“It’s scary.”
A soft chuckle spilled from Xavi’s lips, then he nodded. “It is.”
Then, before he realized what he was saying, Lulu confessed his deepest, darkest, ugliest secret. “Everyone leaves.”
Xavi’s features immediately softened, and a wet sheen coated his soulful eyes. “I know it feels that way,mano.”
“You never do, though. You’re always here when I need you. Always.” Something that looked a lot like regret moved through Xavi’s eyes, then it was gone again, once again replaced by that softness.
“You’re always there for me, too.” Xavi tightened his hold around Lulu’s shoulder, pulling him closer against him.
“I’ll never leave,” Lulu whispered, their mouths so close now, their lips almosttouching.
“I’ll never leave either.” Xavi pressed his lips gently against the corner of Lulu’s mouth, dried toothpaste sticking to his lips. Lulu leaned into the kiss, feeling Xavi’s lips slide across his, then his tongue searching, probing, as it begged for entrance. Lulu opened his mouth, dipping out his tongue, allowing Xavi inside. Cushiony and warm, Xavi’s tongue found his, a deep groan leaving his chest, as his other arm reached back and wrapped around Lulu’s waist. Mirroring the thrust of his tongue, Xavi’s hips moved against Lulu’s, the outline of his hardness bearing witness to his clear arousal. Humming into Lulu’s mouth, Xavi was suddenly everywhere, his scent, the warmth from his body engulfing Lulu.
“Xavi,” Lulu moaned into Xavi’s mouth, his own hips shooting forward, lust burning through him. Eager fingers tugged at the hem of his shorts as Xavi struggled to pull, to tear them down his body.
“Fuck,” Xavi gritted. “What are these? Fucking chastity shorts?”
“No,” Lulu snorted. “But there’s a string,” he teased. “You know what a string is, don’t you,oso?”
“Shut up,” Xavi growled, then started pulling at the string, untying it, before he, in one rough movement, which left Lulu’s head spinning, tore the shorts over his ass and down his thighs—all the way to his ankles. Then Xavi’s grinning face disappeared as he dropped to his knees in front of Lulu.
“Wha—Oh my fucking gawd!” Lulu’s voice morphed into a whine as Xavi, with no warning, buried his face against Lulu’s inner thigh, teeth digging into his skin. It was just a graze, not a full bite, but it was so unexpected and… such a possessive gesture that Lulu’s entire world tipped on its axis, and he felt himself falling. Only Xavi’s strong hands were there, holding him up, clasped firmly around his thighs. “You… you bit me.”
Xavi glanced up at him through hooded lids, his thick eyelashes fanned out against his skin, his eyes dark, near black, a wicked smile curling along his lips. “I did.” The blush deepened, spreading like crimson watercolor down Xavi’s neck.
“Why?” Lulu panted, still feeling like he was in free fall.
“Because I wanted to,” Xavi shrugged, his blunt fingers digging into Lulu’s thighs, the imprint of his teeth burning their way into Lulu’s skin.
“Okay.” Lulu nodded because what the fuck could you say to something like that other thanokay? What the fuck did you say to the guy you desired more than anything when he admitted so plainly, so honestly, that he bit your thigh because he wanted to? While he was on his goddamn knees for you.
“Okay?” Xavi lifted a brow, his lips slightly parted.
“Yeah, yeah. It just took me by surprise, is all.” Lulu carded his fingers along Xavi’s buzzed head. “Are you gonna do it again, or are you just gonna sit there,oso?”
Something dangerous moved through Xavi’s eyes. “Only if you ask me nicely.”
“Wha—what?” Heat nipped at Lulu’s skin, like that of a sunburn.
“Ask meto.”
“I’m not gonna fuck—” he protested as Xavi moved to get up. “Okay, okay, wait. Just fucking wait, okay?” Wiping his hands along his face, Lulu groaned into his palms. No one had ever askedhimto askthemfor something. People, lovers, had always just taken from him, in a wordless tangle of limbs and a detached exchange of bodily favors. No one had ever cared about whathewanted or given it a second thought to ask him. And now Xavi was. While he was still on his knees for him.
“Please,” Lulu’s voice shook. “Please do it again.”
Tender amusement moved through Xavi’s eyes, and if Lulu wasn’t mistaken, relief too, and it dawned on Lulu that, as well as they knew each other, this was foreign territory for both of them. They may know each other as best friends, but knowing each other as lovers—because that was what they were becoming—was something else entirely.
“Your wish is my command,cisne.” Xavi winked, then buried his face back against Lulu’s thigh, his tongue swiping along the imprint of his teeth, and once again, Lulu found himself suspended in the air, in freefall, like an acrobat hanging from a swing, just about to lose his grip.
Tipping his head back against the cool bathroom tiles, Lulu closed his eyes and surrendered. What did it matter if he was in freefall? Xavi would catch him, wouldn’t he? He always did. He was his safety net. His buffer against a world that Lulu didn’t always understand but tried to navigate as best as he could. It was a hundred times easier knowing Xavi was there.I’ll never leave, their mutual promise coursed through Lulu, along with his building arousal.
Xavi continued to nip at his skin, then licked across it, his broad tongue raspy against Lulu’s sensitive inner thighs.
“So fucking delicious.” An edge of possessiveness clung to Xavi’s voice, and Lulu could almost imagine Xavi adding amine. “Fuck, I love how you taste.” A succession of grunts spilled from Xavi’s lips, then he moved, nuzzling his nose into Lulu’s groin, burying his entire face against the black curls surrounding Lulu’s cock. Breathing him in, Xavi’s hands dug into his ass cheeks, pinning him to the spot. “Shit, you smell so fucking good,cisne.” Xavi immersed himself against the root of Lulu’s cock like he wanted to disappear inside his body for good, and if it hadn’t been for Xavi’s solid grip around his ass, Lulu surely would have melted into a puddle ofDulce de Luluon the bathroom floor.
“Can I taste you?”
