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Lazy day - Smut

Ive been checking my views on different stories and y'all go crazy whenever I post smut. You dirty animals.
Well, here you go!
You're welcome
- Amy
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"Good morning my baby." Jim kissed along the base of Freddie's neck as the Persian stirred, big brown eyes fluttering open, sparkling in the starlight. He looks like a god, Jim thought, so delicate and beautiful. I wish I could hold him close and never let him go.

"Morning, Aziz-am." Freddie nuzzled his nose into Jim's collarbone, wrapping his arms around the Irishman, gentle hands stroking his back and neck. Freddie had taken to using a Persian nickname on Jim, and he had yet to tell the Irishman what it meant.

"What does that mean? Aziz-am?" Jim inquired, holding the man below him by the waist. Freddie grinned and pressed a kiss to his jawline.

"It means my soul" Freddie ran his knuckles from Jim's temple down to the point of his jaw, looking at him with such adoration it made Jim want to cry. He knew how badly Freddie had been mistreated in the past, and he fell so deeply in love with Jim that it hurt sometimes.

Jim chuckled and ran a hand to Freddie's lower back, pulling him up effortlessly. Freddie shifted so he was in Jim's lap, and wrapped his arms around Jim's broad shoulders, just closing his eyes and breathing. Neither of them had to work today, and conveniently it was Valentine's Day, so they were able to just spend the day together.

Jim didn't intend on becoming erect; it was Freddie's doing, but that didn't mean he was angry about it. Freddie rolled his hips down on Jim's lap, biting his lip and staring into Jim's hazel eyes longingly. Jim growled and bit down on the temple of Freddie's neck. The Persian gasped and rolled his hips faster, becoming more and more desperate.

Jim gripped Freddie's waist and helped him to move more strongly, Freddie's slick soaking through his boxers and spreading over Jim's leg where the uncontrollably horny Persian rocked his hips down, panting softly, eyes fluttering closed. Jim just sat there and watched, his dick throbbing, rubbing against the persian's side as he thrust on Jim's thigh.

"Oh~ Jim... baby..." freddie whimpered, his precum smearing over the hem of his boxers, wetting them through and through. Jim reached a hand under the elastic of the shorts, resting his calloused hand on Freddie's ass. The Persian outright moaned at that, thrusts becoming erratic.

Jim easily lifted the Persian off his leg, earning a protesting whine. Jim shushed Freddie lovingly, kissing just under his ear. He gently pulled off Freddie's soaking boxers, letting his cock spring free. Freddie gasped at the feeling of the cool air hitting his lower region. As soon as his boxers were off, he resumed thrusting his hips up to make contact with Jim's toned stomach, that was still covered by a t-shirt.

Jim held Freddie's hips down with one strong hand playfully, but it just made Freddie bite his lip and groan hungrily. He had always had a thing for Jim's muscles - he couldn't help it, he loved a strong guy that could pick him up without effort. Jim took off his T-shirt but left his boxers on, wanting to tease Freddie before he got what he wanted.

Freddie closed his eyes and tossed his head back, revelling in the feeling of his husband's strong hand on his stomach. His eyes quickly shot open, however, when he felt his right leg being tossed over Jim's shoulder.

"What are you- OHHH." Freddie was cut off by a loud moan as he felt Jim's rough tongue against his entrance. He clutched the blankets and whined high in his throat as his lover teased his hole with the hot air of his mouth. Jim moved his tongue in expert circles around Freddie's rim, earning a desperate beg from the horny, longing Persian.