Peace At Home (4) (NSFW)

The window curtains were pulled together, allowing no moonlight to seep into the room. Save for the warm, orange glow that came from the small lamp that hung on the wall, the vast area of the bedroom was shrouded in darkness.

The exact soft, orange glow illuminated the two grown men who were bouncing up and down the mattress rapidly. The still and quiet air was broken by the creaking of the bed frame, Aiden's cries, and Ryan's occasional grunts.

While Aiden was straddling Ryan's lap, he was impaled by his lover's mighty shaft again and again.

Every time Ryan thrust upward and buried himself into Aiden's sweet body, the man cried out like a songbird.

"Ahhh... Ahhh... no, stop... not there, ahh...!!!"

Ryan loved this songbird the most. His sweet cries motivated him to work harder to please his innocent lover, to divulge the magnitude of his fervent love and devotion to him.

It was not always easy, because Ryan and Aiden saw intimacy differently.