“Shit,oso, you’re cute when you get all dumbfounded.” Then Lulu’s smile turned crooked, wicked. “Get naked,amor.” Lulu laughed again, the words dancing in front of Xavi. “Right the fuck now. Then lie down.” Xavi nodded, then quickly started stripping, with no reluctance or trace of fear running through him. It no longer scared him to be naked in front of Lulu. If he were being honest, he loved it. He loved Lulu’s eyes on him, drinking him in, tracing every scar and muscle, dip and curve of his body. He loved Lulu’s heated gaze on him, tracing his tattoos like they were a map to Xavi’s heart, to his very soul. Perhaps they were. When he’d had them done, one by one over the years, they’d been for himself. Most of them were in places he’d never expected to share with another person, and now he wanted Lulu’s eyes on him all the fucking time. It was like an addiction at this point, the sensation of his skin burning deliciously under Lulu’s worshipping gaze.
Tearing his T-shirt over his head, Xavi’s eyes never left Lulu as he started stripping, too, discarding his clothes on top of Xavi’s on the floor.
Once Xavi was naked, he crawled on top of the bed, then placed a pillow against the headboard. Lying down on his back, he tucked his hands behind his head, a calm spreading through his body, while he watched Lulu remove his briefs, then padded across the darkened motel room to his bag, his perky ass cheeks bouncing seductively with every step, the two dimples above the meatier parts like two beacons, pulling Xavi in. Xavi’s cock stirred, smearing precum against his stomach, as his balls zinged with anticipation.
Trailing his fingers down his chest, Xavi lazily played with his left nipple, twisting it between his thumb and index finger, teasing the tightening nub as a sweet sting spread through his chest, before he moved on to the right, giving it the same attention. Surrendering to the pleasure, he closed his eyes. It dawned on Xavi that he never used to find pleasure in touching himself. It was a means to an end, to get off quickly and efficiently, but without any indulgence, never paying any attention to the rest of his body. Like scratching an itch, then wiping the cum off his hands, forthe most part, keeping his T-shirt on. It was different now. He suddenly saw what Lulu saw, felt what Lulu felt. A strong body that had endured unspeakable pain. The body of a survivor, of a soldier, almost. His scars were no longer something he wore with shame and pain; they were as much a part of him as his arms and legs, as his heart and his mind. Forgetting he had scars, trying to wipe them from his consciousness, was like erasing his father from his memory. And Xavi no longer wanted that. He wanted to remember.
Ghosting his hand along his ribs and stomach, Xavi’s fingers trailed through the thick layer of hair below his bellybutton. Reaching his cock, he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few gentle strokes, caressing the head on each upstroke, feeling the stickiness pooling from the slit, coating his palm.
“Hey!” The bed dipped, and when he opened his eyes, he found Lulu hovering above him, scowling at him. “No starting without me.”
“Sorry.” Xavi smiled crookedly as he gave himself one additional stroke. Lulu groaned, rolling his eyes.
“What am I gonna do with you,oso?”
“I don’t know. Nothing, it seems. I’m starting to feel all neglected here.” Xavi’s lips narrowed into a pout. Fuck, he never pouted.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“We can’t have that,” Lulu purred as he leaned down and licked a long line from Xavi’s stomach and all the way to the hollow between his collarbones. Goosebumps spread in the wake of Lulu’s tongue, littering Xavi’s body deliciously. “Prepare to have your world rocked,mano.” He felt Lulu’s grin against his skin.
“Promises, promises,” Xavi singsonged, then hissed as Lulu’s teeth dug into his neck.
“Be good.” Lulu’s tongue swept along the bite soothingly. “Or I’m gonna draw this out and edge you all fucking night.”Fuck.
“I’ll be good,cisne. Promise.”
“I love your smell,” Lulu hummed, burying his face in the crook of Xavi’s neck. “So potent and manly. Like a real bear.” Xavi gasped, baring his neck further, making room for Lulu’s onslaught on his throat. Biting down a line from Xavi’s chin to his shoulder, Lulu took his time, paying careful attention to a jagged scar that disappeared into Xavi’s armpit. “Your taste. So hot and salty. Sweet, too.” Lulu’s words were like honey against Xavi’s skin, warm and soothing. “Your tattoos. An entire landscape of colors and stories to be told. Will you tell me one day, Xavi? Will you tell me what they mean?” Lulu’s fingers circled the outline of the moon on Xavi’s left pec, then he counted the stars surrounding it quietly. Three. There were three. Xavi sucked in a breath, then nodded.
“I will. I’ll tell you everything. Whatever you wanna know.”
