“No, it’s not.”
His expression turns serious, and I kiss that beautiful mouth, tasting him, reveling in this moment of being so fucking close. It’s not just his ass that feels like it was made for me, but his mouth, his tongue, even his goddamn smell. I nibble at his jaw, tasting down his warm neck, worshipping his body.
“Okay, try to move,” he says. “A little.Verysubtly.”
I obey, extra cautious with my movements. He moans again, and I recognize that moan from the other times we’ve spent together. It’s not from pain. It hits my ears like a song, makes me even harder.
“Oh, you fucking liked that, didn’t you?” he asks, obviously feeling me swell in him.
“Fuck yeah.”
He begs for another thrust, and I give it to him. Then another.
His mouth drops open, and he gasps. As he rolls his head back, he places a hand on my chest, the other on my side, gripping on.
I ease my cock back and forth, opening that ass that he gave to me so willingly, enjoying every twist in his expression, every curse he utters as I slide against his prostate just right. When his body’s primed for me, I manage to make broader movements, picking up the pace, his ass gripping my shaft, massaging my cock. As we speed up, once again, I find myself lost in the passion. I’m not just fucking a body. We’re fucking each other’s souls.
In the short time we’ve known each other, we’ve shared more with each other than with anyone else. We know thosedarkest parts, and neither of us has turned away. In fact, he’s begged me to look at him. And when I look in those eyes, I don’t see judgment or fear. I don’t feel like a monster. Or maybe like it doesn’t matter if I am one, since he doesn’t give a fuck.
“Give it to me good,” he begs once we’re really going. Even when, despite how chilly the room is, we’ve worked up so much body heat that we’re both sweating.
I lean back, hook my arms under his thighs, and really give it to him, watching his body shift about beneath me. Precum beads from the head of his cock, dripping onto his abdomen. And I can’t help myself. Resting one of his legs down, I wipe my hand through it and have a taste.
Oh, it’s fucking heaven.
“Yes, this angle,” he says. “Just like this.”
Keeping his left leg in the crook of my arm, I grip his shaft in my right hand, now covered in my saliva, pumping him as I keep fucking. He locks eyes with me, moans again, and I drink it all up since I know this might be the last chance either of us ever has to really enjoy these bodies…this life. I lean over him, pistoning my hips as I jack him.
“Come on,” I say. “Come for me. I want to see you shoot all over these sexy abs.”
The thought, combined with watching how he’s writhing beneath me, is so overwhelming that I feel a jolt rush through me. I grit my teeth.
“Come on, I’m getting too close,” I warn him.
“Shoot in me first. I want it. Please, I want to shoot after you come in me.”
It’s like his desire pulls it right from me. There’s a rush, and my hips slam in quick succession against his ass. I call out, struggle to stifle the sound, as it’s like an explosion of sensation through me.
“Fuck yeah,” Alexei says, and I keep thrusting through my high, delirious in the sensation until I see him shoot across his abs. My body pushes me through a few more thrusts before releasing me from this primal state. I set his leg down, leaning over him, resting my forearms at his sides, offering kisses, my cock still buried inside him, his cum against my abdomen.
We exchange wet, tongue-filled kisses as we descend from the high, reveling in what we have left of the experience. Clinging desperately to this amazing thing while we still can. Just a few more moments where it’s only the two of us, existing outside our past and present…and definitely the future.
22
ALEXEI
Despite how nippyit is in here, Matteo’s body heat keeps me warm as he stays pressed against me, his cock wedged in my ass. Like when he almost went to grab lube, I want him to stay here, just like this, so I’ve got my arms wrapped around him, keeping him close.
He rubs his face against my cheek, offering a tender kiss before pulling back enough to gaze down at me. I lean closer, licking up his lips, and he crushes another kiss on me. He nibbles at my bottom lip, then pulls back.
“Let’s stay like this,” he says. “Let the world come crashing down around us.”
I know he’s not serious, but it’s a nice thought, and I allow myself to enjoy the fantasy. But it has to end, something I’m reminded of as he pulls out of me, nice and steady, with as much care as he took getting in. I’m a little disappointed but just glad that he stays on top of me.
He raises his hand to my face, rubs my temple with his thumb. “To think, I’ve seen you around for a year and a half and never even considered that you could do this to me.”
“Get you hard?” I ask playfully.
