Clan Chiefs

Storm ended their kiss, his aqua gaze hot with desire. Flame could feel something hard and warm pressed to his thigh. Storm braced himself above Flame on his hands and knees and gazed down at him. "Don't you think you might be a just a tad over dressed for the occasion?" he asked. A perfectly wicked smile gave a sexy curve to his lover's mouth.

Flame smirked at him. "It's very difficult to remove clothing when being tossed onto beds and kissed. But as you're being nice to me I'll consider undressing, unless you'd like to do it."
The wicked smile transformed to a downright evil grin. His lover gripped his vest and hauled him to a sitting position. Still favoring him with that too sexy look, Storm stripped Flame's vest off and tossed it aside.

He lowered his head until his lips brushed Flame's ear. He whispered, "Do you know what I'm going to do with you, once you're naked?"

Flame tipped his head to one side and pretended to think about Storm's question. Then he smiled as he thought about what he wanted. "At a guess I'd say you're going to kiss every inch of my body."

"And I repeat, you're over dressed for the occasion." Storm gripped Flame's shirt and tugged it off over his head without even bothering to unlace it. The shirt too went sailing across the room and vanished behind a piece of the furniture.

Storm grinned. "Look what I found, some nice kissable skin," Storm murmured huskily, voice tight with lust. He pushed Flame down on the bed and set his mouth to Flame's pale flesh, starting at the point beneath his ear and working his way downward. The kisses turned to gentle nips, which alternated as Storm worked his way along Flame's neck and shoulders.