“I wanna know everything.” Lulu leaned down and kissed the stars one after another, then briefly rested his chin against Xavi’s chest as if listening to his heart. Then Lulu rose and straddled Xavi’s hips, his inner thighs flush against Xavi’s outer. They stuck together like they were one body, fitting together seamlessly, unbreakable. Lulu did a sweeping movement with his hips as he ground against Xavi’s pelvis, their lengths brushing up against each other, hot and slick. Through hooded lids, Xavi saw how Lulu’s hand disappeared behind his back and dipped to his ass. Sucking in a clipped breath, Lulu breached himself with his fingers, and a deep moan rose between them as he sank down on his hand. Their eyes locked onto each other, Lulu’s spilling over with arousal, as he seated himself fully on his fingers. Awestruck, Xavi watched as Lulu started riding his own hand, a filthy foreshadowing of what was to come, how he was going to ride Xavi’s cock as soon as he’d opened himself up, stretching himself wide open for Xavi’s hardness.
“Shit, baby, that’s so fucking sexy,” Xavi groaned, his throat thick with lust. “That’s it,cisne. Ride those fingers good and hard for me. Get yourself ready for my cock.”
A keening sound spilled from Lulu’s lips at the praise, and he increased the pace, his erect cock bouncing up and down, slapping against his stomach.
“Fuck,amor, look at you. You’re leaking like a fucking faucet.” Xavi reached out and traced the slit in Lulu’s cockhead, swiping his thumb through the stickiness pooling from it in a steady stream. “Is that for me,cisne?”
“Yes,” Lulu gasped, his mouth dropping open as he watched Xavi’s thumb disappear into his mouth. Lulu’s taste, tangy and heady, exploded on Xavi’s tongue, and his chest rumbled with an unprecedented hunger.More, more, more.
“Never did I taste a sweeter wine than your essence, lover. I could live on it and nothing else.” Xavi had no idea where the words originated from. They poured through him like his body was a vessel with the sole purpose of praising Lulu and making love to him with his words. Lifting his hand to Lulu’s lips, he painted them with the saliva on his fingers, traced the outline of Lulu’s Cupid’s bow, then the plump bottom lip. “Open up.”
Lulu’s lips separated obediently as he sucked Xavi’s thumb into his mouth greedily, humming around it. Lulu’s soft tongue circled Xavi’s thumb in hungry movements as he continued to fuck himself with his fingers.
“That’s it,” Xavi cooed. “Imagine it’s my cock in your mouth, baby.” Lulu hummed something unintelligible as his eyes fluttered closed and bliss took over his serene features. “Open wider,” Xavi coaxed, as he slid his thumb along Lulu’s tongue, deeper inside Lulu’s mouth, teasing the back of Lulu’s throat. He felt Lulu swallow around him, and Xavi’s cock burned with the phantom feel. He pushed deeper, imagining it was his cock sliding down Lulu’s throat. Lulu choked around him, then relaxed his throat to accommodate Xavi, to take him even deeper. “Lookat you,cisne. You’re so good for me.” Tears spilled down Lulu’s cheeks and further down his chin and neck. “So good.” Xavi leaned in and licked the tears away, their saltiness bursting on his tongue. “You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you, baby?” Lulu nodded eagerly, his eyes still closed, more tears clinging to his lashes, as Xavi slid his thumb back and forth along Lulu’s tongue. “Anything, wouldn’t you?” Like a famished man, Lulu sucked and sucked, like Xavi’s thumb was his sole source of nutrition. “So good,” Xavi whispered, then pulled his thumb, drenched in saliva, slowly from Lulu’s mouth.
“Shit!” Lulu gasped, sucking in gulps of air as his eyes burst wide open.
“You okay?”
“Yeah.” Lulu’s voice was strained and thick with lust. “That was so fucking hot.” Lulu shook his head, laughing under his breath. “Shit, Xavi, when you talk to me like that…” He blushed deeper as his eyes locked onto Xavi’s. “I don’t know… Makes me wanna be a slut for you forever and ever. Makes me wanna…” Lulu dug his teeth into his bottom lip, then shook his head again, his dark curls flowing around his head. He was still fucking himself slowly but determinedly with his fingers.
“Makes you wanna what?”
“Makes me wanna stay impaled on your cock 24/7 while you tell me filthy, filthy things,oso, and call me dirty, dirty names.”Fuck.The image of Lulu impaled on Xavi’s cock while Xavi sat at his desk at home and graded English essays invaded his mind. Or Xavi on the couch reading one of his favorite books, Lulu napping in his lap contentedly, stuffed to the brim by Xavi’s semi-hardness.
