Good day all!! Last week you got to meet Haydin and Thad, with cameos from Clarissa and Shea. This time around, I hope you will be excited to meet Sander and Kiran. Now, for those who have read Mirror, Mirror, in that reality, you are about to meet two famous gay porn stars.
And just to get your blood going, they have agreed to a small, but erotic scene for us. Without further ado, I give you Sander and Kiran…
Me: Hey boys! How are you?
Sander (beaming): “I’m always good.”
Kiran (with shy frown): “Sander’s always good.”
Me (chuckles): “What’s wrong Kiran? Aren’t you happy?”
Kiran (frown now gone): “I’m happy. I have this man to make me happy.”
Sander (pulling Kiran close and nuzzling his neck): “You always have me babe.”
Me (chuckling and shaking my head): “Really guys? Can you give me five minutes before you are ripping each other’s clothes off?”
Sander (looking at me smugly): That’s all your fault. You are the one that made us insatiable for each other. Now I love him, and want him and always will.”
Kiran (rolls eyes at Sander): “Insatiable is right.”
Sander (looking softly at Kiran): “And love.”
Me: “Ok, ok. Looks as if I need to wander off to the side and let you guys get on with it.”
Sander waved me off. “Nice set by the way.”
Me (laughing): “Thank Sasha.”
Sander pulled Kiran into his arms. “You ok, babe? You didn’t talk much.” Sander whispered, concerned. “I’m fine Sander. I just don’t like talking about my feelings to strangers.” Kiran whispered back, sliding his lips across the short stubble on Sander’s jaw. “She’s hardly a stranger.” Sander said with amusement. Kiran huffed. “You know what I mean.” Kiran hissed at Sander.
Kiran’s objections were promptly cut off as Sander leaned down and took his mouth, his tongue running along Kiran’s lower lip to let him in. Kiran opened immediately, loving the way Sander wasted no time in devouring his mouth, stealing his breath away. It was always like this with Sander.
Kiran moved his hands up under Sander’s shirt and worked it off of his broad shoulders and tossing it aside. Hands everywhere, Kiran gasped as Sander moved to lick and suck his neck. It was a good thing they were exclusive the way Sander liked to mark his body.
Without breaking the kiss, Sander proceeded to remove Kiran’s clothing. Not that there was much; a t-shirt, jeans and flip-flops. The minute Kiran was naked, Sander’s big hands were on his ass, pulling him tight against him and grinding them together. “Too many clothes, Sander.” Kiran managed to growl out.
Sander finally pulled back, giving the both a moment to catch their breaths and removed his own clothing. Kiran’s eyes roamed over the magnificent body that was all his. As focused as ever, Kiran didn’t even remember they had an audience.
Sander pulled Kiran back into his arms, an index finger tapping the plug that was snuggly buried in Kiran’s ass. Kiran would have grinned if Sander wasn’t kissing him again. They’d decided it would be a good idea to have Kiran already prepared since they knew they had promised a show for this interview.
Kiran suddenly gasped as Sander took a hold of said plug and started pumping it in and out of Kiran’s hot channel. “Sander….” Kiran whimpered as the plug nudged up against his gland. “I’ve got you babe.” Sander rasped out, the desire thick in his voice.
Kiran would definitely thank Sasha later for allowing the bed from their studio to be brought here as Sander pushed him towards it. Then Kiran suddenly found himself turned, with his back to Sander and his lover pushing him up on the bed. “Hold onto the headboard.” Sander ordered harshly. Kiran’s heart rate rocketed at the sound of that husky voice and he scrambled up to do as Sander asked.
Sander was nearly in overdrive. This wasn’t going to last long. He turned Kiran and pushed him up onto the bed from the studio and made him hold onto the headboard. He planned on fucking his man from behind, with Kiran in his lap. Not a position they did very often.
Sander knee walked up to place his larger body against Kiran’s back, wrapped on arm around Kiran to stroke his swollen cock, the other hand pulling Kiran’s long black hair aside so he could kiss and nuzzle the nape of Kiran’s neck. It never ceased to amaze Sander how responsive Kiran was to his touch. He jacked his lover a few times, spreading the pre-cum already leaking from it. He rocked is hips, sliding his engorged shaft up and down Kiran’s crack, which moved the plug inside him. “Sander….” Sander heard Kiran’s plea.
Sander paused only long enough to remove the plug and slick his throbbing erection before pushing his way inside Kiran in one long smooth thrust. Both men groaned with pleasure. Sander was too close to the edge to draw this out, so spread his knees wider, grabbed Kiran’s slim hips and thrust up into Kiran’s body fast and deep. The gasps and moans coming from his lover told him he was seesawing across Kiran’s prostate, which he knew this position would do. Sweat poured down his back, his balls beginning their trek upwards.
Kiran was surprised at Sander’s choice in position. It was rare for Sander to take him from behind, much less have him practically sitting in his lap. But then, Sander was always full of the unexpected. Kiran bucked into Sander’s hand when he began to stroke him, only to groan heavily, his head dropping down between his shoulders, when Sander removed the plug to replace it with his impressive cock. When Sander spread his knees, Kiran did too and used his hold on the headboard to meet every thrust from his lover.
After several more thrusts, Sander’s arms came around Kiran. He grabbed Kiran’s bobbing erection with one hand, jacking it to the rhythm of his thrusts, the other hand he placed over Kiran’s on the headboard, trapping Kiran against him. Kiran groaned. Sander knew damn good and well what surrounding Kiran's body with his own was going to do and Kiran couldn’t have stopped the climax that slammed through him even if he wanted to. He grunted, his hold on the headboard so tight, the metal creaked. The groan that came from Sander told him that his lover had reached his release as well.
Sander tried to ride the edge of his orgasm, but when Kiran’s channel tightened around him and his hand was suddenly covered in wet heat, Sander lost the battle. He thrust one more time, groaning loudly as he filled his lover’s body with his seed. He held Kiran through their aftershocks, both their bodies trembling. Once their breaths had quieted down, Sander carefully sat back on his heels and pulled Kiran more fully into his lap, his softening member still buried in his lover.
Sander used his clean hand to turn Kiran’s head, kissing him tenderly. “I love you.” He said. Kiran’s face flushed as he gazed into Sander’s hazel eyes. “I love you too.” Kiran whispered and Sander smiled at him. Kiran didn’t say it often, still uncomfortable with declarations out loud, so when he did, Sander treasured the words.
Sander eased them down, avoiding the wet spot. Slipping from Kiran’s body, Sander spooned around his smaller lover. He grabbed the comforter and covered them. Then nuzzled his face into his Kiran’s soft hair, taking a deep breath of his lover’s essence. God, how he loved this man.
Kiran let Sander move him, too exhausted to care and knowing Sander would take care of him. He pushed his body back against Sander’s warmth; his heart skipping as Sander covered them, then wrapped his strong arms around him. "Jesus, Sander. What you fucking do to me." He whispered. He would never stop loving this man, even if he didn’t say it often. He would always show Sander exactly how he felt.
Me (giving a dreamy sigh): “There are my boys, hope you enjoyed their show. Now, let’s give them some privacy people.”
