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"I don't know why everyone keeps saying I'm into feet."
"Maybe if you didn't post many pictures about it..." The young man replied from where he was lying on the older man's hotel bed.
"Shut up."
"Make me."
Thomas wiped the grin off his face by capturing his mouth in a kiss. He liked how the young man responded to his teasing.
His hands wandered on Matthew's body, looking for the spots he had learned got the best reactions.
He'd succumbed to a drunken night together in a hotel room during one of the press events, and even when he knew how wrong it was of him, he couldn't help himself. The young starlet had become someone close to him and now that they were back on the road promoting the new seasons, they had fallen into bed together again.
As the young man straddled his hips to give him a show taking off his shirt, he dragged his hands on the linen covered legs he liked grabbing.
Matthew kissed him again after, and moved his hands to his back, so Thomas could get underneath what he was wearing. When his moans got louder, the older man knew it was time to change positions, so he pushed the brunet and then he was on top. He used the motion to start dragging the younger man's pants down his legs.
When the only clothes left to remove were the colorful socks he always wore, Thomas looked Matthew in the eye. The young man was already staring at him with a smirk forming on his face.
"Come on, dirty old man, that's what gets you off, right?"
Thomas didn't answer, but Matthew saw his nostrils flare slightly, and if he'd learned anything from the countless hours of being the person portraying a profiler in a TV show was the tellings a body could show.
"I take very good care of my feet. I always moisturize them and I get pedicures regularly. Maybe next time you could come with me."
The older man didn't move.
"My feet are baby soft, so buttery, why don't you touch the soles? I bet they would feel amazing against your rugged hands." His voice was tempting the other man because the tone he used was like he was explaining something so menial.
Thomas hooked his thumbs on the socks and pulled them off. Matthew kept his legs in the air, playfully wiggling his toes.
"Don't you want to touch them?"
"You're ridiculous."
"You're not saying no," he raised an eyebrow, "come on, I won't judge."
The man didn't say anything but when his hands gently caressed his smooth calves, Matthew smiled at him.
“That’s it.”
Thomas dragged his hands on the skin and with his thumbs he traced the soles of the younger man’s feet. He hadn’t broken eye contact
at all. His other fingers caressed the bridge and then he touched the toes. Matthew kept holding his legs up, moving them closer to the older man’s chest, resting them on it.
“So?”
“So what?”
“Would you like to have fun with these or are you going to be a prude about it?”
“You are not serious, Matthew.”
“Thomas, I am completely serious, man. I’m game if you are.”
The silence in the room went on for a few seconds but then Thomas smiled at Matthew and the brunet knew it meant they would have fun.
Thomas switched places with him and reclined on the pillows, letting the brunet take charge for the moment.
The younger man grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and dropped it close to him. He pulled on Thomas' pants, dragging his boxers down too, and licked his lips to tease the older man. He noticed his cock starting to chub and he had plans.
He threw the clothes without looking away from the man and climbed up on him, to kiss him again and slide down his body. His mouth teased the older man's nipples before sliding down his navel and teasing the tip of his cock with his tongue. He knew the man liked that. It usually ended with Thomas grabbing his head and almost chocking him on his cock but both enjoyed it so it was fair game. However this time he wanted to get him hard enough for what he'd planned on doing.
When he saw Thomas' hands moving, he leaned back and smirked at the pout. He grabbed the lube and poured a good amount on the man's hard cock and then he sat back, moving so his feet were close to his lover's groin.
He stared and smiled at the man as he poured the lube on his feet. The sensation was not unpleasant but it tickled. He used a hand to smear the lube on his soles and the other on Thomas cock. It was hot to the touch and being honest, Matthew could admit the man had not been that hard ever.
When his soles made contact with the older man's cock, both were sweating and hypnotized on it. Thomas clenched his hands on the sheets and let out a pleased moan while Matthew hissed with the scorching heat he felt on his skin.
He observed the man’s body relaxing on the bed, though his hips were instinctively bucking up into the soft space. Matthew knew he had to be careful, so he slowly moved his feet up and down, keeping his toes clenched together. The stickiness of lube and Thomas’ precum was making him hard, his unattended cock twitching.
The older man had his eyes closed, his hips kept moving in tandem with Matthew. It was a completely different feeling and while he wouldn’t ever say it out loud but he really liked it. His breathing was heavy and he knew he wouldn’t last long.
“I knew you were hiding something,” Thomas stared at Matthew’s grin, “I’m not judging, I just like it.”
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“Be careful with your words, sir.” Matthew dragged an arch over his cock and Thomas almost shot up the bed.
His young lover’s laugh didn’t bother him as much.
“Don’t worry, you can let go.”
Matthew teased a bit more, simulating penetration. He wanted to reach out and play a bit more into stimulating other parts but they would do it another time. He could feel the change of feeling when Thomas’ hip bucked erratically and then he saw the man’s cock pulsate to orgasm, the string of cum coming out looked so lewd that it hurt his groin. The gooey strings landed on his feet, making a mess with the lube. He could definitely feel the heat and every twitch where Thomas’ cock started softening. The man had his eyes closed, looking relaxed and content with what had happened.
The brunet kept his feet in the same position for a few seconds and then softly moved them away, not caring about putting them on the sheets. It wasn’t his room anyways.
“You good?”
“Thank you. I mean it.”
Matthew smiled at Thomas’ tired grin.
“It’s good karma to help the elderly.”
“Brat.”
“That I am.”
He moved around the bed so he was lying next to the older man, and took one of Thomas’ hands in his own, wrapping it around his still hard cock.
They had done it before. He liked the feeling of Thomas’ big hand around his cock so he sometimes used it instead of his own hand. It was fast, as the picture in his mind of what they’d done was so fresh. When his semen spilled into the older man’s hand, he took it to his own mouth and licked it clean, just to turn and messily kiss the man so they would share the taste of his own cum.
“I can’t go again so soon.”
“Don’t want you to.”
“The bed is disgusting now.”
“You’ll tip well.”
Thomas just huffed in response.