Category Linkin Park

Untitled X by tfybike



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"I wanna feel your mouth...just kiss me."


"I mean it Bradford, please."

Mike in his face, begging. Begging to be kissed. How could he say no?

Brad's hand found the singer's neck first; holding him in place, a wiry thumb running lovingly up the column of his throat.

Their mouths crashed together. "Yes."

It was all tongue and breathlessly moaned words, and they kissed like it would have been painful to break apart, as if they were giving life to each other.

"You feel...so good...Brad I-"

The half-Asian man opened his mouth wider to taste at the rough beard, sighing lustfully as he began to feel the slender hands grope him from below.

"Ohhh. Mmmmm..."

"Goddamn." Brad growled in answer, reaching lecherously under Mike's mini-skirt as he pushed his tongue harder against the plump lips, licking, mouth-fucking him with equal parts gentleness and urgency.

Nothing else mattered as they rocked against each other, and Mike felt his body taken over by shivers in anticipation of what was to come.

He had asked, and now it was Brad's to take.

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