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Mar. 22nd, 2004 11:45 pm
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Clay is walking along the shoreline. His jeans are wet from the spray but he doesn’t seem to notice.
He is wearing a jacket for once.

He isn’t looking for Weps.




Exactly.

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Date: 2004-03-24 10:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mute-clay.livejournal.com
Clay doesn't know which is better, the sounds or the feel of Weps' fingers in his hair.

He looks up at Weps, wetting his lips and then lets his mouth slide down his cock, a slow, slick movement, pausing when he is halfway and then letting Weps' cock slide slowly back out, stopping when his lips are right below the head, moving his tongue a little, looking at Weps.

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Date: 2004-03-24 11:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com
The heat of Clay's mouth and the soft touch of tongue on the sensitive head of his cock makes Weps body shudder and jerk he whimpers with pleasure. His fingers grip Clay's hair tighter and his hips buck forward slightly, easing the intensity of the moment. He can't get over the look in Clay's eyes.

"Fuck, that feels goddamned good," Weps groans, watching his cock slide in and out of Clay's lips. "You've a truly beautiful mouth."

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Date: 2004-03-24 11:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mute-clay.livejournal.com
Clay relaxes and finally touches Weps' putting both hands on his hips, encouraging him to move. Faster. Deeper.

He wants to hear him.

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Date: 2004-03-24 11:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] peter-weps-ince.livejournal.com
"Yes...that's so good, yes..." Weps lets out a long rasping groan of pleasure and relief at the feel of Clay's hands on his body. The hand at Clays' neck relaxes and his fingers press gently against his nape.

"Yes...yes," he grates out, thrusting carefully at first, not wanting to hurt, but the friction and heat of Clay's mouth is too much and Weps thrusts deeper, moaning loudly now, almost keening, his breathing ragged.

Weps thrusts into Clay's mouth one last time, his hips locked and comes with a hoarse howl of pleasure, his hands gripping Clay's hair.

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Date: 2004-03-24 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mute-clay.livejournal.com
Having his mouth filled, used, and Weps' howl, the feel of his hot come filling Clay's mouth has made him achingly hard.

He strokes himself as he continues to suckle Weps' cock, nuzzling the soft skin between thigh and hip.

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