He could feel his muscles relaxing under the masterful hands that were kneading him with the warm oil. The way the fingers seems to know just where to press to release the tension he hadn’t even noticed. Letting him just relax.
He loved the way his whole body just let go. He could feel his arms and legs just drifting off almost as if they weren’t even part of him anymore.
And he hated it when it stopped and went with the knocking on the door.
“Ian.”
“Something wrong Conner?” Ian asked as he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the massage table.
“You missed dinner. I wanted to make sure no problems came up,” Conner answered as his eyes travel over Ian’s naked body, glancing quickly at Coach’s almost naked body.
“It’s been a long week and I needed to unwind and as you can see everything is fine,” Ian said back as he leaned back resting against Coach’s broad form. “ But that’s not why you’re here and we both know it,” Ian continued as he started running his hand down his chest and to his treasure trail.
“Ian this isn’t-,” Conner started to say as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
Any words Conner may have said after were lost as Ian pounced on him. Shoving Conner into the wall as he plundered his mouth until Conner came passive and breathless. Ian pulled back and grabbed Conner by the shoulder turning him in a single moment, “I’ve told you what I do with him doesn’t change what I do with you,” Ian whispered as he pulled down Conner’s pants. “Who’s are you?”
“Yours,” Conner hissed back as he felt an oil slick hand slid between his ass checks and press in.
“That’s right,” Ian grinned as he penned Conner’s hands to the wall to stop his movements as he slowly entered the other man. Nuzzling at his neck to push away the collar of his shirt.
He could feel the way his body reacted, enjoying on some levels the scene before him.
He loved how forceful and powerful Ian could be when he let him go and enjoy the moment, holding nothing back. The way nothing else seemed to matter when Ian was looking at you, touching you, inside you.
He hated it when it was it was someone else what was given that gift, the gift he helped Ian’s embrace. The way he excepted this as the price to feel it again as he watched Ian muffle his orgasm in Conner’s neck. He forced himself to let out his breathe as he focused on the sadly easing throb on his own neck.
It’s good to be Headmaster (Tower Prep: Ian/Conner, Ian/Coach, kind of all five)
He could feel his muscles relaxing under the masterful hands that were kneading him with the warm oil. The way the fingers seems to know just where to press to release the tension he hadn’t even noticed. Letting him just relax.
He loved the way his whole body just let go. He could feel his arms and legs just drifting off almost as if they weren’t even part of him anymore.
And he hated it when it stopped and went with the knocking on the door.
“Ian.”
“Something wrong Conner?” Ian asked as he pushed himself up into a sitting position on the massage table.
“You missed dinner. I wanted to make sure no problems came up,” Conner answered as his eyes travel over Ian’s naked body, glancing quickly at Coach’s almost naked body.
“It’s been a long week and I needed to unwind and as you can see everything is fine,” Ian said back as he leaned back resting against Coach’s broad form. “ But that’s not why you’re here and we both know it,” Ian continued as he started running his hand down his chest and to his treasure trail.
“Ian this isn’t-,” Conner started to say as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him.
Any words Conner may have said after were lost as Ian pounced on him. Shoving Conner into the wall as he plundered his mouth until Conner came passive and breathless. Ian pulled back and grabbed Conner by the shoulder turning him in a single moment, “I’ve told you what I do with him doesn’t change what I do with you,” Ian whispered as he pulled down Conner’s pants. “Who’s are you?”
“Yours,” Conner hissed back as he felt an oil slick hand slid between his ass checks and press in.
“That’s right,” Ian grinned as he penned Conner’s hands to the wall to stop his movements as he slowly entered the other man. Nuzzling at his neck to push away the collar of his shirt.
He could feel the way his body reacted, enjoying on some levels the scene before him.
He loved how forceful and powerful Ian could be when he let him go and enjoy the moment, holding nothing back. The way nothing else seemed to matter when Ian was looking at you, touching you, inside you.
He hated it when it was it was someone else what was given that gift, the gift he helped Ian’s embrace. The way he excepted this as the price to feel it again as he watched Ian muffle his orgasm in Conner’s neck. He forced himself to let out his breathe as he focused on the sadly easing throb on his own neck.