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“Are you positive you’ve gotta go to sleep right now?” You nod towards your door “It’s a short trip to my room.”
Baxter swiveled, one hand still in his pocket. His eyebrows had quirked upwards, his mouth bowed in a sweet ‘v’ of a smile.
“What, missing me already?” He exhales amused by your request “Much as I hate to say goodnight, it wouldn’t be sensible to continue our tryst any later, wouldn't you say?” As he tries to finish his sentence, you grab his wrist and tug slightly. You knew you'd appear desperate, but he was pulling away, and you had no idea when the next time such a moment could occur between the two of you. Certainly not while you both stayed at Sunset Bird.
“What if that’s the point? To do something... not sensible.” A shy yet daring smile sweeps across your lips. Your cheeks flushed and warmed, so much so that you felt yourself almost tremble from embarrassment, possibly due to the brazenness of your deceleration. You felt the anxiety rising inside of you, swimming with the hot chocolate in your stomach and turning into something sweet. A moment to remain with him forever.
He stared at you for a second or two, frowning slightly. You watched as his porcelain complexion was gradually tinted with the slightest hint of red. His eyes narrowed. "I see." He laughed unguardedly, as if you had caught him completely off guard. His attention briefly shifted to your mouth, and he swallowed.
You found his hand against yours and pulled him over to door 194. He allowed himself to be led; his grip was eager. Together, you slipped into the bedroom. Inside, Baxter politely pushed shut the door and rested his spine against it. In his gentle brown eyes, his pupils had disappeared within them. He waited for your next move as you took a moment to take him in. The persistent tension at the base of your skull increased tenfold. It drew you in more than ever before, perhaps because you knew this was only temporary.
Baxter wouldn’t be near enough to touch for much longer. But all you wanted was whatever he would give you, whatever you could have from him. You were already very far gone.
You leaned in and kissed him, smiling against his firm mouth, which curved upward. You felt the vibration of a low chuckle pass through him, which was soon replaced by the subtle sounds of his breathing. He was a fun kisser, relaxing into it, moving languidly, and following your lead as the two of you played with each other. You settled into a rhythm, enjoying the gentle push and pull and the warmth of your shared breath. You could taste the refreshing peppermint tea he'd had earlier, and you hoped some hot chocolate lingered on you as well. To further sweeten this moment.
Aside from the peppermint taste, you noticed the smell on him. Faint sweat from today's hike lingered on him, and his shampoo had a pleasant floral scent that clung to his skin. When he let you borrow his shirt, you smelled a familiar fragrance. Was this his favorite cologne, then?
He liked your hands on him, that much was obvious. You could tell from the way he moved under your touch, his other arm around your waist to pull you even closer to him. You clutched at the fabric of the shirt. Khaki, still. He chuckles, pulling away from your eager make out. You caught a flash of his canines.
“It’s probably too late to return this shirt to its rightful owner, hm?” You snort, leaning your forehead against his, amused. He shares your delight rubbing his head against yours in a nuzzling motion “I have too many memories wrapped up in it now.” You both shook with suppressed laughter, holding each other in the stillness of your hotel room.
You leaned in and pressed your mouth against the mole on his neck. That spot had been teasing you for so long, and you were thrilled to finally spread your love further below. "Ah-" Baxter gasps, and you can feel his throat quiver beneath your tongue. His pulse was racing, passionately beating. It made you shiver with anticipation. As you gaze up, his eyes are half-lidded, peering down at you with complete fascination. He laughed again, "You certainly know what you're doing." His praise made your chest swell with pride. Yes! Yes, you did.
However, before you could pursue your desire to please him any further, you felt a hand squeeze your shoulder. Baxter had broken free, his grip tender yet firm. His face turned, and his gaze fell to the doorhandle beside him. Right. This was only ever intended to be a short encounter. That was the pretext you had provided. It was time to say goodnight for good this time.
With irregular breathing, you clear your throat and say, "I guess I'll go now, then." Despite the amount of moisture you had exchanged, your mouth felt dry. Baxter nodded slowly, his attention only halfway there. He remained in a daze from what had happened, and so did you. You swiftly moved into the hallway, and his gaze followed you. But you pulled the door with you, blocking his view and closing it. You exhale long and deeply.
