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Warren is not good at actually replying to compliments. He never has been. He simply never knows what to say.

What he does instead is to flash Wylie a grin, sliding a hand up into that messy mohawk of his top pull him back down for a hard kiss. He's not unappreciative. Definitely not.

Wylie doesn't care if he replies, but that kiss is more than enough of one. He's really happy Warren is into this and not just because Wylie is getting something out of it, too, but rather that he's just stoked to bring some pleasure to him.

Wylie presses his thigh between Warren's legs, adding pressure to that friction.

That earns Wylie a hiss from Warren and a sharper buck of his hips. As nice as this is, it's starting to feel like teasing, somewhat frustrating as he's starting to want more.

Getting the thought that, why the hell are they still wearing underwear, he slides his fingers in under the waistband of Wylie's boxers.

Wylie smiles, that sort of cocky look he gets when something is going well for him and he shifts his hips so that Warren can push those boxers down off him. Of course, Wylie's not about to let him go long with that last bit of clothing so he sits back on his knees and tugs at the waistband of Warrens.

And Wylie is not shy about that mouth-watering expression he has when he finally is afforded a fully naked look at Warren.

That is definitely an appreciative look Warren is getting. He can't help but to be a bit pleased at the expression on Wylie's face. However... "So... how long are you planning to just sit there and stare?" Yeah, there's some cockiness in Warren as well.

The crooked smile Wylie gives him is playful in nature and he reaches down, running his palms up either side of Warren's hips while avoiding touching his cock.

"As long as I damn well please," he replies, hands moving up his abdomen slowly and then back down. Only then does Wylie shift to straddle Warren's hips, moving to hover over him and very carefully and purposefully grinding against him.

He draws a deep breath and lets it out in a soft groan. Another unfamiliar sensation, but a good one. So far the guy really seem to know what he's doing.

He runs his hands up Wylie's thighs, over his hips to his waist. He's used to feeling softer curves under his hands. Here's there's lean muscle instead. Sharper angles and harder planes. Different, but not in any way bad.

Wylie loves showing people new things. He thinks it is quite the privilege to show off some of these new pleasures Warren didn't know he could have. It helps that Wylie gets to benefit from it, too.

What else is nice is that Warren isn't shy about it. He's got his hands on Wylie, enjoying that too based on the groan he just exhaled.

And since Wylie loves to lead by example, there's a few more harsh motions against him before Wylie is shifting back, kissing his way down Warren's abdomen. Hopefully he can guess what Wylie has planned.

Oh yes, he can guess. And he's not likely to protest. He's always been a fan of oral. But then, what guy doesn't like blowjobs?

And really, right now he's fully content in letting Wylie more or less have his way. He's reaping the benefits of it, after all. Tucking an arm behind his head to prop his head up a bit, he watches as Wylie makes his way down his body.

Lucky for him that Wylie really lives giving blowjobs then. He shifts until he's eye level with his groin, first taking him in hand and then licking a long line up the underside of his cock with the broad side of his tongue. He's hot and hard and everything Wylie was hoping he'd be. That's more than reason enough to next suck the head of him between his lips, tongue flicking at the underside of him.

It is at that point Warren lets his eyes slip closed, not bothering to hold back an actual moan. Yes. The guy absolutely knows what he's doing.

His hand slides into Wylie's messy hair, finger's sifting through it as he feels his head bob over him. "That feels damn good," he mumbles.

Of course it feels good. That's the point. Okay, yeah, he could of been like, really bad at it or something, but he's not.

The actual moan is music to his ears. The hand in his hair is very much welcome. The whole fucking thing has Wylie hard as steel. All in all, things are good. He hums gently around him, taking him deeper.

The signs and sounds of Warren's enjoyment becomes clearer and clearer as Wylie goes on. Soon his hips shift in time with Wylie's movements, the hand in his hair occasionally clenching and tugging lightly.

