A Kiss is Just a Kiss. Not! by Viki Lyn
“Why is a sweet girl like you writing m/m erotic romance?”
I might not get asked this exact question but I see it in people’s eyes when they ask this question, a look of disbelief. Then the mask comes down, and I’m given a loopy confused smile.
“Ah, so how do you research the sex scenes?”
“What does your husband think of your books?”
Well, my man is supportive of my writing, no matter the genre. He may not read my stories but he gets some of the benefits of my research, so well, he’s not complaining!
I love writing m/m romance, and how two men can overcome their conflicting desires to find their HEA. It’s the romance that drives my stories and sex takes the passenger seat. While sex is an integral part of any intimate relationship, it’s not love. It can express the love two people feel for each other. But two people can have hot, wild passionate sex without this troublesome but necessary emotion getting in the way.
With that said, the rest of my post will focus on SEX. J
When I began to seriously consider writing m/m romance, I went to the local clean well lighted porno shop and purchased two gay sex manuals. The guy behind the cash register gave me a strange look, but he rang up the books and took my money. Then another author suggested buying GI Joe dolls (Rafe and Max) because they have movable joints! And boy, do they! I never knew that! If I have a sexual position I’m considering, but I’m doubtful it can be done, then I can use Rafe and Max to see if it works or not. Of course, it pays to have great editors who will scrutinize the sex scenes carefully, and point out any weird floating body parts. J
And of course, I stress ‘safe sex’ in my contemporary stories because it’s the responsible thing to do. I have two paranormal series, one series set in the late 1940’s so this isn’t an issue. My vampire books, both Kresniks and vampires are immune to all human diseases. I can get away with my men not using condoms.
There are many ways for two men to get off besides penetration that can be just as hot and sexy. In Out of Bounds, the first sexual encounter between Titan and Chandler is frottage: rubbing against someone while clothed or naked to the point of climax.
Titan is showing Chandler a piece of land he has for sale. It’s hot and when they come upon a pond, it’s too tempting to pass up. Titan strips to his briefs, jumps in. Then he urges Chandler to do the same.
Standing back, he kept his grasp on Titan’s hips. A warm sensation washed through him. A few inches taller, Titan was broader and a hell of a lot stronger. So different from Alan, who had a slender body, a flexible willow weed that bent but never broke.
But Alan wasn’t here with him. Titan was, and he was willing. Chandler tamped down the painful memories. He deserved a reprieve. Just one day where he could be happy without worrying about the outcome. This meant nothing more than what it was—two men getting it on, with no expectations.
“You’re beautiful.” Titan emphasized the word as he grazed his knuckles along Chandler’s cheek.
A flurry of butterflies fluttered in Chandler’s stomach. He nuzzled the sprinkle of chest hair and inhaled. The smell of sweat, river water, and cologne mingled into one erotic scent. His dick flared in reaction. He didn’t think he could get any harder.
Titan tasted his neck and slowly worked his way along the shoulder as his arm held Chandler possessively around the waist. The slight push to his back brought them closer. Titan’s nubs were so close to Chandler’s mouth. He sucked on one and released it as Titan gave sounds of encouragement. He licked around the nipple, the saltiness staying on his tongue. Then he went for the twin. He liked sucking and licking—nipples, cock. He rested his cheek on the firm chest and listened to Titan’s heartbeat.
Titan’s plea made Chandler smile, and he gently nipped the firm nub. This elicited a whimper, a sensual moan coming from such a powerful man.
Before Chandler knew it, his shoulder was gripped tight, and his collarbone attacked by the coach’s slick tongue. He yelped when Titan’s mouth reached his armpit. A weak spot already discovered. Then, swiftly, he was yanked into Titan’s arms. Engulfed in all that male flesh, he shivered despite the heat from their bodies. Taut muscles pressed gently into him, as if Titan held back his strength, not wanting to harm.
All his blood drained to his cock and balls. Teeth scraped his tender skin, and Chandler moaned, his legs shaking. Hot—his skin burned so hot, even though he was standing in several inches of cold water. He grabbed firm ass cheeks, bunching the fabric of Titan’s briefs in his hands. One rough push and Titan’s cock ground into his, creating an incredible ache. His heart raced as one of Titan’s hands supported his nape. Gently, Titan pulled Chandler’s head forward to bring their lips together in a heated kiss.
A kiss shouldn’t be this good. The friction unleashed a fire in his belly. His cock throbbed for more, and he set a gentle grind, then harder, rougher until they both grunted. Sweat dripped down his face and the back of his neck. He pressed forward, his head on Titan’s shoulder, his hands kneading that firm ass. His cock pushed against his boxers as it fought for freedom. Even this imprisonment excited him, the rough texture adding to the amazing sensations.
