Asian muscle boys tickle fight ends in fucking

Body Builder Boys: A Tickle Fight Turned Torrid

The sweaty, taut bodies glistened under the harsh studio lights, muscles rippling as the two burly men playfully wrestled each other. Han, with his cafe au lait complexion and wavy obsidian hair, grappled against the lighter, golden skin of Song. Their laughter echoed off the walls, a mix of English and their native Korean tongue.

“Cheeky bastard!” Han grunted, fingers digging into Song’s exposed ribs as he shifted his weight, trying to pin those wresting hips. Song bucked and writhed, cackling as his left hand found purchase around Han’s nipple.

“AH! Fuck you!” Han howled in mock pain.

They tumbled off the massage bed in a sprawl of glistening limbs and crumpled towels. The men giggled, skin-to-skin and hearts pounding, caught up in a web of friendly rivalry.

“You’re gonna regret that,” Song warned, voice low and breathy as he pinned both Han’s wrists to the floor above his head. Their eyes glittered, hazy with adrenaline and something more primal.

Han thrust his hips up suggestively. “Oh yeah? And what’re you gonna do about it, pretty boy?”

Venom was laced in the challenge, but it was all in good fun between these two strapping athletes. Song’s smile was catlike and feral as he repositioned on top of Han, muscles flexing, bracketing the other man’s body. Sweat dripped from Song’s abs to Han’s heaving chest.

This close, not even they could hide their arousal, those burgeoning erections flush against each other, separated only by the thin barrier of dampened towels.

Han’s eyes fluttered shut as Song leaned down, peppering his chin and jaw with teasing nips. He whimpered when Song’s unmistakably hard cock pressed against his hip. His own pulsing length throbbed, demanding attention.

“Oh gods,” Han breathed, head tilting back. Message received, Song fell upon his neck like a starving man. Han’s chest heaved under the onslaught of lips, tongue, and teeth. He writhed under Song, fingers digging into those toned shoulder blades.

They rutted together feverishly, grinding and humping, chasing that spark of friction. “Shit, you feel so fucking good,” Song whispered, voice strained.

Anticipation was a live wire between them, the promise of more burning them both inside. Han needed to touch Song, to feel the skin under his palms once more. He needily bucked up against that glorious weight pinning him so deliciously.

“Please,” he gasped, hardly recognizing the begging quality to his own voice.

In a burst of sincerity, Song confessed, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Wanted you.”

Han’s eyes shot open, heart skipping a beat. “You have?”

“Ever since that day at the gym. I couldn’t stop looking at you.” Song licked his lips, gaze travelling down Han’s heaving chest. “Couldn’t stop imagining you under me like this.”

“I-I’d be lying if I didn’t say that goes both ways,” Han admitted. “Every time you stripped down, those muscles jiggling– it was… a lot. Difficult to control myself.”

The confession seemed to embolden Song. Freed from any doubts about their compatibility, the men gave into their heady passion. Song captured Han’s lips, the kiss hungry and desperate. Han moaned into it, relishing the way their tongues slid together. His fingers tangled in Song’s hair, tugging gently.

The kissing turned filthy, wet and sloppy, unashamed. Wanton and lustful, they grinded their aching cocks together through drenched towels, hips rolling together in a sensual dance. Soft little whimpers and gasps filled the room as frenzied hands roamed, then clawed and squeezed.

It was Song easing back first, taking in the sight of Han flushed pink, eyes hazy and kiss-swollen lips parted. “Fuck, I want to taste you,” he rasped, voice raw. “I wanna bury my face between your legs and worship that cock of yours.”

Han shivered, pupils blown wide. “Then get to it,” he growled playfully with a waggle of his brows.

Song cackled, simmering with desire. “Impatient little thing, aren’t we? I’ll take my time.”

He peppered a trail of open-mouthed kisses across Han’s salted chest and down that ridged abdomen. The dozen starbursts of hot ink framed with fluffy fur beckoned over Han’s hipbones like an arrow. Following the lead, Song mouthed at the leaking slit when he arrived.

“Ah! Oh god,” Han cried, hips lifting off the floor.

Song pulled at the cannabis green floss until Han’s thick uncut length bobbed free, the pretty dick flushed and angry. Song moaned at the heady scent, laving the veiny shaft with long, firm strokes of his tongue. Han hissed and gasped, fingers clawing at the shearling throw as much as he could.

Song aimed for maximum effect, sucking one fat ball into his mouth and rolling it around on his tongue– his specialty. Han see-sawed between agonized moans and high-pitched whines. A sheen of sweat glistened on his skin, the tousled obsidian locks sticking to his forehead.

“Not gonna last,” he choked out.

At that happy admission, Song crawled up Han’s body, notching his cock next to Han’s plush lips. In full agreement, he captured Han’s erection in his own, panting hotly and thrust the bobbing heads together. Leaking with pre and spit, they slammed together, rutting frantically. The squelches and slaps and groans were a symphony of carnal pleasure.

Muscles quivered and toes curled. They were so close, teetering on the edge. Han slumped back, the alphabet replacing English as words tumbled from his mouth. Arousal painted Song’s skin, sticky and warm.

They came apart with shuddering sighs. Cum cooled on their heated skin as they basked in the afterglow. Two gorgeous men satisfied, their passions sated.

Song nuzzled into Han’s neck, pressing soft kisses to his hairline. “That was… incredible,” he drawled, placing a final peck under Han’s ear.

Han smiled, if only because he knew how to read Song’s body language by now. Pride sparked in his chest. “We make quite the amazing pair,” he agreed, hooking their pinkies together. “We should do this more often.”

“Deal.”

In that perfect moment, their roles were solidified. Han, the bottom, and Song, the top. They were so perfectly in sync with each other this way, two titillating more than just a portrait.

It was the start of something gorgeous, built on a foundation of spicy foreplay and a tickle fight to end them all.