Needs

Needs

An Oliver and Atticus memory

Oliver sat straddled in Atticus's lap while he was busy going through plans for the club. A smirk crossed his lips as he shifted his hips, grinding his body against Atticus's bulge while wrapping his fingers in his waistband. Atticus frowned and looked up at Oliver. "Oliver, please behave..." But Oliver had other ideas as he began to shift his body more seductively on top of Atticus, running his hands up and down his body. He pulled off his heavy sweater exposing a black and white lace bra. He began rubbing his clit through his panties as he continued to try and tease Atticus, who dropped his work and wrapped his arms around his waist. Oliver leaned down and kissed Atticus placing his hands on either side of his face. When they parted the two leaned forehead to forehead, smiling. Atticus pulled Oliver back down against his chest kissing him before spanking him abruptly. "I guess I have to punish you, huh?" Atticus questioned rolling Oliver over and positioning himself between his legs. He kissed him again while running his hand down Oliver's body, pushing his leg up. Atticus began to rub Oliver's pussy, feeling its growing warmth before sliding his panties off and sinking two fingers in him. He slowly stroked his insides while kissing and sucking Oliver's neck, feeling the vibration of the moans that echoed in his ears. Atticus had become painfully hard, wanting to bury himself deep within the soft warmth of his beautiful lover. Oliver got up and pushed Atticus back on the bed while pulling off his skirt and sitting back on top of him. He undid Atticus's pants and pulled out his cock, stroking it slowly before wrapping his lips around him. Atticus groaned at the feeling before pulling Oliver's hips around to have his wet cunt resting just above his face. Loud moans escaped Oliver's lips as he stroked and sucked Atticus in matching rhythm. The pleasure had become too much as Oliver came but so too did Atticus right down his throat. He swallowed before continuing to stroke his lover's cock trying to keep him erect. "Oliver..." Atticus could barely talk as waves of pleasure washed over him. He shook his head before shifting Oliver into a prone position on the bed, sliding his body above his, kissing his neck resting his throbbing cock against his bottom. Oliver arched his back in response giving Atticus access to his soaked cunt again, letting him push himself deep inside. Oliver moaned upon being filled as Atticus placed his hands on either side of Oliver thrusting into him. His body was tight, but tighter as this position made it harder for Atticus to keep his stamina. He slowed his pace, wrapping his arms around Oliver and kissing his neck. "I love you..." Atticus whispered before picking up speed again penetrating him deeply with long strokes. Long strokes turned to fast and needy before finally, Atticus came again inside Oliver, holding him tight against his body. Oliver smiled through tired and satisfied eyes. "I love you too." He said as he enjoyed the embrace of his lover, drifting off to sleep.