Saturday 19 September 2015

#MySexySaturday



Week 110 is My Sexy Boy

Eamon flicked his eyes open, not realizing he had closed them as he let the feeling of fire warm him up. He looked down at Chris. His soft hair was rough around his head, his face a little sharper than he’d realized before, though it still held that soft curve that made him hold a beautiful edge that wouldn’t stay for long. He would become quite stunning when he lost that extra bit of baby fat his face seemed to be clinging to. His lips were on the thin side, which made him masculine, where plump lips would have turned him feminine.
His body was solid, a stocky thinness that wasn’t uncommon in men of his size, and a physique that Eamon tend to like. Even if Patrick was more boy-like, this man in front of him could be called nothing but male, which Chris proved with the grip that was just this side of crushing Eamon’s hand.
“Nice to meet you.” Eamon’s voice had a softer edge to it that he couldn’t help.
A breath left Chris’ mouth, his eyes blinked open and his tongue rolled over his lips. Beautiful blue eyes were slightly glazed, pupils wide, with something deep in their depths that was screaming for Eamon to give him what he needed.
It wasn’t sex, which was what surprised Eamon the most. However, it was there, loud and clear, but deep inside Eamon. Somewhere that hadn’t been touched, not even by Patrick, opened up in him. Some Alpha gene that had been suppressed because it wasn’t needed stretched its legs inside of Eamon and demanded that he take the boy and make him his.
Then, Chris blinked again and the glaze was gone, the wall was back, and Eamon forgot about the awakening of himself as if he’d never felt it there in the first place.
Chris swallowed. “Ya, you, too.” He  let go and walked in and closed the bathroom door.

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