“Yes,” Lulu gasped, nodding feverishly. “Sí, amor. Please.”
Xavi’s fingers dug deeper into his skin.
“Say that again.”
“Please.”
“No, the otherthing.” Xavi’s voice sounded strained, like he, too, was barely hanging on to his sanity.
“Amor.”
“Again.”
“Amor.”
“Fuuuck,” Xavi growled, then sucked Lulu’s cock down in one motion, tearing a silent scream from Lulu’s throat.
Everything after that happened way too fast for Lulu’s liking, but he had to put it down to the fact that no one had blown him in a while and that it was Xavi. Fuck, it was Xavi. It was Xavi’s lips wrapped around his hardness and Xavi’s tongue rubbing along the back of his cock, teasing that vein that wouldn’t stop throbbing. It was Xavi’s filthy and famished sounds that vibrated against Lulu’s skin and his dark, familiar eyes that stared up at him.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful like that,” Lulu whispered, his hands cradling his lover’s chin. Xavi hummed with approval, his lips stretched impossibly wide around the base of Lulu’s cock, a mix of saliva and precum sliding down his chin. “You take me so good,oso.”
Xavi blushed deeper, the pink blending so beautifully with his brown skin.
Lulu lost all track of time as what was probably just minutes spilled into an eternity of pleasure. An eternity with Xavi, the man he loved. Whom he’d always loved.Wouldalways love. Every time his cockhead hit the back of Xavi’s throat, Lulu thought he was going to come, to lose himself, but then Xavi swallowed around him, taking his arousal to an even higher level, his orgasm teasing him, escaping him. Then, Xavi’s hands moved toward Lulu’s crease, just barely dipping between his ass cheeks, the fingertips grazing the most sensitive part of him. He couldn’t wait for Xavi to fuck him—if that was his thing. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t. He’d take anything and everything Xavi was willing to give him. If all they ever did was sit next to each other and watch the grass grow, Lulu could be perfectly content with that.
Xavi’s fingers whispered along his crease, back and forth, back and forth, just a lightweight movement, but combined with the tightness of Xavi’s lips around his cock, and his dark eyes not leaving Lulu’s face for one second, it was enough to send Lulu soaring, his orgasm closing in on him.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned. “I’m gonna come.” Xavi nodded, making no attempt to pull away. “Can I come in your mouth?” His thrusts were becoming irregular, chasing that place where everything was just pure bliss and endless pleasure. Xavi nodded, sucking harder, the tips of his fingers probing at Lulu’s entrance, a faint promise of more. A promise that this was just the beginning.
And then Lulu lost it, only to find again when Xavi’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, and held him tightly against his solid chest, the sound of Xavi’s poundingheart racing right along with his own. Wet kisses covered his neck, his chin, his cheeks until they eventually found his lips, sticky and hot and tasting of himself. Shit, to taste himself on Xavi’s lips was fucking everything.
“Mi alma,” Xavi whispered against his lips. “That’s what you are.Mi alma, cisne.”
Tears pressed behind Lulu’s eyes, and as much as he tried to hold them back, he couldn’t. With a hiccup, he burst into tears, so overwhelmed by Xavi’s presence. His words were everything Lulu had ever wished for but had never dared hope could ever become a reality.
“Shhh.” Xavi continued to kiss him as Lulu’s climax still clung to his lips. “It’s okay. Please don’t cry.”
“I can’t help it.” Lulu sniffled as he wiped his face against Xavi’s T-shirt. A low chuckle spilled from Xavi’s lips before he pressed them against Lulu’s temple. “Just so you know, you’re mine, too,” Lulu mumbled against the softness of the cotton fabric. “My soul.”
Xavi froze against him. “Yeah?” Fingers wrapped around his chin as Xavi tipped his head, and their gazes connected. Lulu nodded.
“Of course you are. Always have been.”
“You have for me, too,cisne.” Xavi leaned his forehead against Lulu’s. “Fuck, we have to leave soon. And I just wanna stay here, all day, just…” A deep sigh left his chest.
“I know. Me too.”
It wasn’t until they’d packed their stuff and had scarfed down a quick breakfast and were sitting in the car heading down the I-80 that it dawned on Lulu that Xavi hadn’t come. Nodding toward Xavi’s groin, he laughed. “Shit,hermano, some fucking hookup I am. I just left you hanging.”
Xavi’s lips twitched, then a wicked gleam flickered in his coffee eyes.
“Later,” he hummed. “I’ll get my fill later.”
Shit, Lulu nearly lost control of the car right then and there, the tires swerving ominously on the snow-covered road. Who was this version of Xavi? So bold and assertive. So… fucking hot.
“And if you keep up with that hookup shit, you’ll earn yourself a fucking spanking too,cisne. You’re not a fucking hookup. I thought I’d made that clear.”
What the hell? Lulu tightened his grip around the steering wheel, focusing on the road ahead, which was now paved with the promise of delicious spankings and burning ass cheeks. Whimpering, Lulu shifted in his seat.
