"Come and punish me really, really hard," Rico challenged him.
"Oh, I will," Mitch said and gave him an absolutely evil look before he leaned down and buried his face where the waistband of Rico's boxers stretched low on his abs.
Rico moaned and gasped and felt Mitch pull his boxers down very slowly and then let his beard and his parted lips brush over the skin he exposed. He kept going like that until he exposed Rico's jutting cock then he stopped and slid the boxers off him.
Panting, Rico waited for him to continue where he left off, but Mitch merely discarded his red boxers and came to hover over him, face to face, but not kissing him or touching him anywhere. Rico ran his hands over his bulging biceps then his chest.
"You know you're incredible, right?" Rico told him.
"Compliments won't save you," Mitch told him sternly and Rico had to laugh. He was so turned on, be could come from just looking at this man. But Mitch had other things in store for him before he would let him have his release.
Mitch dipped his head and touched his mouth to Rico's briefly. Right away, he rose, breaking contact, drawing an unhappy moan from Rico. Pushing himself on his arms, Mitch lowered his face to Rico's chest to kiss one of his nipples then the other. They were soft kisses with no bite or suction that Rico craved.
Too soon, Mitch moved on, kissing his way down the center of his chest. His hands caressed Rico's sides as he kissed his abs then veered off toward his hip. He didn't so much as graze Rico's cock with a stray touch of his hand. He continued to Rico's thigh, lifting it to kiss the inside of his knee, his calf and down to his instep.
Rico groaned as Mitch lips sent sparks up the whole length of his body. At the same time the press of his lips felt so painfully far away from where he needed him.
Switching to Rico's other leg, Mitch reversed his path and still didn't go near his cock. Skin prickling from his feathery touch, Rico couldn't take much more.
"Oh, Mitch. Please," he begged tugging at him, clawing at his taut flesh.
Mitch responded by coming to hover above him and leaning in until their foreheads touched. Tilting his head, he swiped his tongue over and between Rico's parted lips, teasing him, tasting him.
With his lips only inches away, in a raspy voice he demanded of Rico, "What do you want? Tell me."
Rico moaned, painfully turned on. "Mitch, fuck. Fuck me."
Mitch groaned and now he kissed him in earnest. The kiss was deep and thorough, and it promised so much more. Kissing his way down Rico's body once again, Mitch took hold of his ankles.
Holding him like that, he pushed his legs up, pressing Rico's knees into his chest. Next Rico felt his kiss along his inner thigh and finally at his hole.
Gasping, writhing, Rico was going to lose it. Then Mitch stopped but he wasn't done tormenting him. His fingers toyed with Rico's hole next, stroking, lubing, driving him wild.
By the time Mitch strapped on a condom, Rico was a mess of desperate need. As Mitch's eyes locked on him and he started pushing in, Rico braced himself.
Mitch entered him, and Rico felt intense pressure and searing heat. His eyelids fluttered, and he forgot how to breathe. Finally he pulled in a breath and let out a moan.
Once Mitch was all the way in, he stopped and told Rico, "You're so beautiful."
In response, Rico could only sob and pull Mitch down for a kiss. Now Mitch started moving inside him, and Rico rocked with each thrust. His head fell back and he raked his hands over Mitch wherever he could grab hold.
Then Mitch pumped harder and faster, and all Rico could do was hold on and take it. With Rico's legs folded up and pushed apart, Mitch bent over him and kissed him without breaking his hard driving rhythm.
He kept that up until he pushed Rico right over the edge and made him come. Such a deep climax washed over him as the incredible power of Mitch's cock filled him up over and over again. Rico spilled over both of their heaving chests.
Still throbbing around Mitch's cock, Rico felt him come, heard him growl as his climax turned his body rock-hard under Rico's clutching hands. Arms and legs like steel chains held Mitch to him until Rico's whole body went limp. He dropped back on the bed completely satisfied and exhausted, and Mitch fell into his arms.
After a long, lazy kiss, Mitch pulled free and cleaned them up. At every touch, aftershocks of pleasure left Rico trembling and weak, staring up at him in a daze. Mitch brought him out of it with a kiss that was sweet and hot, reaching deep inside him.
As he started to drift away in Mitch's warm embrace, Rico only just barely remembered to ask him, "Am I sleeping over?" Rico would have died if Mitch said no, but he tried not to show it.
"Of course. I'm not letting you go anywhere," Mitch said and started kissing his sleepy eyes.
"I don't think I want to sleep. Let's fuck all night long," Rico said and he caressed Mitch with lazy motions.
"You're half asleep already," Mitch pointed out with a chuckle.
"No, I'm not. What's that noise?" Rico wondered. It was coming from the door.