However, before entering your room, you decided to cool off by walking up and down the hallway in a repetitive motion, reminiscing about your intimate moments with him. Man, he knew how to get you all fired up! If only it had gone further... Screw curfew! However, you could and should respect his wishes for it. To not go further, or too far.
However, there was that nagging feeling in the back of your head again. As if to warn or remind you. That this trip, or, more specifically, his vacation, would end sooner rather than later. You leaned against the wall. You knew he kept you at a distance. An arm's length would be closer than the leash he has on you right now.
Resigning with a sigh, you pat yourself down and look for your keycard. You freeze. Isn't this the same room number you left Baxter in? You scramble to unlock the door again, bursting through to find Baxter—
On your bed. Staring at you with big eyes. His expression grew into a mix of shock and the haze of earlier. And as you look around your room, you see that you left him in a rather critical situation—or, more accurately, interrupted a pleasurable moment with himself.
Baxter had his pants down, one leg of his pants still hanging off his thighs, and his (black and white) briefs were clumsily pushed further down to make room for his cock, his slender fingers curled against the length. You were staring. You were staring, salivating even. But before you couldn't apologize, perhaps even throw yourself down the railing of this building and break your neck in an attempt to make up for what you walked into, without knocking, he-
He laughs. Having been caught in a rather vulnerable act, there was a hint of unease. But it was you, and you felt him relax slightly as you continued to ogle him, unsure what to do. You can still make for the railing, right? "This is your room, then?" He asks, his voice vibrating faintly. He withdraws his hand from his member, eliciting a slight shudder through his body. Still sore and in need of affection. You try to speak, but stumble over your words, only managing a quiet "Yeah."
"So, I should-" he tries to finish his sentence, but you are faster. "No," sensing how that comes across, you immediately wave your hands all over. "I mean- No! Stay here! Or something- I mean, I still have your keycard; do you remember when we exchanged cards? Yeah! So, goodnight—" "Wait."
Before you can rush off of the room and run into the deep forest for such treatment of his privacy he asks you to stay. You recognized the tone in his voice. Warm. No, it's hot. You could feel yourself become weak and your legs swaying. You turn to face him again, closing the door behind you. "Yeah?" you mumble, feeling yourself shrinking further in place. Baxter made no effort to fix himself, pull his pants up, or even move his (black and white) briefs to cover himself.
"I'm sorry." He finds the strength to keep his voice steady. To appear relaxed "I figured this was your room. I thought about acting quietly, but you were gone for so long that I assumed you had gone to bed. However, I was in such a state that I was unable to sleep yet." He exhales, brushing his hair back with shame. You could see the sweat on his skin now, and your chest felt heavy with wanting.
You take a step forward, but your legs almost give out as you approach the bed, your wide eyes fixed on his. He wasn't sure how to read you, what to look for in your reaction and expression, and then "Let me help." You really should get something for how well you played this moment off. But this is nothing to be embarrassed about. He's your boyfriend, right? And you left him in this state! It would only be courteous to lend him a hand, or two. Maybe your mouth, if you could keep yourself away from his mole.
Silence passes over the two of you and then, in mutual agreement, you throw yourself against each other. The rhythm that the two of you had previously shared had been thrown out the window, along with the idea of a curfew and so on. You would treat tonight as if it were the last.
Your teeth graze his lips painfully before he devours you whole. His hand, which wasn't on his dick before, pulls you closer, and your nose presses against his cheek. You could barely breathe with how hard you pressed against him and how eagerly he reciprocated. There was a rush in this moment, an air of urgency. As if a time limit was set when you stepped back into this room, and if you couldn't fulfill the requirements... You'd rather not think about that right now, given how warm your face was becoming.
Your hand clutches his shirt again before slowly moving down. From his chest down to his stomach. His shirt had been pushed up by the commotion, revealing his navel and toned stomach. His hips followed your touch, pushing themselves up despite the restraint he had tried to maintain. He breaks free from your mouth. Baxter pants, catching as much air as he can. "You don't have to do this. It's not- " You sigh, pressing his cheeks together and puckering his lips "Baxter," your own voice shifts, but frustration and desperation started to settle within your gut and if you didn't fuck this guy now you’re sure you’d go to bed a little grumpy. " Do you want this?"
