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“Eddie,” Bishop called his name, his rough tone shooting lust straight to his groin, making him want to fold over. “C’mere, baby.”
Edison met Bishop at the end of the bed. And like always, Bishop’s hands went to his face. His rough thumbs massaged circles along his cheeks as Bishop gazed down on him. He slowly dipped his head and pressed his nose along his jaw, dragging it across his cheekbone and inhaling deeply. Edison began to shake, and Bishop inched even closer, bringing with him a warmth that heated the goosebumps popping up all over his neck and arms.
“Fuck, you always smell so damn good,” Bishop groaned against Edison’s lips, stealing his breath away with a kiss that made his toes curl in his shoes.
He held on to Bishop’s waist, and while he continued to lick and sample Edison’s flavor, he eased his hands inside Bishop’s shirt and around his back. He ran his palms over tight, hard muscles covered with hot, golden skin. Muscles that were from the hard, strenuous work that Bishop did every day. He brought his hands up and cupped Bishop’s shoulders, massaging him while he kissed him.
Bishop wrenched his mouth away, gasping for air. He wrapped his arms around Edison’s waist and buried his face in his neck. The gravelly sensation of Bishop’s voice vibrated the sensitive skin behind his ear. “Your hands feel so good. They’re so soft. Do you like moisturize or something?”
Edison chuckled quietly but kept up his massage. “You saying I have a woman’s hands?”
Bishop’s chest shook with his quiet laugh. “Mmm. I don’t care. Man or woman. They’re your hands and they feel amazing on me.”
Bishop’s confession made Edison feel a bit bolder. He loved the way that hard chest felt against his own, but he wanted to feel it with his hands… bathe it with his tongue. Edison’s fingertips danced around Bishop’s waist until they were on his abs. He raked his short nails through the dark hair before he began smoothing the silky strands with his palms. Bishop moaned, his head down, watching Edison touch him. He explored each ridge and valley in between and Bishop never stopped him, just let him have his way. Bishop’s pecs were thick and firm with tight, beaded nipples in the center of them. The hair was thinner across his chest, but no less delectable.
“You’re killing me,” Bishop turned them until the backs of Edison’s legs were against the mattress. “Can I undress you?”
It was hard for Edison to look elsewhere with Bishop’s shirt wide open, but he managed to nod. Bishop kissed him again and Edison melted into it, his hands making a permanent home on Bishop’s pecs. Bishop sucked on his tongue in a way that made Edison’s cock throb and leak in his boxer shorts. Before he knew it, his own shirt was splayed open and Bishop’s sure hands were pulling his T-shirt from his jeans. He heard the clanking of his belt and the pop of a button, but Bishop didn’t try to remove his pants, for which he was glad. He didn’t want to stand naked in front of Bishop with him still fully dressed.
He tried to control the almost violent tremors he experienced when Bishop’s callused hands were on his bare skin. He didn’t lift his shirt over his head, instead he explored blindly while he made love to his mouth. Edison tilted his head higher, feeling dizzy, almost high off of his boyfriend’s size and bulk alone. Bishop rocked his hips gently, his wide palms determined and eager. His right nipple was squeezed, and Edison moaned but Bishop didn’t break the kiss, instead taking advantage of his slack mouth to suck on his bottom lip. “Oh god,” Edison cried.
“Mmmm. I knew you’d feel this fucking good. I knew it,” Bishop whispered. He removed his hands from beneath Edison’s shirt, and he wanted to beg for them back. As if Bishop was in tune with what his body was begging for—skin on skin—Bishop slowly peeled off Edison’s dress shirt then his white tee.
When Edison was bare from the waist up, he couldn’t help but glance down at his own body then at Bishop’s. There was no denying the big, big difference on the outside, but it still made Edison smile, because he and Bishop were the same on the inside—hearts of pure gold. Even from opposite backgrounds, Edison still felt they were kindred spirits. Two souls who were so desperate for one another that it manifested through their touch. They were caressing, stroking and squeezing each other so intensely that Edison was afraid he’d have to slow them down before their nightcap ended before it could get started.
Bishop held him around his neck, his scruffy jaw, stinging the side of his face deliciously. “Get on the bed, Eddie.” Bishop ordered against his ear.
