on the comforter and he kissed Jackson's quivering member, letting his tongue and lips play over the shaft as he moved back and forth. Continuing his teasing torture, Steve didn't allow himself to touch the weeping crown or engulf the whole thing into his mouth, no matter how much he wanted it. This dance was about pleasure and torture and he wanted to enjoy it as much as he could before he gave into his desires to be fucked into oblivion.
"Suck. It," Jackson ordered, sounding as though he'd reached his limit.
Steve said nothing, grinning as he travelled slowly up the shaft again until he reached the tip. Without warning, Steve opened his mouth wide, consuming Jackson's entire member with one swift move.
Jackson shouted, unable to keep still as he bucked his hips. Years of swallowing cannolis and cream puffs had to be good for something. Steve relaxed his throat muscles, allowing Jackson free rein as the man fucked his mouth like a man possessed.
Steve hollowed his cheeks, flattened his tongue, and swallowed around Jackson's shaft as it went deeper into his throat. His hands drifted over Jackson's hips and thighs, never holding the man down, just giving him a brace to anchor against as Jackson's frantic rhythm stuttered.
"I'm coming." Jackson gasped, eyes flying open as he watched his shaft disappear time and again into Steve's swollen lips. Steve clasped Jackson's thighs, telling the man it was okay to come in his mouth as Jackson lost all rhythm and thrust as deep as he could.
"Steve," Jackson shouted as he thrust once, twice, three times and stilled so far down Steve's throat he could touch Steve's heart, and came. Steve swallowed again and again, massaging Jackson's shaft with his throat as the man twitched with the aftershocks. Steve pulled back a bit, allowing the smaller bursts of come to gather on his tongue before he swallowed them down, allowing him to taste the bittersweet flavor as he rolled Jackson's come over his sensitive palate.
Jackson's euphoric high calmed as he rested his hands on either side of Steve's head and panted, trying to get his breath back. Steve licked and sucked gently, cleaning the spend that he'd missed and bringing Jackson down slowly from his climax.
"Jesus, God," Jackson muttered. "That was amazing." He panted.
Steve grinned as Jackson pulled himself out with a resounding pop as Steve continued to suck steadily at the spent member.
Jackson grinned himself and captured Steve's mouth in a sensuous kiss. His tongue swept in, tasting himself in Steve's mouth and Steve groaned. Not many men were willing to kiss him after head. It was nice to see Jackson wasn't one of them. Steve loved to give head, almost as much as he loved to kiss. He was sure that with Jackson, he'd quickly become addicted to the man's many flavors.
Jackson's hard shaft rubbed against Steve's own, surprising him.
"You're hard again." Steve whispered in wonder between kisses.
"I never went soft." Jackson smiled, pulling away to gaze down into Steve's eyes. "Ready for that fucking through the mattress?" he quipped.
Steve moaned, thrusting his hips against Jackson's in answer. He was so hard and horny it hurt, and once Jackson had mentioned fucking, all of Steve's pent-up desire came rushing to the fore front again. He wanted Jackson, desperately.
"Stay still," Jackson demanded firmly as he sat up again. "No distracting me this time. I want that gorgeous ass and I want it now." He gave Steve's ass a playful squeeze as he reached for the lube again. Jackson dug around in the drawer for a moment before coming up with a huge bottle.
Jackson looked from the bottle to Steve, eyebrow raised in question.
"Hopeful were we?" he teased.
"More like desperate." Steve grinned back. "I was determined to seduce you every chance I got. And since it's Christmas, I didn't want to waste time trying to find an open store, in case we ran out."
Jackson threw back his head and laughed long and loud. It took a minute for his laughter to die down to amused chuckles and by that time, Steve was pouting.
"Fear not." Jackson leaned forward, kissing him silly again. "I had the same thought. Except I brought three smaller tubes rather than one large one."
Steve grinned and pulled Jackson in for another kiss. Jackson complied readily and was still kissing Steve as he dug blindly through the drawer, looking for the condoms. He couldn't seem to find them, even though he rooted through the whole drawer. Jackson had to break the kiss to look for them and Steve whined.
Without a word, Jackson pulled out a large box of condoms, raising that eyebrow in what Steve already knew was his 'amused at Steve' look.
"Shut up and fuck me." Steve rolled his eyes and slapped Jackson's thigh, hard.
"Yes, sir." Jackson cackled.
Jackson popped the lid off the new, huge bottle of lube and lubed up his fingers. Without preamble, Jackson thrust one finger, knuckle deep, into Steve's ass.
"Oh." Steve hissed and moaned at the bite of pain. Jackson paused, allowing him a moment to get used to the intrusion, but Steve thrust his hips demandingly. He loved a bit of pain with his pleasure, especially with such an aggressive and assertive lover like Jackson.
Jackson obliged, plunging his finger in and out slowly, stretching Steve's entrance.
"More," Steve demanded after several minutes.
Jackson pushed two, then three fingers into Steve's ass, scissoring them and slicking his hole.
"You look thoroughly debauched riding my fingers in your gorgeous ass," Jackson crooned.
"Yes," Steve groaned, thrusting his hips up to meet Jackson's movements. Jackson quirked his fingers, brushing Steve's prostate.
"God, yes," Steve cried out. Again and again Jackson brushed his hot bundle of nerves, sending Steve into the throes of ecstasy.
"Fuck me," Steve demanded, grabbing on to Jackson's shoulders as he rode those devious fingers as they filled his body with such pleasure Steve was sure he would explode at any moment.
"Are you ready?" Jackson stilled, fingers pressing against Steve's prostate in pure torture.
"Yes, yes. Ready. Now!" Steve panted, desperate to come.
"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to hurt you."
"Yes. Yes. Now, now, now, now, now," Steve chanted frantically, pinching Jackson's shoulder to get the man moving.
"Hmm, if I wasn't so turned on by your hot body, I'd torture you more, but I've got to have you, now," Jackson purred into Steve's ear as he thrust his fingers deeper, obviously enjoying Steve’s begging.
"Yes, now," Steve whined.
Jackson had the condom on and his iron-hard shaft slicked up in record time. He paused at the entrance, his cock resting against Steve's puckered entrance.
"Look at me, baby," Jackson demanded. "Watch how well we fit together."
Steve couldn't respond, shaking his head no instead. His eyes were scrunched shut and he wriggled his hips, demanding Jackson continue.
"No," Jackson said, his tone firm and brooking no argument. "Open your eyes and watch. I want you to see how beautiful we are together."
Steve keened loudly and it took several moments for him to gather the control needed to open his eyes. He looked down to where he and Jackson were connected and groaned as Jackson pressed inside.