Re: Jazz, Absinthe & Dylan
The chuckle died on his lips as he was pushed against the wall, Jazz's lips claiming his and making him forget all and any comments on that. Instead he groaned into the kiss, and even move when Jazz's lips moved down his neck.
It was a testament to how few clothes he owned at the moment that he actually thought about the fact that he'd need to find those buttons again when they were done, before any and all thoughts died as Jazz dropped to his knees and he felt warm lips close around his cock.
"Oh fuck," he groaned, one hand finding Jazz's hair, the other pressed flat against the wall to keep him steady. After yesterday he was more than a bit horny and Jazz's lips around his cock felt too good. He knew he wouldn't last very long but then this was only the start so he didn't even try to hold back. Soon he was coming hard, his fingers fisting in Jazz's hair. It took all his will power not to slump down on the floor after, but to instead pull Jazz up for another kiss, tasting himself in Jazz's mouth.
"Fuck I needed that," he murmured against his lips, before pulling back and offering a cheeky grin. "Your place next," he said nipping at Jazz's lower lip. "let me just get my clothes in order first."