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A brief moan beside John made his eyes flutter open. He looked at the ceiling then to his right. Paul’s eyelashes trembled in REM sleep as another moan escaped his lips. John lifted the covers to discover Paul wanking in his sleep.

John grinned and took a hold on Paul’s cock and started rubbing vigorously, which made the bassist moan louder. Slowly and deliberately, John bent over and wiggled the tip of his tongue over the head.

“Oh yessss,” Paul murmured. “More of that.”

John tittered and began to suck furiously at the erect manhood before him.

“Aw, God!” Paul moaned as his eyes popped open. “John?”

John winked at him. “Good day, Sunshine,” he greeted. “Still turned on from last night’s romp?”

Paul blushed. “How can I not? You have the libido of a wild animal. I think I’m done for. I’ll have Priapus syndrome.”

The singer laughed. “I doubt it, Paulie. But if you want I can finish things off.”

“By all means John-luv.” Paul smiled and tousled his lover’s hair.

With an impish grin, John started licking Paul’s member, drawing a deep sigh from the younger man.

Paul crossed his arms behind him with his hands supporting his head. “Ya know, Johnny? I’m a very happy man. Especially when I’m with you. Like this.”

John paused and looked up at Paul’s smiling face. “Oh no, Macca; you’re not goin’ all soft on me are ya?”

“I won’t if you suck me harder,” the bassist chuckled.

The singer waggled his eyebrows then began taking Paul’s hard cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. As soon as he started, Paul’s hips bucked ever so slightly.

“You like that?” John teased.

“Mmm!” Paul hummed in reply. “More!”

At that, John bobbed his head up and down, his mouth covering the expanse of his lover’s erection. Paul put his hand on John’s head, daring him to deep throat him. This only turned the older man on to a boiling point; he rubbed some of the spit that dribbled down Paul’s cock and stuck his fingers inside his mate’s tight hole, making certain to rub gently against his prostate.

“Jesus Christ!” Paul cried, grabbing a fistful of John’s gorgeous hair. “Oh my God! Please, John! Just take me already…”

John took Paul’s member out of his mouth and Paul immediately missed the warmth of his lover’s lips. Then, John prodded his fingers further into the tightness of Paul’s luscious bottom: first one finger, then two, then three, until he was stretched wide enough for John to bury his length into the opening. He gasped with pleasure at the feeling of Paul’s body enveloping his cock, and slowly began thrusting.

Paul tossed his head back. “Shit John! I love it when you take me face-to-face!”

John licked his way up to Paul’s lips, then kissed him. “I love taking you any way I can get you,” he growled, thrusting faster.

The bassist’s breathing started to come in shallow digging gasps. “Fuck, John! So good!” he grunted. He grabbed the skin on John’s back, trying not to claw at him, lest he scratch and hurt his lover.

The older man grunted madly and buried his face into Paul’s shoulder, biting him to mask his loud moaning.

“Shit! John, I’m gonna come!” Paul gasped desperately

John shook his head. “Not yet, luv. Hold on.”

“But John, I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m gonna…” After this declaration, Paul began to sweat, his muscles to tighten, his eyes to water.

“God, Paul!” John exclaimed. “Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

And just as he said this, Paul let loose his seed between him and his lover, the gooey white substance oozing down around John’s cock.

John burst out with a loud “Fuck!” and Paul felt all the elements of John’s virility flood inside him.

Panting, John collapsed on top of his mate and slowly raised his head to meet Paul’s eyes. The younger man looked up at his lover in awe, and John thought it fitting to lean in for a tender kiss.

He rolled over onto his back and looked down at his stomach, covered with Paul’s spunk. He looked back at Paul and chuckled. “You certainly are loaded.”

“Yeah, it was a lot this time,” Paul agreed. “But it’s your fault.”

“My fault? Hold on, who was the one to wake me up by wanking off in his sleep?” He gave his lover a playful pout.

Paul shrugged. “Well, you have to admit,” he said “that was one hell of a way to start the morning.”

John nodded, then lit a cigarette. “You think it would be a hell of a way to end the night?”

“Always is, luv,” Paul replied, removing the cigarette from John’s mouth and taking a few drags before giving it back. He blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth. “Always is.”

