“I want to be with you,” Andy choked, and Leonidas let go of his cock and lifted his hands. He felt up Andy’s chest until his hands cradled Andy’s chin, fingers pushing into the hollows of his cheeks.
“More than that, yes?” Leonidas whispered.
“Jesus, fuck.” Andy pressed a quick, rough kiss against Leonidas’s mouth. “Don’t move.”
He ran to the table, narrowly avoiding tripping over the pile of his discarded clothes. He grabbed the lube, the condom, and the towel, wiping his fingers off as he closed the space between them.
When he reached Leonidas, he pulled the knot in the rope loose, and before it hit the floor, Leonidas’s hands were on him, scratching and digging and pulling, and Andy reached up, tearing off the blindfold to reveal Leonidas’s hot and hungry stare.
“I’m going to move now,” Leonidas growled, spinning Andy and slamming his back into the wall. He pulled the condom out of Andy’s hand and tore it open, reaching down between their bodies and rolling it down the length of his cock. He grunted, muscles tightening against Andy’s body as he touched himself, then he grabbed the lube and squirted, coating his cock, his hand, their stomachs, and the floor.
Leonidas bent at the knees and reached down, tucking his hand behind Andy’s balls and seeking out his ass. Two slippery fingers pressed at Andy’s hole, pushing in with ease. Andy’s muscles tensed and softened, and he allowed himself to be impaled by those two, thick fingers.
“I’m ready,” he panted, fighting to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head. “I got ready before.”
“You’re a deviant.”
Leonidas pulled his fingers out and shifted around, and Andy felt the slick press of Leonidas’s latex covered cock against his entrance. His arm wrapped around Andy’s waist and he hauled him up, giving himself a better angle, then he was there, pressing in and stretching.
Words escaped Andy.
His vision whited out as Leonidas’s cock pushed deeper inside of him, pulling him apart and putting him back together with every inch he inserted. Fully settled, Leonidas dragged his nose along Andy’s cheek, and Andy crashed their mouths together. Leonidas held him, in those strong and tanned arms, and he started to move, taking Andy’s whimpers into his mouth and fucking him into the wall.
Andy wrapped his legs around Leonidas’s waist, his head thumping against the paint-splattered plaster as he embraced the way it felt to be so thoroughly plundered and fucked.
Leonidas slowed his thrusts, sliding his mouth across Andy’s face to his ear. He nipped and sucked at Andy’s earlobe, drawing shivers and tremors out of his core.
“You tell me now,” Leonidas said roughly. “Where is the best place you’ve ever been?”
“You know the answer,” Andy grunted.
His cock was smashed between their stomachs, the friction torture and pleasure all at the same time.
“You’re handsome like this,” Leonidas said, before uttering something in Greek and sinking his teeth into Andy’s neck.
Leonidas pulled away from the wall and Andy grabbed him, wrapping his arms around his neck. Their bodies were slick with drying paint and sweat, and Leonidas carried him to the table, shoving the towel and the charcuterie out of the way. He unceremoniously dumped Andy onto his back, then gripped his knees, spread him wide, and drove himself home.
Andy fisted his cock and jacked himself as Leonidas crushed their bodies together. Andy dragged his hand up Leonidas’s chest, tangling his fingers into the sticky hair that peppered his sternum. He could feel the steady thrum of Leonidas’s heart behind his ribs, and he fought back his orgasm, not ready for this moment to end.
This moment in all of its perfection was fleeting and forever at the same time, and like a flash of lightning, he heard Leonidas’s words in his head again.
For a moment.
A moment.
A moment.
“I’m going to come.” Leonidas’s shoulders hunched forward and his hips jerked wildly.
“Go,” Andy rasped, tightening his hand and wringing his own orgasm out of his balls. It hit him like an earthquake, and he arched off the table, a pained shout tearing out of his mouth.
Leonidas bent down and sealed their lips together, mirroring Andy’s grunts and groans. Andy could feel Leonidas’s cock thicken, could feel the way his muscles pulsed as he filled the condom. It was too much and everything, like it had been in Paris when it had been so much less.
Andy scrabbled his fingers around Leonidas’s back and pulled their chests together, his cum now smearing with the sweat and paint, but he held Leonidas, burying his face into the other man’s neck as his breathing came back to him.
“There you are,thiriodamasti mou,” Leonidas spoke softly against the top of Andy’s head. “If that’s how you ask questions, we can play this game anytime.”
Andy managed a laugh, and Leonidas helped pull him until he was sitting. He grabbed the wine and poured a healthy swallow down his throat. He gasped for breath and took another drink, and then Leonidas took the bottle from him.