“Oh shit, it feels good.” His voice sounded faraway. He barely croaked out the sentence, losing himself in this man’s arms. It was crazy to feel this good—this soon—with a stranger.
The tight coil of lust unraveled and ripped apart his control. He groaned and rocked, milking his climax as it rolled over him in waves. Titan came seconds later, digging in his fingers in an almost painful grip. Chandler fell into a deep well of sensations, and when he opened his eyes, he was still in Titan’s arms.
In Last Chance, I have a shower scene featuring Aric (an almost vampire) fighting his lust. I used Aric’s blood lust as a catalyst for the sex scene between Stu and Aric that follows this scene:
His body ached, his hands shook, and it’d only get worse once he turned completely. His craving would consume any guilt he would feel. He’d cease to feel human emotions and become an empty shell of a man. Not a man at all—a creature feared and loathed.
He brought the underside of his arm to his mouth. The humming of his veins echoed in his ears. He bit down—hard.
A blissful pain shot through him. He smiled as his fangs sank deeper into his flesh. A needle-sharp point hit a vein. Red beads bubbled around the punctures. Not wasting a moment, he sucked the warm liquid, its life force nourishing his spirit. All his depression fell to the wayside, replaced by feelings of raw, unstoppable power.
Aric sucked harder, until his veins seized and the thick flow of blood trickled off into his mouth. He lifted his head, licking and swirling the sweet, metallic tang from his lips. As the taste hit his tongue, his body responded, his cock swelling, his balls pulling back. With his bloodlust eased, he now needed sexual release.
Aric tilted his head and sniffed, catching the scent of Stu through the walls. A heady craving to take Stu forcefully shocked him. He glanced at the bathroom door, wishing he’d locked it.
He let his sore arm dangle by his side. He licked the last drops of blood from his lips, his cock throbbing. He soaped his chest, letting the bar slick across his hardened nubs. Prickles of lust shot through his limbs as he slid the bar back and forth. His nipples were sensitive, and he scraped his thumbnail over the one pierced with a hoop. The rough touch made him jerk with pleasure.
He leaned back against the cool tile, and the shock of cold rubbed raw against the heat of his skin. One hand glided past his chest and his stomach and reached for the wiry curls nestling his cock. His other hand, soaped and ready, wrapped around the entire base. He squeezed his dick slowly as his thumb circled the head. Then he teased the slit with his finger, showering him in electric sparks.
His moan echoed across the room.
Too far gone to care what sounds he made, Aric began a rhythm of slow, easy strokes. The image of Stu floated in front of his eyes. He envisioned himself overpowering the jock with the skill of his mouth.
It was wrong…and horribly sexy.
Kissing is another way to build up the heat between two characters. No matter the gender, kissing is an intimate gesture. A kiss can be very loving or very demanding. Men can have hot, raw sex without ever kissing each other. I’m not sure about women and kissing. I know for me, when I wanted to be intimate, it had to start with a kiss. When I want to show a growing attraction between my two men I use the kiss. It’s a great way to convey their growing love for each other, and I love the visual image of two men kissing!
For Ryan, in Ryan’s Harbor, when Martin kisses him for the first time, he knows that his feeling go so much deeper for the man.
From his rear view mirror, he watched Martin pause, look up at the sky and then back down, before resuming his walk. He was surprised when Martin stopped suddenly and turned. He came around to Ryan’s side of the car and tapped on the window.
Ryan rolled down the window and Martin peered in, his eyes glittering green and catlike in the dark. “I forgot. I need your input on the final details of the atrium. Let’s meet in a couple of days at my office. There are some issues we need to consider.”
Ryan couldn’t help but stare into those feral eyes. They seemed to hypnotize him. “Ah, sure. The atrium, right.”
“Are you okay?”
He forced a smile. “Yeah, just tired.”
Martin tilted up Ryan’s chin and stared down with all seriousness. “Christ, I’m a fool.”
Without apology, Martin took Ryan’s mouth prisoner with a hot, earthy kiss full of fire. Ryan’s heart drummed in his chest; he was too stunned to react. He let Martin’s tongue explore freely, expertly drawing out their breaths. The moist tip of Martin’s tongue licked across his lip, his teeth nipping and sucking, teasing the seam of his mouth. Strong hands gripped his hair and held him steady as the crafty tongue invaded his mouth. Their tongues met and a bitter taste of beer hit the back of his throat.
