Beautiful was not a word Abasi had ever expected to hear in relation to himself and right away he wanted to object, to roll his eyes; thankfully Loren was effectively distracting him from pointing it out, with hands on his hips and another bruising kiss. The bite on his throat stinging deliciously Abasi forgot all his qualms over the word in an instant, leaning his body up towards Loren as his nipples were pinched with a breathless moan.
He let himself be led, trusting Loren entirely; as his knees hit the desk he sat down on it. Lifting his hips to help Loren take off his pants he found himself again anxious that the man wouldn't like what he saw, but it was easier to dismiss this worry the second time and besides, it would be obvious from the hard cock Loren revealed (wearing underwear was a foreign concept to Abasi and he had immediately rejected it) that he was concerned with other things.
With anticipation of what was going to come, Abasi got a little bolder, reaching up to grab Loren's shoulders and pulling the man over himself, between his legs, and kissing him again. As they kissed, something he was learning the way of now (parted lips and a curious tongue, teeth pulling on lips) , he stroked his hands down Loren's back and pushed his thumbs into his pants, hoping to push them down.
