Xavi sighed with palpable relief, then rubbed his hand across his face.
“I’ll never do anything you don’t want me to or that you’re not ready for. I’ll only ever treat your body with the respect it deserves.”
Xavi nodded, his face still hidden behind his hand, and Lulu realized that perhaps Xavi needed to hide there for a bit. Looking around the room for something to use as a blindfold, Lulu’s gaze connected with his purple scarf draped across the back of a chair.
“I’ll be right back,” he said as he eased off Xavi, who was still hiding behind his hand. “You still with me,mano?”
A muffled grunt was the only reply, and Lulu couldn’t help but chuckle. He was so fucking adorable, hisosito, as he lay there in all his fucking glory. But Lulu would make him see. If it was the last thing Lulu ever did, he’d make Xavi see himself through his eyes, see what he saw whenever he looked at Xavi.
Reaching the chair, Lulu quickly stripped himself naked, then grabbed the scarf. It wasn’t too thick, so it would be easy to tie around his head. Holding it between his fingers, he slowly walked back toward the bed. Xavi was no longer hiding behindhis hand, but his eyes were closed, worried lines carved into his forehead.Oh,amor, there’s no need to worry. I’ll fucking worship you.
“Open your eyes.” Resting his knee against the bed, Lulu begged, “Look at me.” Lulu wasn’t hard yet. He wanted Xavi to make him hard. He couldn’t wait to feel Xavi under him, to see him in all his nakedness, to feel him come undone.Thatwould make Lulu hard.
Xavi slowly blinked his eyes open, a shakycoñospilling from his lips when he took in Lulu’s nakedness.
“Here.” Lulu held out the scarf between them, then moved onto the bed, sitting back on his haunches. “Help me with this.” Xavi reached out and closed his fingers around the scarf.
“You sure about this?” Xavi licked his lips, his eyes drifting between Lulu’s face and the scarf.
“Yes. If you are.”
“No?” Xavi laughed. “But I’m curious, too,” he admitted, blushing, as renewed lust pooled in his eyes. Lulu smiled at Xavi’s honesty. It was sweet. He was sweet, hisoso, when he bared himself to Lulu, bit by bit.
Letting go of his end of the scarf, Lulu turned around so his back was facing Xavi’s front, where Xavi was leaning against the headrest. “Do it. Blindfold me. Then strip.”
“I thought I was in charge,” Xavi mused, and it sounded like he was smiling. Funny how Lulu could tell little things like this. Such intimate things. If Xavi was in fact smiling, it was likely in that vulnerable, crooked way of his that just coaxed out the outline of the dimple on his skin.
“You are. You are absolutely in charge. Doesn’t mean I’m not an impatient fucker.”
“As always,” Xavi laughed breathily as his hand came to rest at the nape of Lulu’s neck. Sucking in a breath, Lulu shivered at the touch, at the feel of Xavi’s heated skin against his. “Close your eyes,cisne.”
Closing his eyes, Lulu soon felt the slight pressure of the scarf against his face, and an odd sense of calm washed over him. He could smell his own perfume, and as the world went dark around him, he focused on his breath and the feel of light tightness around his face as Xavi tied the scarf behind him. Then blunt fingers danced down his shoulders and back, Xavi’s breath hot against his skin.
“You truly are a swan,cisne,” Xavi spoke quietly, awe in his voice. “You are almost otherworldly beautiful, you know that?” Lulu shook his head, his breath caught in his throat, tears stinging his eyes. No, he didn’t know that, but if Xavi said so, he wanted to believe it so badly. If Xavi saw him as desirable and special, then he wanted nothing more than to claim those words as his. If only he could make Xavifeel that way about himself, too. “I have no idea what you want with someone like me.”
At first, Lulu wasn’t sure he’d heard Xavi correctly. He couldn’t have. But then Xavi continued, his voice clearer this time. “What do you want with someone like me,cisne? Someone this broken. Someone who can’t even strip naked in front of a lover and who recoils every time he sees his own reflection in the mirror. I don’t understand it. What do you want with me?”
Spinning around, Lulu threw himself blindly into Xavi’s arms, pulling anoompffrom his solid body.
“Everything,” he cried against Xavi’s chest as he locked his arms, his legs, his entire body around Xavi’s. “I want everything with you. All the things we don’t think that we deserve. All the things we’re afraid of, but still long for. I want all of them with you, Xavi, and only with you.”
“Lulu…” Xavi shook against him, his arms hanging limply against his sides. The darkness made Lulu bold, though.
“Hold me back. Hold me like I know you want to.”
“Fuck.”
“Please.”
A hiccup left Xavi’s body as he seemed to fight a war inside. Lulu felt it so clearly. Reaching for Xavi’s hand, Lulu wrapped his fingers around Xavi’s wrist, then guided Xavi’s hand to his chest, right above his heart.
“Feel this. Feel me.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. It’s just us. No one else. Feel what you do to me.” Guiding his hand lower, down his chest and his stomach, Lulu eventually settled on his growing cock, his hand on top of Xavi’s. “Feel me.”
“Shit,” Xavi hissed.