Description
A brief moan beside John made his eyes flutter open. He looked at the ceiling then to his right. Paul’s eyelashes trembled in REM sleep as another moan escaped his lips. John lifted the covers to discover Paul wanking in his sleep.

John grinned and took a hold on Paul’s cock and started rubbing vigorously, which made the bassist moan louder. Slowly and deliberately, John bent over and wiggled the tip of his tongue over the head.

“Oh yessss,” Paul murmured. “More of that.”

John tittered and began to suck furiously at the erect manhood before him.

“Aw, God!” Paul moaned as his eyes popped open. “John?”

John winked at him. “Good day, Sunshine,” he greeted. “Still turned on from last night’s romp?”

Paul blushed. “How can I not? You have the libido of a wild animal. I think I’m done for. I’ll have Priapus syndrome.”

The singer laughed. “I doubt it, Paulie. But if you want I can finish things off.”

“By all means John-luv.” Paul smiled and tousled his lover’s hair.

With an impish grin, John started licking Paul’s member, drawing a deep sigh from the younger man.

Paul crossed his arms behind him with his hands supporting his head. “Ya know, Johnny? I’m a very happy man. Especially when I’m with you. Like this.”

John paused and looked up at Paul’s smiling face. “Oh no, Macca; you’re not goin’ all soft on me are ya?”

“I won’t if you suck me harder,” the bassist chuckled.

The singer waggled his eyebrows then began taking Paul’s hard cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. As soon as he started, Paul’s hips bucked ever so slightly.

“You like that?” John teased.

“Mmm!” Paul hummed in reply. “More!”

At that, John bobbed his head up and down, his mouth covering the expanse of his lover’s erection. Paul put his hand on John’s head, daring him to deep throat him. This only turned the older man on to a boiling point; he rubbed some of the spit that dribbled down Paul’s cock and stuck his fingers inside his mate’s tight hole, making certain to rub gently against his prostate.

“Jesus Christ!” Paul cried, grabbing a fistful of John’s gorgeous hair. “Oh my God! Please, John! Just take me already…”

John took Paul’s member out of his mouth and Paul immediately missed the warmth of his lover’s lips. Then, John prodded his fingers further into the tightness of Paul’s luscious bottom: first one finger, then two, then three, until he was stretched wide enough for John to bury his length into the opening. He gasped with pleasure at the feeling of Paul’s body enveloping his cock, and slowly began thrusting.

Paul tossed his head back. “Shit John! I love it when you take me face-to-face!”

John licked his way up to Paul’s lips, then kissed him. “I love taking you any way I can get you,” he growled, thrusting faster.

The bassist’s breathing started to come in shallow digging gasps. “Fuck, John! So good!” he grunted. He grabbed the skin on John’s back, trying not to claw at him, lest he scratch and hurt his lover.

The older man grunted madly and buried his face into Paul’s shoulder, biting him to mask his loud moaning.

“Shit! John, I’m gonna come!” Paul gasped desperately

John shook his head. “Not yet, luv. Hold on.”

“But John, I can’t hold it in any longer, I’m gonna…” After this declaration, Paul began to sweat, his muscles to tighten, his eyes to water.

“God, Paul!” John exclaimed. “Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming…”

And just as he said this, Paul let loose his seed between him and his lover, the gooey white substance oozing down around John’s cock.

John burst out with a loud “Fuck!” and Paul felt all the elements of John’s virility flood inside him.

Panting, John collapsed on top of his mate and slowly raised his head to meet Paul’s eyes. The younger man looked up at his lover in awe, and John thought it fitting to lean in for a tender kiss.

He rolled over onto his back and looked down at his stomach, covered with Paul’s spunk. He looked back at Paul and chuckled. “You certainly are loaded.”

“Yeah, it was a lot this time,” Paul agreed. “But it’s your fault.”

“My fault? Hold on, who was the one to wake me up by wanking off in his sleep?” He gave his lover a playful pout.

Paul shrugged. “Well, you have to admit,” he said “that was one hell of a way to start the morning.”

John nodded, then lit a cigarette. “You think it would be a hell of a way to end the night?”

“Always is, luv,” Paul replied, removing the cigarette from John’s mouth and taking a few drags before giving it back. He blew the smoke out of the side of his mouth. “Always is.”