#ylan noel

“I feel you on that, but that usually falls on the maturity of the two people involved. It won’t have the typical blurred lines if we handle it well. We’re both adults, you already give me the vibes that you know how to handle your shit, am I lying?” Khi smirked, his eyes never failing to leave the other. He wanted to gorge so badly.

               “Well, you got a point but I- “Mykah started up but was now halted by the close presence of Khi. Fuck any distance, he was practically on top of him now.

               “Fine, let’s take the pressure off you and put it mostly on me,” Khi voiced before casually pressing his lips against Mykah’s. He intentionally let it be chaste in nature at first. He only slightly pulled away from the other’s lips, “Just let me taste you…” his words could be compared to that of a yearning, melodic tune. That was enough to fan the flames and inspire the other to meld into the feeling. Fuck it, Mykah gave in. He reached up, adjoining his lips to the other. They were propelled into a passionate locking of their lips. Mykah refused to let a slight moan be suppressed, serving as an indication to how dedicated he was to this now. As the fire intensified, both protruded their tongues, letting them further explore and dance. Only the two of them were exposed to the sweet, smacking sounds that came from them both. Mykah’s lower back stamped against the edge of the soundboard as Khi loomed over him, never breaking their lips apart.

               Khi dove his tongue deeper into the other’s mouth, desperate to siphon more of a taste. He casually lifted both hands, cupping both of Mykah’s cheeks. Khi felt his thickness already building below, fighting desperately to surpass the barrier that was his jeans. As close as he was to the other, Mykah certainly felt the slight bulge against his upper thigh. He had a growth of his own festering. Khi then snaked fingers down towards the edge of Mykah’s shirt, tugging in an effort to lift it up. As he started, both men temporarily ceased their kiss as the fabric glided past Mykah’s face. Now his top had been extricated from his body, with it descending to the floor. Khi mirrored the same actions as he took the lead with taking off his own.

               Both made haste with jumping back into locking lips and crashed their flesh into one another. The kiss continued to generate passion, as this time Mykah was the one sticking his tongue in Khi’s mouth. Khi captured it and began sucking on it. A brief, subtle amount of moaning came from Mykah, feeling his member perpetually rise. This coupled with their melanated bodies kneading against one another was enough to envelope the artist into full ecstasy.