Sean Michael Velvet Glove Volume II

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ache in his belly.
Yeah. Jim stood and took his hands, drawing him up. Are you finished for the night?
I am. I am. Take me to bed, Jim? Take me to your bed?
Come on.
Jim kept one of his hands and led him back to the staff lift. The doors opened
immediately and Jim pulled him into the lift and hit the button for the eighth floor. Then he was
pressed up against the back of the elevator, Jim s lips on his.
He moaned, rubbing against Jim, arms wrapping around Jim s neck.
Oh. Oh, so right. He could feel the heat and weight and warmth of Jim s cock, sliding on
his belly. Jim s hands slid into his hair, cupping his head and tilting him so the kiss could
become deeper.
Oh. Oh. Oh.
He opened wider, whimpering, needing.
Jim s tongue pressed deep, hips pushed against him rhythmically, branding his belly with
that heat, even through their clothes. Kestrel was flying, soaring, higher than he d imagined,
falling recklessly into warm arms.
Oh, sweet heavens! Jim moaned and grabbed his bottom, raising him to his tippy toes
and bringing their cocks together. There were still too many clothes between them, but not
enough to slow either of them down.
Yes & Want & Oh & His eyes rolled, hips rolling faster, breath coming quick.
The muted noise of the lift arriving at its destination sounded, the whisper of the doors
opening, but Jim didn t seem to care, kissing and rubbing against him like he would never stop.
A soft chuckle sounded. Get a room, you two.
Kes blinked up, breathing hard. Oh. Oh, Mal. Oh. Hush, you. You don t have rooms on
this floor.
Jim s arms slid away, color high. Oh. I. Jim cleared his throat.
Hello, Jim. Mal s grin was evil. Let s cancel breakfast, yeah, Kes? I m headed
upstairs for the night. Early supper.
He nodded, still holding tight to Jim.
Oh. Oh, are you two? Oh. I didn t know, I. Oh, don t cancel your breakfast. I ll. I didn t
know.
Know what? He blinked up, confused, caught by the movement of Jim s lips.
Mal chuckled again. We re not, Jim. We haven t been in fifteen years.
Kestrel frowned. Fifteen years & You re going to make him think I m old, Mal!
Jim was chuckling softly. No, Kestrel, he s making me think you were very, very young
when you were lovers with Mal.
Oh & He grinned, snuggling in, just beaming.
Oh, you re good. Mal grinned and eased them out of the lift. Very good.
Jim shook his head, arm around Kestrel s middle. I just tell it like I see it. I m not very
good at that, what do you call it? Playing games.
Mal stopped and gave Jim a serious, still look. He deserves no less than that. He is a
delicate one, our Kestrel. Hold him carefully.
I would never hurt him. Jim looked just as serious as Mal.
Good. Have a good night, Jim, Kestrel. Then the lift doors slid shut.
I m sorry. He s been my friend for a long time. He worries.
Jim started them down the hall. To be honest, I m happy to see someone looking out for
you, Kestrel. You re always so busy making sure everyone else is fine. I worry about you, too.
I & It s what I do. I take care of things. He leaned against Jim as they walked. Which
one is yours?
This one here, near the end of the hall. 812. Jim put his palm on the door and it opened,
revealing a small and simply furnished sitting room. My bedroom s down the hall, past the
kitchen and the bathroom. But you probably knew that the staff rooms are almost all laid out
the same, aren t they?
Yes. The managers have suites, but all the others are built the same. Everyone has their
own style, though. His suite was frenetic, chaotic, full of baubles and colors and clothes and
lights.
Jim s rooms was sparse in comparison to his own, the things that stood out the most
being the shelves with books, both in the sitting room and in the bedroom.
You like to read. What do you read about? He pressed close, rubbing against Jim
almost unconsciously.
Bartending, history, art, anything I can find in book form instead of on a text reader.
Jim pulled him close again, arms wrapping around him. Now where were we?
You were making me fly. He grinned up into pretty blue eyes.
Yeah? How was I doing that? Like this? Jim s hands found his ass again, tugging him
in close as that hot mouth closed over his, Jim s tongue pressing deep.
Oh.
His world started spinning, hands burying in Jim s hair, fireworks flaring behind his eyes.
Jim walked him backwards until the bed hit his legs and he fell back onto it, Jim
following him down, mouth devouring his.
Kestrel stretched, calling out as their bodies rocked together. He tugged at Jim s shirt,
needed the heat of skin on skin. Jim helped him, shrugging out of the shirt and tearing his off
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