He hesitates, and you make an attempt to withdraw. Right. Even if he is cute, hot, and charming, you have to stay mindful of your own and his boundaries. But as your hands move away from his lower belly, his hand grabs your wrist to hold it in place. He opens his mouth before closing it again. "I don't mean to impose." He says, and you can't help but chuckle, almost leaning back to kiss him but stopping yourself. "Baxter, you're worth the lack of sleep, or whatever it is you're worrying about right now in your head." You tell him with conviction and clarity, but you shift back further.
Clearing your throat, you begin to remove your top, taking the first step "Forget about the summer," your ears grow warm with each inch of skin you reveal "About Sunset Bird, about Oregon, Virginia, forget about every place that exists out there." You move closer to him, free of your top, and his hands reach your waist. Firm. Secure. His gaze never leaves yours, and he listens intently to everything you say.
"Think only about this little resort. Mountains and trees. Us in the middle. Only for tonight." It’s a plea from you. An equal admission of your worries. You knew that this type of fun between the two of you would come to an end eventually, and perhaps it should never have begun if you valued your heart a little more. "But only if you want to." You finish, then wait. You wait and wait. For a brief moment, you believe you have embarrassed yourself further. Maybe he just got the ick and is starting to regret asking you out. Who says shit like that? 'Blab blab tonight nothing but us matters.' What a way to come across as needy.
But he smiles and laughs. You can see some mist in his dark eyes, but he buries his head in your chest, tickling your bare skin with his breath. He continues chuckling slightly as he speaks, his voice now bright and encouraging. "You really are amazing, I hope you are aware of it." His lips kiss your shoulder, "Alright, I am at your mercy. It would be insane of me to refuse your wonderful request." His eyes had a playful glint to them, and you were relieved that the brightness had returned in them. You worried for a moment that you'd truly lost him.
That is all you needed to hear. You place your hands on his shoulders and push him down onto the bed, not too quickly; his own body resisted your lead for a moment before melting to your touch, eager to see what you would do to him. With him. You kiss his mole, which is predictable. But it has to be done, almost like a good luck charm, in order to fulfill him. Above all, you relished the presence that lingered there. He seemed so honest there. Even if he proclaimed to be a direct and transparent person, you knew better. And more.
This spot, his beautiful mole on his neck, was all you needed to read him with ease, and what it told you right now was that Baxter was very keen to continue this little adventure with you. Your kisses trail down, and you unbutton his shirt with his assistance to get it off of him sooner. As you descended, you became aware of the heat emanating from beneath him. Now that you were so close to his cock, you could really take note of it.
It had a rather elegant shape, which made you smile a little, fascinated with it. Baxter presented himself neat, and his pubic hair reflected it by being trimmed. You did find that a little disappointing, but the image of him sporting a bush did entertain you for a second before you resumed. You could feel his gaze on you and briefly looked up. When your gazes met, you couldn't maintain eye contact, not with the way he looked at you. A desire as clear as day in those eyes. His longing for you, not held back any longer. But you knew he'd deny himself this pleasure until you took charge and guided him to it yourself.
He moves slightly, his hand brushing away a few stray hair strands. "You're beautiful." He says simply while you avoid his gaze. You need to concentrate! His goal is to distract you and leave you open to... Anything!
Without hesitation, your hand moves to his cock, inhaling deeply once you feel the weight and warmth of it. You mentally go through different accounts from friends about blowjobs and handjobs. You could do it. You're for sure going to do this. Gently you stroke his length, which is already slick from his earlier teasing and the cum that has leaked in abundance to aid your movements. Trying to figure out whether his size could fit in your mouth, let alone your throat, you lick your lips. Perhaps you hyped yourself up too much. Or it was the devil on your shoulder, pushing you further down this Baxter-Ward-shaped demise.
"What's wrong? You've become quiet." His dulcet voice draws you back in, and your vision of him is slightly obscured because there is his dick in front of you. You chuckle nervously because of it. "Nothing," you swallow. "Just doing the math. You're rather well, uh, endowed?" You shrug, refusing to discuss the matter further, and lightly kiss his head. It was a bit salty, but you enjoyed his scent. Did he also spray that cologne down here? You smiled as you kissed his dick again before parting your lips.
