“I am nervous, though,” he added with a lopsided smile.
Andy pressed his palms against Leonidas’s chest and pushed him back. He bumped the crooked wooden dresser with his ass and reached down to brace himself so he didn’t crash into the mirror.
“This reminds me of something we talked about before.”The glint in Andy’s eyes was utterly deviant, and Leonidas swallowed thickly, watching the gears turn behind those light amber irises.
“Oh?”
“All the time,” Andy said roughly. “That’s what you wanted.”
“What about what you want?” Leonidas rasped.
“You.” Andy curled his fingers into Leonidas’s chest. “Every day.”
“As many days as we can,” he corrected, and this time instead of shuttering, Andy’s expression softened, then he smirked.
“No.” Andy shook his head. “Every day. We don’t need to be physically together to be together.”
“Oh,” Leonidas puffed out the reply on a gasp.
“Is that still what you want?” Andy angled his head to the side in question, and he waited.
Leonidas’s heart was firmly stuck in his throat. Of course this was what he wanted. This was what he’d secretly hoped and waited so long for—to have Andy—and this felt almost too much. He didn’t trust it, didn’t know how to allow it. Words escaped him, and he gaped open-mouthed at Andy, whose hand slid down his front and behind the waistband of his black jeans.
Andy grabbed him, a rough and owning grip around his flaccid cock that had Leonidas’s back bowing from the surprise of his touch.
“Is it what you want?” he repeated.
“Yes,” Leonidas panted, “yes, Sir.”
“Then it’s what you’ll get.” Andy loosened he zipper of Leonidas’s pants to give his hand more room, then he began to jack Leonidas off in earnest. His touch wasn’t cruel, but even as the fire in his eyes burned, his touch was detached. It was a cold and skillful jerk of his wrist repeated over and over and over that had Leonidas panting pleas and obscenities in Greek, and when his orgasm was right there, just out of reach, Andy stopped.
A sob ripped out of Leonidas’s mouth and he gripped the edge of the dresser to stop himself from falling. He blinked down, focusing on his cock, poking out of his underwear. The tip glistened red and shiny from his arousal, and Andy raised his hand, licking Leonidas off his palm.
“My family can be a bit much,” Andy said. “Even for me. Coming back after being gone for a year was a lot.”
Andy grabbed him again, picking up the same rough assault on Leonidas’s erection as before.
“That’s family,” he countered through gritted teeth.
“I know.” Andy shrugged, every pull of his wrist taking Leonidas closer again to the edge.
“I’m close,” he said.
“I know. Tell me when.”
“When,” Leonidas answered immediately, every muscle in his body tightening for the fate he knew he was about to be met with.
As expected, Andy’s touch was gone, but his mouth was there. Hot against Leonidas’s lips, swallowing down his agonized cries for release. When his noises turned to whimpers, Andy pulled back. His face was flushed and his lips looked kiss swollen, and Leonidas wanted to kiss him again.
Some more.
Forever.
“I don’t want you to let them overwhelm you,” Andy told him, leaning close. His hand once again touched Leonidas’s burning hot erection, curling into a fist around the base of his shaft. “I want to make sure you can think about what’s important.”
“What’s that?” he managed to ask.
“Me,” Andy answered simply, jacking Leonidas again right to the edge.
