WARNING
~~ these exerpts may be graphic ~~
from CAPTAINS ALL
An age had passed since Taliesin had last kissed a man, and he expected to find Brenden's beard rough and bristling. Though coarser, his facial hair was nearly as soft as the tumbled locks the saeran threaded his hands into, bringing the man's mouth back to his own, showing him the depth of his desire, the heat of his passion. His tongue touched Brenden's lips and the man opened to him, drawing him in. So the desire is shared, he thought, the last coherent idea his mind could grasp before it was filled with baser urges.
from HIGH PLAINS ENCOUNTER
Though not frequent lovers, Torrin and Asheling had enjoyed each other's company over many years, and they each remembered the desires of the other, touching and being touched as though they had spent a lifetime together. There was a hunger in Torrin's kisses, an urgency in his caresses, and he drove Asheling to higher and higher levels of pleasure. He took the prince's organ deeply into his throat, fondling the heavy orbs in their soft-skinned sac. He sucked strongly, Asheling's hands tangled in his hair. He sensed the imminent explosion a moment before his mouth was filled with Asheling's seed, both salty and bitter on his tongue.
from WHEN IN ROME
As I took stock of the situation, I realized my head lay not on a pillow, but on a lean, hard-muscled chest, and the heartbeat I heard and felt was not my own. I felt arms encircling me, arms too long and too strong to be a woman's, and I knew the memories were real. Memories of hard, driven sex, interspersed with ecstatic releases, memories of strong hands as gentle as rain, of a hot cavern of a mouth that tasted as sweet as melon, and most vividly of a steel hard cock that filled me both body and soul.