The wedding night continues for Marshall and Lee as we wind down their story in Moving Forward. But don't worry, a new tale will begin, with familiar characters! Don't forget to see what the other Briefers are up to! Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
Moving Forward #72 (17.4)
Lee repeated the same ministration on Marshall’s other nipple, then sucked at it fiercely. Only the cockring that held him in check kept Marshall from exploding prematurely.
Never pausing for breath, Lee continued to kiss his way down Marshall’s chest and stomach, his fingers caressing and stroking every inch of flesh he could reach.
Marshall wished his hands were free so he could touch Lee. Not being able to was the most exquisite torture. He writhed beneath Lee’s touch, arching into him, waiting for him to reach his cock and touch it. But when he came to Marshall’s groin, Lee passed over his cock as if it wasn’t there. He continued to tongue Marshall’s inner thigh instead.
“Damn, you’re evil,” Marshall moaned.
Lee looked up at him, his eyes so blue they were almost purple, and Marshall got lost in their depths all over again. “Evil?” He arched a brow.
“Yeah. But in a good way,” Marshall amended.
“What makes me evil?”
“The way you aren’t touching me.”
Lee laughed gently. “So, what would you like?”
“Right now? I’d like to be able to touch you,” Marshall quickly responded.
“Your wish is my command,” Lee murmured. He lightly licked the tip of Marshall’s weeping cock, producing another moan.
So. Damn. Good.
Lee slowly crawled his way back up Marshall’s body, deliberately rubbing against Marshall as he did. Their skin was slick with a mixture of sweat and pre-cum. Lee lightly pinched Marshall’s hyper-sensitive nipple, before he removed the tie which bound Marshall’s hands. He threw the tie aside, then rubbed the wrists gently. “Does that hurt?”
“Not a bit.” Marshall took advantage of his new freedom to wrap his arms around Lee. He ran his fingers along Lee’s back, stroking the warm flesh. Much better.
“That what you want?” Lee asked.
Marshall nodded. “To start with…”
“What else would you like?”
“You. Inside me.”
“My favorite position,” Lee said just before he claimed Marshall’s lips, silencing further discussion.
Marshall could never get tired of kissing Lee. His lips were firm and yet soft, gentle and passionate. And even after three years, Lee’s every touch still sent shivers up and down Marshall’s spine. He had no doubt he’d love Lee forever.
When they came up for air, Marshall noticed Lee’s lips were kiss-swollen, probably much like his own.
“Mouth or hand?” Lee asked, and Marshall knew exactly what he meant. Was there any real choice to be made? Between Lee jacking him off and Lee sucking him off, lips won every time. He laid one finger against Lee’s lips in response and felt Lee smile.
“Time to remove the toys, I think.”
“I think so too,” Marshall agreed. He took advantage of Lee’s proximity to squeeze each cheek firmly. Then he trailed a single finger along Lee’s cleft, across his hole. Lee sucked in his breath, obviously taken by surprise.
“Oh damn, boy,” he murmured. “You trying to tell me something?”
“That I think you have a very fine ass, yeah. And sometimes I like to be inside of it,” Marshall admitted.
to be continued
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