“Oh? What was I doing?”
“Riding me.”
A smirk tugged at Shinji’s lips. He bent forward again and held Teruo’s jaw between his fingers. “Did you jerk off?”
“Yeah,” Teruo breathed.
“My, my, sir,” he murmured low in Teruo’s ear. “How naughty.” Then he undulated, his fist stroking hard and Teruo jerked, a loud moan escaping his mouth.
“Your energy… I saw it in my dream.” Teruo turned his head, lips brushing by Shinji’s. “I want to see it again. Will it hurt me?”
Shinji stopped his movement and pushed up. Teruo thought he might’ve ruined the moment and prepared to apologize when the white tendrils of energy streamed from Shinji’s body. The energy had a faint glow under the dim light of the end table’s lamp, making Shinji look just as Teruo dreamed—stunning.
“It won’t hurt you,” Shinji said.
A tendril of energy reached down, caressing Teruo’s chest and his abs with a feathery touch, cold against his burning hot skin. Teruo gasped, shoving his hips up and pushing his cock harder in Shinji’s hand. He was surprised at himself for enjoying the coldness of the energy, but it felt good on his skin.
He looked up at Shinji’s intense gaze, full of lust, brows knitted in concentration, the energy swirling around him. Letting go of their shafts, Shinji rested his weight on Teruo’s chest, hands tangling in Teruo’s hair. He captured Teruo’s lips again, parting them with his tongue, exploring Teruo’s mouth, moaning into the kiss as he writhed his body against Teruo’s.
The sensual slide of their cocks, leaking and aching for release sent a wave through Teruo. He trailed his hands slowly over Shinji’s back, feeling the muscles shifting with the movement and the skin colder because of the energy. He stopped at Shinji’s ass and dug his nails, holding tight as he arched into Shinji, eliciting a cry of pleasure from his lover.
“Teruo…”
Hearing Shinji moaning his name drew his orgasm closer and Teruo rocked his pelvis, with Shinji meeting his every thrust. He panted near Teruo’s neck, breath hot against his skin, while the chilled tendrils of energy hovered above them. Cocks pulsing between them, they slammed into orgasm together, cum spurting on their bellies.
Shinji melted in Teruo’s arms and the energy disappeared. His heartbeat drummed against Teruo’s chest and his body slowly relaxed. Teruo tilted his head and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then the tip of his nose.
“Can’t reach your lips.”
“I’m too comfortable to move,” Shinji whined, his fingertips grazing Teruo’s ribs. But he raised his head and smiled then brought their lips together for a kiss, then another.
With their bodies pressed together and legs twined, all the stress of the last few days rolled right off Teruo. He sighed contented, grateful to have Shinji in his life now.
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