He has grown hot. He knows that. The fire in his core is flaring, but he has no problem keeping it under control and pushed down. That wasn't always the case, but his self-control has improved over the years.

Maybe if Wylie were more observant he'd notice that Warren was unusually warm for a person, but as it is, he's enjoying those tell tale signs way too much to care about anything else. Wylie can sometimes like things to get a little rough, so the rocking of his hips and the pulling of his hair is definitely a good start.

In fact, he takes it further, sucking him down as much as he possibly can until he hits the back of his throat. Wylie pulls back only to do it again. And again. His hand migrates to gently fondle his balls. He'd usually, with a more experienced male partner (and sometimes female) gently prod his ass, but he won't spring that on him like that.

There's a muted and pleased curse as he feels Wylie engulf him further. "If you keep that up..." Yeah, that was going to have to be enough for a fair warning. Talking really seems very overrated at the moment. Besides, he probably doesn't need to say much more.

If Warren wants him to stop, he's going to have to tell him explicitly. Wylie sees no reason to stop when he can get him off like this. He wants to make sure the experience is a good one after all, right? And who says this has to be the end of it. There could always be more, he thinks. It also helps Wylie resolve to continuing because he really likes sucking him off, tasting him and taking him down.

No, he doesn't want him to stop. Absolutely not. Not when it feels that damned good, and not when he's getting so close.

He gradually tenses, his breathing coming in deeper and at times somewhat shuddering. Almost. He's so close, and the fact that another man is doing this to him isn't even in his mind.

Then it's there and he tenses enough to arch off the bed slightly, his breath stuck in his throat for a moment before finally coming out in a drawn-out moan.

Perfect. Hearing him moan and arch and pulse in his mouth. Absolutely perfect. Wylie is very proud despite having no reason to feel that way. He just really wanted to make the guy feel good.

He pulls back from him and smiles, wiping his mouth before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his hip.

For a moment Warren let himself to simply just be, feeling boneless and enjoying the little aftershocks that ran through him. Cracking an eye open, he looked down at Wylie. "You look seriously pleased with yourself," he said, his voice sounding somewhat dazed. "C'mere." He reached to pull up up, pull him in to kiss him lazily and deeply. He could taste himself on his tongue. That actually wasn't unusual. He had never refused a woman a kiss after a blowjob, and he wasn't going to refuse Wylie either.

"I am seriously pleased with myself," he parrots back to him before moving up his body and laying down along side him. The kiss is deep and feels good to have that connection. Wylie rather likes kissing this guy. A lot, actually.

It's nice, all relaxed in an after sex kind of way. Still, with Wylie's erection pressed against his hip, Warren thinks that they aren't done yet. He knows that he's not obligated to do anything, but it really wouldn't feel right to leave the guy like this.

With them laying on their sides, he slides his hand down Wylie's back, forward over his hip and down between them to grip him, still kissing him.

The kissing is nice and if given enough time, Wylie could come down from that high arousal, but it seems Warren has another idea. He slides his hand over damp skin and grips him, prompting a needy moan from Wylie muffled by Warren's mouth. His hips rock forward into his hand.

He smiles into that kiss. Seems that has the desired effect.

His fingers slide over the hard length, light and exploring for a moment before taking a firmer grip. His thumbs slides over teh tip, smearing out the precum beading there, his hand starting to movein firm, steady strokes.

This whole moment seems surreal. He groans, shivering as his thumb grazes across the tip. It's always particularly sensitive and the way he's seemingly exploring it is intoxicating in it's own right. The firmer strokes then provide even more pleasure and warrant a couple more moans from him.

With his mind less sex-hazy, Warren has come to the conclusion that he won't be returning the favor by going down on the guy. That's not something he feels like experimenting with tonight. But this seems to be good too, so...

Moving slowly he rolls Wylie over onto his back, leaning over as he continues to stroke him, lips moving from his mouth down his jaw to his neck.