Andy turned sharply, his nostrils flaring. “So you’re here for a sendoff?”
“Our days have always been limited. I just want us to enjoy them.”
Andy looked conflicted. Leonidas could see his emotions warring on his face, and Leonidasknew, because he felt all of it in his own chest. How could he be so pulled to a man he knew nothing about, how could hewantso fucking much? But how could his desire to lick every inch of Andy’s skin ever compete against Leonidas’s need to travel, to touch, and taste, and see all the things of the world that he wanted?
In silent answer, Andy reached behind his head and grabbed his shirt, pulling it up and over. He tossed it onto the floor and held his arms down at his sides with his palms slightly upturned. Leonidas knew the look, understood the pose. It was as much of an invitation as he was going to get.
He surged forward, grabbing the back of Andy’s neck with a tight hold and slamming their mouths together. The kiss lifted Andy onto his toes and their bodies pressed together, Andy parted his lips and forced his tongue into Leonidas’s mouth.
The kiss was passionate, it was angry, it was heavy, and Andy’s fingers clawed at his shirt. Their mouths separated only long enough for Leonidas’s shirt to get pulled over his head and then their hot skin touched and Leonidas was on his back, on the bed, the cool white sheets pillowed around him.
“I want you so much,” Andy muttered into his mouth like a curse.
Leonidas reached down between them and pulled Andy’s cock out of his pants. He was already hard, the skin stretched tight around his erection, and Leonidas stroked him until Andy’s entire body trembled above him.
“I’m yours,” Leonidas answered him, pushing both of their pants down to their ankles. “For now.”
Andy’s breathing hitched, but he didn’t move away. He crashed their mouths back together, kissing Leonidas with more force, more desperation. Leonidas stretched his hand, making room for both of their shafts, but Andy shoved his hand between their bodies, pushing him out of the way.
Andy broke the kiss and pulled back, dropping his forehead against Leonidas’s chest. He breathed heavily, his entire body moving as he sucked in a breath, and Leonidas didn’t know what to do. He settled his hands on the smooth dip of Andy’s waist and waited for the moment to pass.
“Your mouth says one thing,” Andy finally said, sinking his teeth into the skin of Leonidas’s pectoral muscle and biting hard enough to draw a gasp out of his mouth. “But your body says another.”
“Maybe so.”
“I’ve had enough of your mouth.” Andy sat up and stared down. His focus was sharp and intense, and Leonidas shivered under the weight of it. “Your mouth lies.”
Leonidas found he didn’t have it in himself to argue, so he nodded in silent, slack-jawed agreement.
Andy dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth.
“I want to fuck it,” he growled.
Leonidas nearly came in the sheets.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Yes, Sir.”
13
Andy
Andy crawledup Leonidas’s exposed body and shoved his cock straight into the other man’s throat. Leonidas’s eyes welled with tears and it turned Andy on so fucking much. For as hard as it had been to walk out of his flat in Paris and not look back, Andy had earned the right to make Leonidas cry a little, and he was going to enjoy it.
Tears slicked down the sides of Leonidas’s cheeks toward his hairline and ears, and Andy shifted his position so he hovered over Leonidas’s face, then he eased lower, pushing the entire length of his cock into the other man’s mouth. Leonidas fought him at first, gasping and choking, his teeth grazing against the base of Andy’s cock, but when he realized Andy wasn’t going to pull out, he stilled. Leonidas quieted and changed his breathing from his mouth to his nose, and he blinked up at Andy with alert and clear eyes.
Andy’s whole body shook with restraint, and his hips pumped, tiny jerking motions allowing him to fuck the deepest part of Leonidas’s throat. Leonidas lay there and took it, his mouth, his eyes, all open for Andy. There was something again in Leonidas’s eyes and Andy didn’t know what it meant, but it spoke to him just the same.
How dare this man not understand that whatever frisson of want existed between them was special, was rare, and should be treated with care? How dare he let Andy walk away without a fight?
But he came back.
Andy’s balls emptied.
He barely felt the orgasm before it started, and his cock jerked, slamming against the roof of Leonidas’s mouth as he shot down his throat. He fell forward, bracing himself on the headboard as his body seized and released.
“Fuck.” He fisted Leonidas’s hair with his other hand and shoved his head against the pillows. “Fuck.”
Andy waited until the cum had leaked out of his cock, then he pulled himself out of Leonidas’s mouth and used the spit-slick head of his dick to wipe the tears away from Leonidas’s face. Leonidas closed his eyes, and Andy tightened his grip in Leonidas’s hair.
