Francis and Beauregard

Francis moaned as he kissed at Beau's skin firmly, whispering soft encouragements.

Beau moaned, tilting his head back and enjoying the thickness of his lover inside him. He shuddered and cursed softly under his breath before slowly lifting his hips again to start riding the man he sat in the lap of.

Francis pushed himself deep within Beau and moaned softly as he nuzzled his shoulder.

Beau moaned loudly, rocking his hips and pressing tender kisses to Francis' shoulders and neck as he continued moving, placing his hands lightly against the blonde's chest.

Francis moaned softly as he moved against Beau affectionately, gently placing his own kisses here and there against the other's revealed skin.

Beau moaned and leaned forward, kissing Francis' lips. By the time they reached the hotel, both were satisfied yet again and dressed. Beau grinned, tugging Francis out of the car and waving sweetly to the driver. The model turned his attention to his photographer. "So, still wanna take those risqué pictures of me, cher?" he asked deviously. "I'm sure you could make them hot even if I'm not completely naked."

Francis smirked slightly and nodded as he gripped the other's hand.
"Indeed, Cherie." The blonde purred softly.

Beau grinned and leaned up, lightly kissing Francis' cheek as he walked with him into the hotel towards the elevator that would take them up to the floor their suite was on. "Do you want me nude?" he asked, looking over at Francis as they waited for their floor. "Or do you want me in barely anything and then nude?"