>:3 SSWM: 382
Hybrid was laughing, but Kesho did not know why. In all honesty, he didn't really care; his gaze followed Hybrid's body with interest. Never before had he looked at a man in this way, and he may never again. There was something about Hybrid that held him captive, readily obeying his word. Kesho had no time to dispute with himself over whether or not this was a good or a bad idea. He needed release. His body was old, but his of his important parts still worked, and needed attention. It quickly became obvious those particularly sensitive parts had been ignored for too long; he could feel his own dick pressing against his stomach as he lay there, and let out a vague pant of lust, or desire, or whatever it was. He needed it.
Before he'd realized it, Hybrid's face and body were in front of Kesho's, and his dark red eyes rose to meet their twins. The man blinked, his head instinctively moving back a few inches in surprise, but he quickly relaxed. Hybrid spoke to him now, his voice inches from Kesho's ears, commanding and strong.
“Turn over,” Hybrid instructed simply, “Onto your back.”
Their eyes met again, and Kesho kept contact as he quietly obeyed, pushing himself up with his hands, moving to sit up first before readjusting himself. The older man leaned back now, placing his legs where his head had been before. Crimson eyes glanced over at the other man again before he relaxed slightly, propping his head up a little with his hands. He realized now that his unfortunately hard dick was right near Hybrid's face. The mere feeling of anyone's hot breath near his genitals brought a quickened pace to his heart, and a shiver through his body. Of course, last time it had been a woman. Ah, well.
Kesho's slight embarrassment was clear in his face; it had been too long since he'd been with someone-- anyone-- in this way, and his inflated member gave a twitch in anticipation. Kesho only hoped he was an adequate partner, lover, fuck buddy, or whatever he was to this battle-torn man.
This was not love, of course; just the mutual relief of long pent up frustration. Wasn't that right?
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