kersen | James

Kersen was... nervous, which he knew was completely silly. But it had been such a long time since he'd been on a date like this. Even though he and Klaus had gone on dates, it was after they'd already slept together.

He took a lot of care with his appearance. Dressed as a boy, but with his typical androgynous flair. Some makeup, mostly his eyes, and a pair of trousers that he knew made his ass look amazing. Also the cashmere scarf that James had admired.

James had offered to come to his house, so when the doorbell rang he managed to clamp down the butterflies, and answered the door, a smile already on his face.

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Now, that was an added bonus. Condoms came into fashion in the eighties, but before that, he'd not known different that without. "I wouldn't mind foregoing them," he admitted. Then he tugged at Keesen's waistband. "Let's rid you of that last barrier, then."

Kersen wet his lips and climbed off of James' lap so that he could pushed down his trousers and underwear. He was half hard already, and lazily slid his hand down to his cock to give it a stroke. "You, too," he said, his eyes glinting, and then reached down to hook his fingers into the waistband of James' trousers.

James stood, so that Kersen could help him out of his clothes and underwear. He was half hard himself.

Kersen took a little breath and said, "I want you to fuck me, but first could I..." and he dropped to his knees, sliding his hands up James' thighs.

"God yes, you could," James said, stirring at the very sight of Kersen on his knees between his legs.

Kersen looked up at him and deliberately went and then parted his lips, then bent his head and licked a line up James' cock, lightly gripping the base with his other hand.

James kept his eyes on Kersen, enjoying the lewdness of his deliberate moves, and the gorgeous view of his cock filling the other man's mouth.

He moaned and put his hand through Kersen's hair, wanting to feel him.

No more coyness necessary, Kersen wrapped his lips around it properly, and swallowed him down. He didn't mind the hand in his hair, and as he sucked he lifted his eyes to look at him.

That was a beautiful sight. James had always had a thing for the younger, the pretty and Kersen was both, while carrying a world of experience. And that was obvious from the way he performed the act. God.

He locked eyes with him, but his eyes fell shut at a particular delicious move.

The expression on James’ face when they locked eyes was delicious, and Kersen loved seeing him begin to fall apart. He closed his eyes too as he continued to suck; he didn’t want him to come yet but he did want him to want to.

It took a perhaps shamefully small amount of time before James gad to speak up. "Kersen, I..." But he found it quite impossible to utter a full sentence, so instead he took Kersen's shoulders to lift him up. "On the bed, now."

“I like the way you say my name,” Kersen breathes when he lifted his head, and then rose and climbed onto the bed with him.

Settled on the bed James leaned in again to whisper against Kersen's ear as his hand strayed to his thigh and the side of jis3 arse. "Do you have anything to help things along?" he asked, meaning lube.

“Top drawer,” Kersen said breathily,gesturing to the night stand.

James found it and quickly returned. "Might you turn over? For a moment, at least."

Kersen smiled at him and then eagerly obliged, rolling onto his stomach and then looking over his shoulder at James.

"You're perfection," James whispered as he knelt behind him and admired him for a brief moment. The curves, the art on his skin... Some day he might photograph him, if Kersen would let him, of course. Until then... He slicked his fingers and tentatively pressed a finger against Kersen's rim.

Kersen sighed softly. "James," he murmured, "there is nothing I'd love more than to be art for you."

"You are," James said, and watched him as he pressed inside a finger.

Kersen loved being admired, too. He felt good; he felt wanted. And as the finger pushed inside him, his lips parted and his breath turned into a soft moan.

There was a practical reason for all of this, but as Kersen breathed and moved with him was a sight to behold. That was the reason he took his time. There was no rush, after all. He added a second finger and just enjoyed this for what it was.

Kersen pushed back just slightly against him. "I want you," he murmured. "Feels like I've wanted you for so long..."

James wasn't sure why, but he felt the same. "Are you ready?" He asked, a whisper against his ear when he leaned over. "Turn over. I want to see you."