"I read it in a book."
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Clark leans forward, his head nestles a little into the crook of Roshan's neck. He inhales deeply as gentle kisses are placed along Roshan's collarbone. "Mmm, you smell so good." He utters as the kisses form a trail down Roshan's bare chest.

"I just showered... hmm." Roshan hitches a breath as Clark's tongue flickers over one of his nipples, tickling and teasing before his lips shroud the sensitive area as he sucks lightly, causing Roshan to moan a little more.

"You taste good too." Clark mumbles around the now hardening nipple, before paying his attention to the neglected side.

"C...coconut showergel." Roshan breathes out. His eyes looking up at the dimly lit ceiling as his hands weave into Clark's hair at the back of his head, holding him in place as he is being tenderly sucked. He can feel fantastic sensations being sent to his crotch as the arousal begins to intensify, even surprising himself at how turned on he was and Clark hadn't even ventured south yet.

"Oh my God!" Roshan calls out rather loudly as Clark now sucks a little harder on the one nipple, whilst using his fingers to tease the first. The feeling felt so intense, so erotic, so sensory. Roshan had never climaxed this way, but he felt like he was about to. "Shit, I'm think I'm gonna cum." He declares, making Clark suddenly stop and look up at Roshan's blissful face in surprise.

"Really?" Clark questions, with a hint of surprise in his voice.

Roshan lifts his head off the back of the couch looking down his body at Clark. "Yes really!" He sounds almost annoyed that Clark had stopped. He pushes Clark's head back into his stimulated nipples. "Don't stop till I cum, I wanna come this way."

"Yes chef." Clark says with a grin, not being able to resist the nod to Roshan's authority. He diligently gets back to work, licking, sucking, toying. Moving from one hardened nipple to the other, with Roshan's chest getting wet and slobbery, adding to the slick moves of the tongue.

Roshan again lets his head fall back on the armrest of the couch. The feeling suddenly intensifying at the root of his core. "Fuck... I'm cumming, I'm cumming, shit I'm cumming!" He holds Clark's head in place by his chest as he begins to release inside his pyjamas. "Oh my, my God, it's...it's mmmm."

Clark hums around the nipple in his mouth, lightly teasing the bud between his teeth. He could feel the wet sensation beneath him as Roshan's once clean pyjamas become a wet sticky mess.

Roshan slowly comes down from his climax, lettting the hold on Clark's head lighten a little. "I've...never had an orgasm like that before." He exclaims, still trying to get his mind around it all.

Clark eventually is able to lift his head to make eye contact with a breathless Roshan. "I read it in a book." He smirks with satisfaction, seeing Roshan pleasure wrecked face. "The nipples are a top erogenous zone. " He adds.

"Ha! You don't say." Roshan laughs, still feeling a little giddy and high from it all.

"I told you I have other skills." Clark smiles again leaning forwards to catch Roshan's lips.

They again pull apart from the embrace. "I want to see more skills." Roshan speaks just above a whisper.  Clark sits back and slowly gets off of Roshan's hips. He stands next to the sofa and holds out a hand for Roshan to take.

"Lead the way." He requests as now, hand in hand, Roshan guides Clark up the stairs to his bedroom.

As soon as the threshold is crossed, a new sense of fever ignites between them. They instantly begin to strip eachother down, discarding the remainder of their clothes. The dressing gown falls from Roshan's arms, along with the opened pyjama top. The button on Clark's jeans is unpopped, the zipper pulled down, the denim slowly lowering as Clark momentarily breaks the heated kiss to shake them off completely.

Roshan's pyjama pants have no trouble being lowered, getting kicked to one side, his arousal still semi present and set to return. He looks down at the outline of Clark's length inside his fitted boxers. He hooks two fingers inside and eases them down. The appendage now coming into view.

With the underwear discarded and them both completely naked, they once again come together. Their bodies press close as the heat intensifies between then. Their kisses becomming wetter, messier as their minds become filled with desires. Clark detaches his lips and catches Roshan's gaze. They spend just a moment looking into each others eyes. "Will you do something for me, something I have been thinking about, probably since the moment we met?' Clark utters, never breaking eye contact.

Roshan smiles letting a small chuckle leave his lips, before answering...."Tell me..."