You worked the top with your mouth while keeping the rest in your hand, jerking it up and down. You wouldn't push yourself, you reasoned, but Baxter began to shift in his position, and with each movement you could feel his dick move further and further into your mouth, until one miscalculated move caused him to gasp and urge his hips forward, striking your throat at a sharp angle. You gagged and felt your heart skip a beat as a result of the air restriction, and a strange wave of excitement swept through your body. This wasn't too bad.
Baxters' hand brushes through your hair quickly, and you can hear some words of concern and apologies spilling from his mouth. You were so focused on his dick that you barely looked up. Talk about commitment! When your lips left his penis, you gave him a small smile. "It's fine," you say, slightly hoarse. "I liked that." And for some reason, you're sure you know why, this caused him to exhale sharply, brushing through his black and white hair with a firm grip. He's at a loss for words, which you take as a good sign before returning for more one-on-one with his dick.
This time, knowing the effect you had on Baxter, you began working him through more eagerly, even daring yourself to take him in your throat. You're careful and slow, but when his trimmed pubic hairs grazes the tip of your nose, you know you've got him whole. Your chest swells with enthusiasm, and you slowly move your head. Once your throat has gotten used to the pressure and restriction of air within your windpipes, you can go faster while also paying attention to what's going on.
You almost missed out on how lovely Baxter sounds. Maybe he thought you were too focused on him down below to pay attention up above, which is why he let his voice sing a tune of pleasure; perhaps without your eyes on him, he could allow himself to let go a little, to drown in the thrill he denied himself. In the closeness and intimacy, he craved and sought out in small doses with you.
You grab his hips when you notice him bucking away from you, gasping as your nails dig into his tender skin, undoubtedly leaving some marks. You don't say anything because you can't, but your warning glance speaks volumes. He pants, biting his lips to muffle the whimpers that escape him, but he barely manages it - you can feel his dick pulse, which is an intriguing sensation in your throat.
"Ah-wait, please! I'm close, so-" but that only serves as a confirmation of a job well done, and you burry your head deeper into his crotch. Baxter's body lifts as he moves forward, and his upper body sinks into you, gripping your head with strength as you feel him coming. His hips shake, and you can sense every inch of him inside you. But you notice a lack of air getting to you, and the way both his cock and he himself were pushing you deeper into him, you were afraid you'd be swallowed whole by how desperately he was pulling you in.
You couldn't do much but hope Baxter could perform some CPR if this was the way fate had intended for you to end up dead. Warmth flooded you as you pressed your fingernails deeper into his flesh. Another unique sensation to have him spent himself inside of you like this… And you kind of liked it. Then, you're certain that you got faint to focus on the remainder of his climax.
Of course, this wasn’t the last of you that Baxter had seen. You swiftly recovered consciousness, panting for air as he pulled you off of him. Your face was red, hot, and humid and his cum trailed from you, binding your lips with his cock.
Baxter gave you an alarming look, and worry took over his expression. "Are you all right? You- Breathe, just like that-" You coughed a little, still feeling semen trying to slide down your throat. Before he can fuss over you any longer, apologize, guilt himself, and deny ever getting a blowjob again, you burst out laughing, leaning against his body with your full weight, pulling him down "Baxter," you press your naked chest against his "You lost your composure there, Mr. Monochrome." Unconvinced that you were okay and that this behavior was the result of air limitation, he clicks his tongue.
"I apologize. I went too far. I tried to pull back and push you away, but I couldn't help but drown in that feeling of-" "Did it feel good?" You interrupt him and move up to face him. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, eventually dragging both of you down. and changing the position with him on top of you. Baxter does not respond immediately. You see how his tongue moves in his mouth, licking his lips before moving to yours for a brief kiss.
"It felt too good…" he finally tells you, shaking his head with a weak laugh "You're going to get me in a lot of trouble, aren't you?" His eyes crinkled at the corners, and his smile had you buzzing all over again. Your heart was racing faster and faster, and just when you thought you'd recovered from the early lack of oxygen scare, Baxter takes your breath away, again! You kiss him this time, returning his smile “So much trouble. You should start saving up for bail."