Pad could taste his own musk from when RJ ate his ass out, and the salt from his own cum. RJ snapped the rubber off his dick and poured his jizz on Pad’s belly button. RJ bent over licked his own cum and then kissed Pad again.
“Pad, that was incredible. Incredible.” RJ’s voice weak, tired, as he kissed him more.
Pad opened his mouth, accepting RJ’s tongue, tasting the smell of sex, their fluids. Pad sighed as RJ rolled over and headed to the shower.
My stomach feels all knotted when he kisses me like that.6
RJ woke up first. He heard the sounds of horns blaring in the traffic below as well as Pad’s rhythmic breathing. He moved slowly, raised himself up from his reclined position and glanced at Pad’s face. Asleep Pad looked like one of the angels in Renaissance paintings he studied in his college humanities classes. Pad’s body warmth comforted him. He loved how Pad smelled as well. There was something about Pad and soap and body heat that created this intoxicating perfume to him.