“You don’t have to. Even though I’m blindfolded, I still see every part of you so clearly.”
“I know you do. But I want to see you, too. All of you. Your eyes,cisne.”
Lulu swayed in front of him, his cock stirring at Xavi’s words, precum oozing from the swollen tip. Fuck, Lulu was so into him, and it spurred him on, words leaving Xavi’s body that he had no idea existed inside him, but had been brewingfor so long. “I want to see if they change color when I enter you, when I fuck you, and when you come on my cock.”
“Oh, shit.” Lulu sucked in a breath, then reached out, steadying himself against Xavi’s chest.
Lulu’s eyes remained closed for a few seconds after Xavi had removed the purple scarf and discarded it on the floor; his dark lashes fanned out against his golden-brown skin like luscious feathers. Lulu’s eyebrows were pulled into a focused frown, like he was trying so unbelievably hard to hold himself together.
“Open your eyes,cisne.”
Digging his teeth into his bottom lip, Lulu slowly blinked his eyes open, vulnerability swimming in them, battling with lust and confusion. Xavi smiled, suddenly shy and unsure. Lulu seemed to understand, because, with his eyes still locked onto Xavi’s, he said, “Get me ready,amor. Get me ready for you.” The ‘you’ was spoken so breathily, it was barely audible, but it was there, too, in Lulu’s eyes, reflected in the pools of brown.You.
Reaching for Xavi’s hand, Lulu turned it palms up, then dropped the small bottle of lube into it. Then, leaning in, he kissed Xavi tenderly, starting on his Cupid’s bow, then moving to one corner of Xavi’s mouth, pressing kisses on the way, then back again, to the other side. “I could kiss you all day,” Lulu murmured. “It’s my second most favorite thing in the world.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
Xavi’s heart thundered in his chest as he closed his fist around the lube. “What’s your favorite?” he heard himself asking.
“Your fat cock inside my hole, tearing me apart until I don’t know where I end and you begin,oso.”
“Holy fuck.” Xavi’s balls drew up, Lulu’s dirty promise nearly tearing an orgasm from his body, untouched.
“Oh, there’ll be nothing holy about it.” A wicked gleam appeared in Lulu’s eyes, then he threw the condom on the sheets between them. “And then on a Sunday,” he smirked, drawing a small cross with his index finger across Xavi’s chest. “But it will be divine. I can promise you that,papi.”Fuck.
Scooting backward on his knees, Lulu dropped against the headrest, his thighs sliding open in silent invitation. Sweat beaded across Xavi’s forehead, his hardness bordering on painful, sweet release lingering just beneath the surface. Wrapping his arms around the back of his legs, Lulu spread himself open even wider, pulling his knees all the way to his chest. And now, Xavi was the one swaying, like frail straw blowing from side to side, as a wild wind caught it. Pinning his thighs against his chest with one arm, Lulu moved his other hand down the back of his fleshy ass cheek. Xavi held his breath as he watched Lulu’s fingers slide toward that exposedpink spot right in the center. Everything seemed to happen in slow-motion, like Xavi was watching it happen through a haze of lust that slowed everything down. His heart pounded in his ears, a deep, monotonous thrum.
When Lulu’s fingers reached his crease, he brushed them teasingly up and down, his eyes finding Xavi’s. Through hooded lids, Xavi saw the message loud and clear, before Lulu even spoke the words.
“Come here, lover.” Then Lulu’s index finger stopped right on top of his entrance, and he started circling it, tapping it, teasing it, as a low succession of filthy sounds left his lips.
“Shit, you drive me fucking wild,cisne,” Xavi rasped as he started moving toward Lulu.
Lulu beckoned him closer with his eyes. “I know. You drive me wild, too.”
Then, as if to show Xavi exactly how wild, Lulu tipped his head back, baring his slender swanlike neck, while he slowly dipped his finger inside his hole.
“Ahhh,” Lulu hissed, his Adam’s apple prominent behind his flushed skin. “I want it to be your cock so badly,papi.” Holy shit. Nearly tripping over himself, Xavi moved in front of Lulu, mesmerized by how Lulu was fucking himself with first one finger, then two. Then the possessiveness returned. Those should be his fingers, scissoring Lulu open, feeling his warmth wrapped tightly around them. With a harsh movement, he reached for Lulu’s wrist, then abruptly pulled Lulu’s fingers from his hole. Lulu whimpered, then looked up at him, his eyes swimming with lust. His pink lips mirrored his pink entrance, slightly agape, his lips glistening.
Flicking the lid of the small bottle open, Xavi was about to pour some on his fingers when Lulu stopped him.
“No, not that hand.” Lulu’s fingers circled the wrist of Xavi’s broken hand. “I want you to fuck me with this one,oso.” A dull pain surged through Xavi as he regarded his destroyed hand, ugly scars where his fingers once were, the remaining three almost mocking him.
“I can’t.” Xavi’s chin dropped to his chest in defeat. “I can’t let something this…”—he held up his hand between them—“I can’t let something this ugly touch something that beautiful.”
Lulu frowned, pain appearing in his eyes. Real hurt. Reaching for Xavi’s hand, he pulled it toward his lips, kissing the knuckles carefully. Lulu’s eyes remained open, fixed on Xavi’s hand as he continued to adorn it with featherlight kisses. He was worshipping Xavi’s hand. There was no other word for it. Looking up at Xavi between his thick lashes, Lulu whispered, “I love this hand because I love the man it belongs to. I love you, Xavi.”
“I…” Suddenly, the world was spinning, but two firm hands were there to steady him, clasped firmly against his cheeks. “I…”
“I know.” Lulu’s forehead rested against his. “I know.” Then cool liquid coated Xavi’s fingers, and he was pulled forward, Lulu leading the way onto the soft sheets. Spreading his legs, Lulu invited him in, guiding his hand toward his most sacred place. He was so soft, his Lulu, his skin so hot as Xavi slid his fingers inside him. Lulu clenched around him, a silent sign that he was there, right beside him, and that he wanted him.
“Fuck me,” Lulu gritted, squirming underneath Xavi. “Fuck me with your fingers, lover.” And Xavi did. Slowly at first, the sensation unreal and overwhelming, Lulu like silk inside, that small nub hidden deep within like a precious gemstone. The sounds spilling from Lulu’s lips as Xavi prodded, stroked, and caressed that small nub again and again were obscene. Raw pleasure, uninhibited by anything, pure lust pouring through Lulu’s body.
“Ahhh.” Lulu’s body shook, his skin layered with goosebumps, the color of caramel, or golden honey, perhaps. “Oh my god,” he gasped, his hole pulsing around Xavi’s fingers. Then, without warning, Lulu came on a shout, his entire body surging upwards, tight and tense with his release. Milky-white liquid spilled onto his skin as Lulu’s cock slapped against his stomach, untouched.
“Fuck me now!” Lulu cried out. “Please.”
