Pleasure was rippling throughout Kyle's body. The ghost was touching him just right, just the way he wanted, and he couldn't resist moving his hips along with the motion. Losing his composure, Kyle was a mess. A panting, hot, whining mess. He wanted more, more, more. The fallen angel hadn't felt such arousal in a very long time, not since Audrey. And now this stranger was even working up Kyle enough to rival the best lover he had ever had.
Watching the man's expression amused Kyle. Confident, but a small amount of hesitance in how he reacted. Almost awe-struck but still keeping a cool facade. But Kyle could sense the excitement, the hunger in him. Hidden deep, as if hiding it, but definitely there. Definitely getting off on Kyle's horny desperation. Not only the touch, but the feeling of being wanted was turning him on more than he could grasp. But Kyle wanted to return the favor, wanted to get him as desperate as he was.
Sparks and tingles began to rush through him, and Kyle knew he wouldn't be able to contain himself much longer. But as Kyle began to gasp and whimper, nearing climax, the stranger ran his finger up his length before taking it away suddenly. Blood coursing fast, the denial only made him long for more. He didn't take the time to let himself feel teased. Instead, he hungrily rolled to straddle the man, gripping the collar of his jacket tight and pressed his lips against his. Kyle was growing more amorous, more needy with the kiss. Hips pressed against the pelvis of his partner and increased the friction against his jeans.
"Oh, my god... Please, hurt me, use me as you want... Please, please." Between breaths, Kyle let the pleas slip through his lips.