Fuck, the man can kiss!
This brought up images of what else Martin was capable of doing with that experienced mouth. This is what he’d wanted since Martin had stepped foot into Fantasy Arts.
Ryan’s world blurred around him. He circled his arms around the warm neck and kissed back. He reached for Martin’s firm shoulders but didn’t push him away. Unable to reason why, he parted his mouth for more.
Ryan’s cock swelled in his jeans. making it uncomfortable to stay still. What was Martin trying to do to him? All his senses were firing on red alert. His groin burned, his dick was rock hard. And then reality crashed over him. He was kissing a gay man who expected more.
He pulled back and disengaged from those strong arms, straightened his shoulders and tried for a sense of decorum. He had no right to be angry, not when he’d fantasized about kissing Martin all night.
Martin stumbled back and held up his hands. “Sorry…man, sorry…it won’t happen again. Too much beer…it meant nothing…forget it.”
Ryan stared back, not sure what to say or do. Forget it? He didn’t think so. It meant something. Before he could answer, Martin jumped into his Jeep and peeled out of the parking lot. Trying to catch his breath, Ryan watched as the tail lights faded out.
Wound too tightly for any kind of logical thought, he remained in his Porsche and tried to unscramble his brain.
Ah, the first kiss! And, what if the man attempting to kiss you on the mouth is your sworn enemy? Corbin fights off his lust for the vampire in this next scene:
Why wasn’t Johan biting him? Draining him? Destroying him?
His heart was ready to leap off a cliff. There was no place to set his hands except on the slopes of those muscular shoulders. He fought down the urge to hang on tight, to press in closer. He gritted his teeth as lust burned throughout his body.
A kiss met Corbin’s neck. He stole a glance at Johan.
Johan’s voice was smoky. “I could no more kill you than kill myself.”
Kisses left a moist trail from Corbin’s neck to his mouth. He twisted his head aside, refusing to let Johan taste his lips. The tantalizing mouth was so near his own Johan’s soft breath made him dizzy. Deep within him, a longing stirred. It pulsated through his veins, his adrenaline spiking. Corbin’s inner voice screamed to get away from the fiery sensations consuming his body.
Putting all he had into it, he pushed Johan back. He scrambled around the strix, keeping out of the vampire’s reach. His heart raced as he took in Johan—hair streaming down his shoulders, stormy eyes hot with passion—a handsome, infuriating, utterly sexy male.
Johan stalked toward him. “You think you can resist me?”
Corbin’s hands trembled in rage, all his pent-up tension wrapped tightly around his heart. The damn conceit of the man. “Stay away.”
Sex scenes are fun, and add spice to a story. But love is even better! That’s why I write romance and read it. We all want to believe in the happily ever after, or at least come close to it!
Thanks so much for letting me post today – happy reading!
Fighting Chance: Kresnik vampire slayer, Corbin Hamilton, has vowed to avenge his father’s death and kill the prince of the Red Serpent clan. Instead, he’s stuck with guard duty for vampire Johan Maier who is becoming human, thanks to a new serum. What’s worse, the sexual attraction between him and his prisoner is getting harder to ignore.
Johan Maier’s chance to regain his humanity is a dream come true. If he only he could get Corbin to trust him, they would have a chance at love. Yet, his vampire powers are getting stronger instead of weaker, his blood markers morphing into something that isn’t quite human.
As Corbin hunts the prince, Johan insists on aiding him. He secretly vows to protect Corbin even if it means his death.
Sexy men, conflicting desires, tender moments…
Rainbow award winner, Viki Lyn is a successful writer of sexy gay romance. Sparked by a keen interest in yaoi, also known as Japanese Boys Love manga, she began her own love affair with gay romance. After reading and collecting whatever she could get her hands on, she wrote her first m/m romance in 2006. Her stories are an eclectic mix but it is always the romance that drives the story to its final happily-ever-after. Her current book, Out of Bounds, has received stellar reviews for realistically depicting the hardship many gay people experience when coming out. Fighting Chance has been just released and is the second book in her vampire series, the first book, Last Chance a ARE bestseller!
A native of California, Viki travels the world in search of inspiration but calls Arizona home. She shares her beautiful adobe home with her wonderful husband and favorite man (fictional or real).
Favorite Movies: When Harry Met Sally, Something’s Gotta Give, Latter Days, Lord of the Rings, Star Trek, Sense and Sensibility, North and South
Favorite color: Red
Astrological signs: Aries with Cancer moon and Virgo rising