He swallowed around Donny’s cock, hungry for it. He sucked and licked at Donny’s dripping slit until he pushed Roland off him. They both fell back, their breathing erratic and shallow.
Donny propped himself up on his elbows again, his cock now lying soft and plump against his thigh. He looked at Roland and his eyes widened. “Don’t move.” He jumped off the chair and stumbled when he tried to right his legs beneath him.
“What?” Roland asked, confused.
“Don’t move. Don’t move. Please don’t move.”
And Donny was gone, darting off inside the penthouse and running down the hallway toward the studio. He was back quickly, and he slid onto the end of the chair with his sketchbook in his hand. He didn’t take his eyes off Roland as he flipped to a new page, then propped it up on his knees and started to draw.
Roland felt his cheeks heat with embarrassment and he tried to look away without moving.
“I wish I had colored pencils because your cheeks are fucking beautiful right now,” Donny said to him as his hand furiously moved across the page. He only took his eyes off Roland briefly to check placement of something on the page before he looked back up, his eyes dancing over every inch of Roland’s face.
Roland didn’t move except to breathe and he allowed himself to be in this moment with Donny while his taste still overwhelmed his senses. The sun had set and Donny was still drawing, seemingly unaware of the passing of time, completely absorbed in Roland.
Finally, Donny dropped his pencil and held his sketchbook up. Roland watched Donny’s eyes shift between the book and his face. A smile quirked at the corner of Donny’s lips and he lowered the book and shifted his weight so he could crawl up Roland’s body.
“Kiss me,” Donny said, and Roland did, opening his mouth easily and letting Donny’s tongue leisurely explore. Donny moaned against Roland’s lips. “I taste myself,” he murmured.
“I taste you,” Roland replied just as he recognized a hint of jasmine mix with the flavors already dancing in his mouth.
Jasmine rice. Donny had been eating rice with his dinner, and Roland hadn’t. Roland wrapped his hand around the back of Donny’s neck and slid the other into his hair, forcing Donny’s mouth closer. Roland opened wider, and Donny met him, readily and eagerly returning the passion of the kiss with equal intensity.
Roland tasted the salt of Donny’s cum, and the spices from their dinner. He swiped his tongue through Donny’s mouth, searching for more. He finally found it, picking up a subtle taste that he couldn’t identify, but immediately knew to beDonny.
Roland tore their mouths apart, his breathing heavy and his fingers digging divots into the back of Donny’s neck. Donny’s eyes were laced with lust and confusion, but he squared his shoulders and attempted to catch his breath.
“What did you draw?” Roland finally asked. He loosened his grip on Donny’s neck and self-consciously clenched his hands into fists at his sides.
Donny’s face was flushed and his chest was still heaving. “You.”
He reached down for his sketchbook, which had fallen on the floor when Roland had lunged for him. Donny flipped it open and turned to a page in the back and handed it to Roland.
He looked down at the drawing and inhaled a shaky breath. He looked up at Donny and back down at the drawing. The man on the page looked relaxed and sated. He lookedat ease. He looked like Roland. HewasRoland.
“Well?” Donny asked softly. Roland looked up and Donny suddenly looked shy and unsure of himself, a stark contrast to the man who had no issues taking Roland in hand and taking his due.
“It’s me,” he choked out.
Donny smiled. “It’s you.”
Chapter 20
It's A Little Early
Donny pulledhis car up a familiar long driveway and put it in park then walked around to his trunk and unloaded nearly half a dozen boxes. He was back in Pasadena, with another awkwardly sized delivery for Richard Harrington.
“Do you need help?” Roland asked, unrolling the passenger window.
“Nope, I’ll be good. But if this guy snatches and kidnaps me, be sure to call the authorities.” Donny stacked the boxes, which were relatively lightweight on top of each other and leaned in the unrolled window for a kiss.
“What do you mean if you get kidnapped?” Roland asked.
“This guy is super weird. I’ve delivered here before.” Donny straightened and walked up to the porch. He rang the bell and waited. The door was opened by a barefoot man about Donny’s size who had a nervous and panicked look about him. He had disheveled black hair and eyes so brown they looked like chocolate. His eyes darted over Donny’s shoulder, then to Donny’s face. His mouth opened, but quickly snapped closed when Richard came around the corner and strode confidently to the front door, his shoes clacking across the floor.
Richard put a hand on the man’s shoulder, and he tensed slightly with the contact.
“Can you excuse us?” Richard asked, before closing the door in Donny’s face. He heard hushed voices before the door re-opened revealing Richard there alone.
