✿ BL scene. Skip if you're not comfortable ✿

Randall just stood there, watching as Kyle took a towel and dried himself. Before Kyle could wrap that towel around his waist, however, Randall took it out of his hands.

"You're not going to need this now," he growled, then grabbed Kyle's wrist.

He dragged Kyle along, his steps fast and quick, which made Kyle stumble a bit. Throwing Kyle onto the bed, Randall quickly leaned over him, staring at him from above.

"Gah, Randall," Kyle said with annoyance, "Stop being such a prick!"

Kyle was only half on the bed, while his legs were dangling on the side. Randall didn't say a word, but continued to stare at Kyle's face, then chest and with extreme disappointment over Kyle Jr being limp.

"I can't believe that you're really here," Randall finally said.

"Yes, I'm here. Now get off," Kyle said, turning around to get off the bed.

Randall stopped him, saying, "No."

"Don't be ridiculous," growled Kyle, getting really annoyed, "This isn't exactly a comfortable position for me."

"Kiss me first," Randall said.

"Seriously?!" Kyle said exasperatingly, "Why are you acting like such a girl?"

Seeing that the stubborn man wasn't budging, Kyle rolled his eyes. Pushing himself up with his elbow to meet Randall's lips, Kyle kissed him as he demanded.

A long, slow and deep kiss.

Surprisingly, Randall didn't do anything other than just kiss him and when they parted, Randall got off him and lay down on the bed. Patting the empty space beside him, he said, "Come here."

Kyle got up and sat on the edge of the bed, fully conscious of his naked self and the other naked man in the room. Raking his fingers through his hair that was still damp, Kyle cricked his neck and rotated his shoulders.

"Can we just sleep? I'm really exhausted," Kyle said, looking at Randall pleadingly.

Randall lay there, staring at the vision of loveliness in front of him. He noted that Kyle really did look tired.

He didn't agree, but neither did he reject as he patted the empty spot next to him again.

"We'll sleep," Randall said, "Come here."

"Don't you have any pajamas?"

"I always sleep in the nude," Randall replied with a smirk.

"Well, I don't," Kyle replied.

"Tough," Randall countered, "Are you coming here, or do I have to drag you over?"

Kyle glared at him and obediently trudged over, and lay down next to Randall, being careful not to touch him in any way. He reached over to the edge of the blanket, intending to cover himself when Randall rolled over and went on top of Kyle.

"Randall, come on. Stop it," Kyle said, putting his hand on Randall's chest.

Randall just stared at Kyle, relishing the feel of their naked skin touching. His already hard shaft became harder, and rubbed itself on Kyle.

He was busy paying very close attention to Kyle's chest, feeling rather miffed that all his previous love bites were gone. So he gave more.

His head came down, and he started his 'work'. His tongue ran over that muscular chest, his lips kissing that soft skin.

While he was doing that, his hand was busy rubbing on Kyle's nipples, rubbing on them and flicking at it till it hardened. He then ran his tongue over it before biting it, then sucking before doing the same on the other side.

"Randall," Kyle said breathlessly, "Stop. it. I'm serious. I .."

"Sssshh," Randall replied, ignoring Kyle, "You're tired, so you can't be on top this time."

"No!" Kyle hissed, struggling to push him off.

Randall gripped Kyle's waist tightly, not letting him move as he continued his careful licking and biting on the chest.

"I know, you're always on top," Randall said in a whisper, but loud enough for Kyle to hear, "Don't worry, I'll be gentle."

Kyle brought up his legs, but Randall pushed them down, going lower. His strong arms gripped Kyle's sore thighs, forcing him to widen his legs.

"This is not like you, Randall," Kyle said breathlessly, trying to get up.

Randall then pushed himself up so that he was face-to-face with Kyle and smirked, "Don't worry. Just let me do all the work."

He kissed Kyle, feeling like he'll never get tired of doing this. He ran his hands from Kyle's head, to the shoulders then arms, caressing each part as he touched it. Upon getting to Kyle's wrists, he brought them up above Kyle's head.

Kyle jerked back, wanting to bring his arms down but Randall was too strong.

He couldn't break free and felt Randall bang the back of his hands on the headboard of the bed. Then, he felt something cold encricling his wrists and then a clink sound.

"RANDALL, WHAT THE FUCK!" Kyle shouted, upon discovering his two hands were now securely handcuffed to the top of the bed.

He glared at the extremely satisfied man who didn't say a word. Randall just kissed him briefly on the lips then went back down to Kyle's legs.

"You were my first," Randall said as he continued kissing down, stopping at Kyle's bellybutton. He ran his tongue around it and plunged it inside, causing Kyle Jr to twitch.

It was as if a line of electricity ran from his navel right to his core point. Kyle bit his lower lips, to stop himself from making any sounds.

Randall cupped Kyle's balls and slowly stroked the hard shaft.

"So I will be your first," Randall said, before taking Kyle's c*ck deep in his mouth.

Kyle groaned out loud, unable to stop the sounds from escaping his lips. His back arched as he felt that tongue swirling all over his c*ck. It was the combination of sucking and that tongue swirling which made Kyle's head spin.

Kyle couldn't think anymore.

Randall started sucking harder, his head was bobbing up and down faster while his tongue swirled inside. Kyle's arms rattled the handcuffs as he tried to move, his hips seemingly having a mind of its own as it thrust to the rhythm of Randall's head movements.

Randall gripped Kyle's a*s in his hands, as he helped Kyle thrust himself into his mouth. How he loved to hear those moans from Kyle, and the heavy breathing he gave as Randall continued sucking him off.

He placed one hand around the shaft of Kyle's c*ck, moving it up and down the entire shaft at the same time as his mouth. Sometimes, he would take the c*ck out of his mouth, then used his palm to slide and twist over the head (akin to juicing an orange), before gliding the hand back down and taking the c*ck in his mouth again.

Kyle felt like he was losing his mind.

The feeling was beyond incredible. Kyle's thrusts became faster, as he just wanted that sensation to continue. He wanted to grab that head and move it faster.

As if hearing him, Randall did.

With a loud shout, Kyle climaxed, and his body shuddered while Randall continued sucking softly, swallowing everything. Once it was over, Randall gave a final lick on the head, kissed it, and smiled.