The wet warmth on my dick disappears and Marcello leans back, bringing a hand to his coughing mouth.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
He nods as he continues to cough. “I’m fine,” he says eventually before another quick cough that he smiles through. “I just… That was a heavy load, man. I wasn’t expecting so much.”
“But you took it,” I tell him and that wipes the smile off his mouth. “You took it beautifully.”
He stands in another lightning-fast movement and presses his hips against my lower stomach. His dick is hard and pushes into my belly button. “Fuck, you turn me on so much, Giles.”
He says it so directly, so whole-heartedly that I want to ask him a million questions, about him, about me, about us. But he doesn’t give me a chance to even formulate or organise those questions because his mouth is back on mine and although I can taste myself on his tongue, I’m back to thinking about nothing but him.
Him, him,him.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Marcello
We stumble to Giles’ bedroom, still kissing. I almost wish I could be a fly on the wall and watch us as we blindly fumble about – Giles completely naked and my erection tenting my shorts. We knock into walls and I stab myself in the back with a door handle. We grunt and groan from each impact but we don’t take our mouths off each other.
But I know I’d rather be in it. In his arms, his lips on mine, his tongue tangling with mine. His hot exhales on my skin. His little moans travelling from his throat into mine.
Finally, we’re where we want to be and I do my best to throw him onto the bed.
Before I join him, I take a moment to look at him lying on his back, one leg bent, his arms up around his head as if he’s surrendering to me, and his dick half-hard pointing to his hip. His hair is the most out of place I think I’ve ever seen it and his moustache is a little wonky. Those sea-coloured eyes of his are yet another completely unique shade of green and blue and the ghost of a smile pulls at his kiss-swollen lips as he looks up at me.
“Più bella cosa non c'è,” I tell him.
There's nothing more beautiful than this.Than him.
“What?” he asks with a frown.
“Can I fuck you?” I say and cowardice floods me.
“Yes,” he says and then gives me a quizzical look before rolling over and pulling condoms and lube out of his bedside drawer.
While his arse is in the air, I take full advantage of him, leaping onto the bed and grabbing hold of his backside with two hands. Giles wriggles slightly but then comes to settle exactly where I want him, on all fours in front of me.
“There’s something else I want to try,” I tell him. Or rather, I tell his butthole which I’ve now exposed by pulling those globe-like cheeks apart.
“What?” Giles asks.
I decide to answer him without words. I spit into the crease between his butt cheeks, watch the saliva slide down and then catch it with my tongue when it crests his hole. I use my tongue to catch it and then swirl it around the tight pleated skin there.
“Oh, God, Marcello!” Giles declares, and I like that. I like him saying my name like that. Like I’ve surprised him. LikeI’mteachinghimsomething. Like I’m showing him something new and exciting.
“You like this?”
“Fuck, yes. Yes!”
I don’t know what I’m doing, of course. But I decide to eat Giles’ ass like I would a pussy, like he told me to play with his head. With licks and sucks and kisses. When he starts to push back onto my mouth, I feel a little braver and I press my tongue harder against his opening, telling him what’s coming next. Bringing my fingers into the mix, I gather as much spit as I can with my index finger before pushing it slowly inside Giles.
“Jesus, Marcello, give me more,” he says when that finger is fully inside him feeling how hot and smooth and tight he is for me.
“Not without lube,” I say and I lean back so I can find where Giles left it on the bed. In a matter of seconds, I have his hole and my fingers slick with lube. Just before I slip my middle finger inside Giles, I have this jarring, almost out-of-body experience where I see what I’m doing through a different, older lens.
I have two fingers inside a man’s arsehole. And not just any man. Giles.Giles. Giles who is Radia’s boss. Giles who looks like he liftstelephone boxes for fun in his spare time and wears three-piece suits as pyjamas. Giles who offered to be my training buddy out of the goodness of his own heart. Giles who then agreed to let me explore my sexuality with him, not knowing that it’s all because of him that I wanted to do so.
Kris was right. It is a mess, but speaking as someone who is no stranger to mess, it’s the most perfect mess I’ve ever experienced. I’m addicted to it. I never want this to stop, this beautiful mess I’m making with Giles.
