Hearing
Returning to Four Corners from a prisoner transfer, Vin and his lover had taken
advantage of their leisurely return trip, picking out a secluded spot along the way home.
Given free reign to show their mutual passion, Vin hadn’t hesitated, making him
come once already. Time to do it again. Hips rocking, Vin felt his cock rub over his
lover’s prostate again… there it was… the gasp that signalled orgasm… almost there…
Groan, Vin gave one last deep thrust; revelling in the ringing cry of completion his
gambler gave at this latest orgasm. The most wonderful sound in the world.
Sight
Vin Tanner felt his heart fill with love at the spectacle that greeted his tired eyes.
Slender feet, muscled calves, thighs that felt like heaven wrapped around his waist… a
quiescent cock that had given him bliss on many an occasion. Slender hips, a compactly
muscled upper body… the face of an angel; his angel.
Even now with his long lashes covering his green eyes, Ezra looked like heaven to
this tired tracker. Quickly shucking out of his clothes, Vin spooned up behind his mate,
pulling up the covers the gambler had kicked off in the night. He was home.
Scent
Looking down at the head of his beloved as he nestled into his chest, Vin Tanner was
lost in thought. It had taken him a while to figure out what about Ezra calmed him so…
and it was smell. Ezra curled against him like this smelled like home.
Dust, sweat, smoke… horses… whiskey… those he’d had in a dozen different towns
and lovers. It was when mixed with the scents of Ezra; that special soap, the freshness of
his hair… the special scent of the man himself that underpinned all that. That was his
peace… his bedrock… his heart. Home.
Taste
Urgently, Vin investigated every inch of the lithe body offered up to him in
passionate abandon and he trailed burning kisses down the sweat-glistened torso.
Desperately, he opened his mouth and engulfed Ezra’s cock. Using everything he had
learned about pleasuring his lover, he sucked, nipped and lapped at the throbbing organ.
His urgency must have transmitted itself to his lover and all to soon, he felt the onset of
orgasm. Throat working greedily he swallowed every drop of come offered to him and
remembered a word Ezra had taught him… ambrosia, food of the gods… that’s how Ezra
tasted.
Touch
Vin’s breath caught in his throat as he looked reprovingly into Ezra’s face,
murmuring, "Tease." The indolent chuckle in reply sent a shiver down his spine. Another
deft touch and he arched his back mutely asking for more.
Feeling his muscles turn to jelly as Ezra’s questing fingers sought out the small of his
back and then continued down towards much more interesting areas. Lying in bed with
your man about to ravish you was not the time to be thinking of his ma, but Vin
silently blessed Maude Standish. Since childhood she had drilled her son in the
manipulation of a deck of cards… this had given Ezra a ‘touch’ that bordered on magical.
A touch, when turned on a man’s body… damn, but it ought to be illegal for a man’s
hands to give that much pleasure.
Vin growled in his throat as the magic hands of his lover prepared him for more
intimate contact. When the fingers in his ass were replaced by his throbbing erection, Vin
bit into the pillow to muffle his cry of delight. Passion spiraled into completion. Vin
smiled. His southern lover was the first and only person to ever touch his soul.
The End
