He’s a fucking masterpiece. He’s filled out over the years—his sinewy muscles lightly defined in a way they didn’t used to be. I peruse his body, taking it all in greedily. “You are so beautiful, Luca.”
His chest flushes, and when I glance at his face, the pink is there as well. I start at his lips, kissing him over and over until he’s squirming and panting against my mouth, then I move to his jaw. I nip and suck at the skin, grazing my teeth along the defined line until he’s shivering and whimpering under my touch.
My cock is already throbbing, but honestly, it’s not even much of a thought. I have Luca in my bed, pliant and warm and ready under my lips, under my hands. My pleasure is secondary to that. Hell, thisismy pleasure.
He groans when I drag my lips along the underside of his chin, tilting his head back to give me better access. I suck on his Adam’s apple, dipping my tongue into the space beneath it, feeling the vibration of his moans against my lips.
I work my way down his body, covering each inch of his shoulders and chest with my lips, my tongue, and my teeth. When I reach his nipples, I pull each pebbled nub between my lips, roll my tongue along them, and bite down gently.
“Oh, God.” Luca jerks up. “That’s—oh, that’s…”
I smile against his skin, happy that he’s feeling good. That’s really all I want.
Moving lower, I abandon his nipples, choosing instead to run the flat of my tongue over each of his defined abs and then further down to the V that disappears into his waistband.
Hooking my fingers in the fabric, I glance up at him. “Luca?” He whines but lifts his head to look at me. “Can I take these off?”
“Yeah… uh-huh, yes—yeah.” The words are more breathy moans than anything else, but it’s all the permission I need.
I tug on the briefs, pulling them down when he lifts his hips to help me. His cock slaps against his stomach, head glistening with pre-cum.
Fuck. We let out simultaneous moans, and my mouth waters at the sight. I lean in and lick a stripe up his cock. Luca chokes on his breath, fingers instantly tangling in my hair.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” he chants, tightening his grip.
“You okay, baby?”
He whimpers, rocking his hips. “Yeah, it’s good—feels good. Haven’t… No one’s… Damien didn’t—” His words cut off on a low moan as I try to piece together what he’ssaying.
Damien didn’t go down on him? Why the fuck does that not surprise me? Uptight fucking bastard. Oh, well. That’s just one less negative thing I have to rewrite and one more amazing thing I get to offer Luca.
I close my lips around the head of his cock, swirling my tongue to collect the pre-cum. A moan works its way out of my throat at the way he tastes—salty and sweet and fucking amazing—and I can tell Luca feels the vibrations because he jerks, fisting his hands tighter in my hair.
Sliding my lips down his shaft, I breathe deeply through my nose, not stopping until he’s buried in my throat.
When the chants of “Oh God” start up again, I pull off, lapping at his head.
The proof of his pleasure is almost more than I can take, and my cock throbs with every sticky burst of pre-cum that lands on my tongue. I swallow him down again, burying my nose in his trimmed pubes.
He’s damn near trembling now, fingers flexing over and over, and the sting of it against my scalp is its own form of ecstasy.
“Austin,” he whimpers, so I look up at him to make sure he’s okay. He’s thrashing his head back and forth, a flush crawling up his throat. God, he’s so fucking gorgeous.
I bob my head, taking him to the back of my throat over and over, living for the way he shakes and groans and rocks his hips.
He’s close; I can tell, and I want nothing more than to tip him over the edge. To swallow him down and watch him fly. I double down, hollowing my cheeks and dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Close. Oh, holy shit, fucking close,” he chokes out, yanking hard on my hair like he’s trying to pull me away.
I shift, reaching a hand between us to cup his balls, rolling them between my fingers as I work his cock. They tighten in my hand seconds before he cries out, his body going taut as the first jet of his cum lands on my tongue.
I swallow just in time for the next, watching his head jerk back and forth and his chest heave as he shoots rope after rope of cum onto my tongue.
He’s soft and shivering, just on the edge of overstimulation, when I finally stop sucking. After pulling off his cock, I climb up his body, then hover over him. “Can I kiss you?” I ask softly, smiling at the floaty expression in his eyes.
“Yeah,” he breathes, lips turning up in a small smile.
Closing the space between us, I press my mouth to his, tasting the sweet contentment on his lips. “See, that’s how it should have been from the start,” I whisper, lips grazing his. “That’s how it should always be.”
