He stared into the fire, eyes burning as he tried to focus on the wavering flames spitting sparks of bright orange into the air. The scent of burning wood filled his senses. And then he thought he'd died and gone to heaven when Cooper again changed position, his head between Ian's legs as he leaned up and sucked Ian's cock into his mouth, almost shooting Ian over the edge.
Ian groaned with the desire that flowed through him like lightning. Cooper's tongue dipped into the slit, teased over the flared knob, and then he sucked Ian's cock into the warm, moist texture of his mouth. He slid up and down, suctioning along his length, until Ian didn't think he could take much more.
Ian began to move his hips, thrusting back and forth. Close to coming, so very, very close. Cooper's hands cupped Ian's ass, kneading the flesh. Thick fingers teased at his anus, spreading him. The flare of desire washed over Ian until he could think of nothing beyond fucking the man who was going down on him like Ian's cock was the closest thing to a luxurious feast he would ever get.
Cooper's fingers trailed down Ian's crack, cupped his testicles, stroking across the tight, drawn-up sac. And as much as Ian wanted to come right then and there, he wasn't quite ready. Not just yet. He wanted to hold that feeling--the deep, rich sensation like he hadn't felt in eighteen years. All-encompassing. The honest desire to fuck this man until he had no strength left.
Suddenly, he pulled from Cooper's grasp, spun around and straddled his lover, who was now on his back. The first thing Ian saw was Cooper's cock bobbing stiff and hard against the man's belly. And that was exactly his target as his legs straddled Cooper's head.
Pre-cum oozed from the slit. Cooper groaned at the first touch of Ian's tongue to the slit of his dripping glans. And then Ian felt Cooper's hands on him again. And his mouth surrounding Ian's cock, just as Ian sucked Cooper's prick into his mouth.
The evening had only just begun.