<div class="floatleft">(https://farm6.staticflickr.com/5778/31100568312_e8256e5b52_m.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Benjamin Holloway<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Medical Doctor<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Aug. 1st, 3pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Private Yacht<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tropical Print Board Shorts, White Tank Top, Unbuttoned Short Sleeve Ocean Motif Tropical Shirt,<del>Sunglasses</del><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Emmett<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Father/Son<del>Bonding</del>Foreplay?<hr/><br/>Emmett seemed to stop fighting Ben's encouragement to release his emotions.  For both good and bad, Ben held Emmett as the pent up emotions of the last few years started coming out.  The young man cried for a bit on his shoulder, and Ben did not let up on the gentle affections he placed with his hands and lips.  Several moments passed like this until it seemed Emmett had settled, hands still around his father, but Ben's kisses never let up.  They became incrementally more daring.  He'd kiss Emmett's cheek, his jaw down toward his lips, right on his earlobe, and it was after one of these particularly intimate kisses that he felt a hand slip from around him.  It had slipped into his unbuttoned shirt, landing on the tank top that hugged his chest and slid upward until the fingertips crept over the edge and onto warm flesh and that dusting of dark hair he had.  The hand had pulled back quickly as if to rethink the action, but Ben still held Emmett.<br/><br/>He took a moment to process what he'd felt, perhaps a little in shock, but it wasn't a shock that told him to end it.  Rather, he wanted to go further.  He wanted to see if Emmett was feeling what he was.  That touch did not feel like one of loving affection from a son but rather a man in need.  Emmett continued his affections for a minute longer.  He said nothing, letting actions take over.  Ben thought there weren't words that could be spoken to convey the need they both felt.  They just had to go with it, and Ben took another step in that direction.  He adjusted, pulling them closer with an arm that slid down Emmett's back to just above his rear.  Their bodies moved into further contact, chest, abdomen, and now crotch crushing together.  It was then that he felt Emmett was not without evidence of his enjoyment or need.  Perhaps he was feeling the same thing after all.<br/><br/>Ben became more daring, more forward in his actions.  The hand just above Emmett's rear slid until fingers began to feel the curve of those mounds under the coral shorts Emmett wore.  His lips became brave, slowly surrounding the lobe of Emmett's ear he had kissed before.  A light nip tugging it before he sucked for a moment and released.  The older man followed this up with the ultimatum that would ultimately decide how their relationship would continue.  "Tell me you want this or tell me to stop?"  Ben said, his tone firm, almost like the same he'd used when Emmett was a teen.  He wasn't playing, and he needed to know.