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33: Underwater Heat
🕑 Added 2021-04-19 23:08:47 +0000 UTC“Inho, Inho I’m an adult. I’m too old for this,” Stephen complained, though his eyes followed Inho’s hands pulling down his jeans. “I’m literally getting older tomorrow, too – 31, officially too old to break into a pool.” Did Inho seriously want to do this? It was so childish!
Inho looked at him with interest, stepping out of his pants. “It’s your birthday tomorrow? That’s amazing!”
“Yep, so as a gift to me – and I never thought I’d say this to you – but please put your clothes back on; I’m begging you.”
“Nah,” Inho came over to him and put took both his hands. “If you’re too old tomorrow, we have to do this now! It’ll be midnight soon, and then it’s too late!” His eyes were bright and compelling, even in the dim light.
“No way,” Stephen started, but Inho began unbuckling Stephen’s suit pants, and the action made him stiffen immediately.
“Ah you’re hard,” Inho said in a falsely casual voice, then with an almost steady hand, he reached out and stroked the front of Stephen’s boxers.
Stephen couldn’t help himself; his hands went to Inho’s hips and he pulled him close, leaning down to take Inho’s mouth in a crushing kiss. Inho kissed him back eagerly, his hand moving to the waistband of Stephen’s expensive underwear and pulling it away from his belly, exposing him. Stephen’s body thrilled at the attention, and they both looked down and into his boxer briefs. Stephen flicked his attention upwards to see if Inho looked repulsed.
As far as Stephen knew, Inho was bisexual, but he hadn’t confirmed, and a tiny bit of doubt lingered that he might be put off when confronted with an erect penis.
But Inho was still smiling a smile full of secrets, and let the elastic go with a snap. It grazed Stephen’s tip and he flinched at the sting.
“Ugh! You little…” Stephen growled, pursuing Inho as he backed away.
“Whatcha gonna do about it?” Inho cackled, hands in the air, taunting him, He reached the edge of the pool with his heels, then took a step back into nothingness. Inho slipped elegantly into the water with barely a splash and re-emerged immediately to grin at Stephen again. Slicking his wet hair back out of his eyes, he shot Stephen a look that screamed “fuck me”, and Stephen was dying to oblige.
Without breaking eye contact with his water-imp of a partner, Stephen stripped off the rest of his clothes, including his underwear. He saw Inho’s eyes widen in shock, and he strode over to join him in the water.
Stephen chose a shallower place to slide in, keeping his feet on the bottom of the pool, so his hair and face remained dry. The pool was cool, but not unpleasant, and even felt warm in contrast to the night air. Inho was treading water and giving him a loaded look, somewhere between apprehension and arousal.
“Why’re you naked?” Inho asked.
“Those are Hugo Boss boxers,” Stephen said, “I’m not about to put them in chlorine. And besides, you’re the one who’ll be going home commando later.” He beckoned imperiously, “You made me get in, now come here.”
Inho obeyed, his dark eyes still uncertain. He looked extra bewitching under the moonlight with his worried stare and wet hair. Stephen wanted him.
When he got in range, Stephen reached out and towed him through the water until they collided. He gripped Inho’s butt and Inho straddled him with a small gasp of surprise. Stephen dipped suddenly, and Inho instinctively wrapped his arms around Stephen’s neck to save himself from getting dunked.
“This is nice,” Stephen said, putting his own arms around Inho’s middle. “I don’t think I could carry you like this outside the water.”
“Lame. I thought you were strong.”
“What?” Stephen answered, incredulous. “How much do you think you weigh?”
“What’s the point of weightlifting if you can’t lift a man when you need to?”
Stephen stemmed Inho’s bratty replies with another kiss. Inho opened his mouth and moved his hips, grinding against Stephen’s sensitive skin. The wet fabric felt terrible.
“Hang on,” He let go of Inho’s waist to pull down his soaked boxers. “Let’s have matching birthday suits for my birthday shall we?”
Inho didn’t resist, and when Stephen moved to the edge of the pool to slap them down, he followed. His eyes were drinking in every inch of Stephen’s body over the water. Stephen moved a little shallower to grant him a better view of his chest and abs, then opened his arms.
Inho joined him once more and Stephen reeled him in, putting his own back to the tiled side of the pool. Inho was breathing fast and shakey – little puffs of steam. The night had grown colder.
“Are you cold?” Stephen asked, gently pushing his knee between Inho’s thighs.
“No, I’m – Ah!” Inho gasped sharply as below the water Stephen wrapped his hand around him, stroking him with slow steady movements. Stephen kissed him a third time, pushing into his mouth as Inho moaned and gripped his shoulders hard with wet slippery hands.
They stayed like that, kissing and sliding against each other in what had become thin clouds of steam. All concerns about getting caught evaporated and Stephen’s mind was filled only with Inho: the hot slick of his skin where they touched, the tiny helpless sounds of pleasure he was making with each pump of Stephen’s fist, and the jerking grind of his hips, rubbing against Stephen’s own pulsing need.
“Wait,” Inho whispered in a raw voice that lit Stephen on fire. The instruction was uncompelling.
“Stop,” Inho said, more urgently, and pushed lightly on Stephen’s chest.”
Stephen stopped, but didn’t release his grip, “What’s wrong?” he asked, before catching Inho’s lower lip in his teeth.
“I don’t want to cum in the pool,” Inho gasped through Stephen’s kisses. “It’s gross.”
Stephen burst out laughing. He buried his face into Inho’s shoulder as he shook, releasing his fist below the water. “How conscientious,” he said when he could breathe again. “Okay, okay,” he kissed Inho on the forehead, “Let’s get out of here before we get arrested.”
