I traced the line of his hip bone with my fingertips. Watched him arch into the touch. "Has anyone ever taken their time with you, Emilio? Really learned what you like?"
"Not—" He gasped when I scraped my teeth along his throat. "Not like this. Marco was always... efficient."
"Fuck efficient." I bit down on his pulse point, hard enough to leave a mark. "I'm going to be thorough. I'm going to learn every inch of you. And you're going to lie here and let me."
I worked my way down his body with lips and teeth and tongue. Found the spots that made him gasp. The places that made him writhe. Learned the map of him through sound and sensation while he fell apart beneath my hands.
When I took his cock in my mouth, he shouted. Hands flying to my hair, hips bucking up involuntarily. I pinned his hips down and took him deeper, using everything I'd learned about pleasure to drive him absolutely insane.
"Sandro—fuck—I'm going to—" He tried to warn me. Tried to pull away.
I held him in place and took everything he had to give. Swallowed him down while he came apart, cursing and shaking and beautiful in his surrender.
When I finally released him, he was boneless and gasping. Looking at me like I'd destroyed him and rebuilt him in the same breath.
"That was—" He couldn't finish the sentence.
"That was just the beginning." I stripped off my own clothes quickly. Efficient in ways I'd criticized moments before, but I needed skin on skin now. Needed to feel him against me without barriers. "Roll over."
He did. Presented himself beautifully, all lean muscle and trust despite every reason he had not to trust me. I grabbed supplies from my nightstand—lube and condoms, necessities I'd made sure were ready because I'd known this was where we'd end up eventually.
"Have you done this before?" I asked, running my hands down his spine. Admiring the view.
"Not in a while. Marco preferred—it doesn't matter what Marco preferred." He looked back at me over his shoulder. "I want this. Want you."
"Good. Because I've been thinking about this since the first time I saw you." I slicked my fingers and traced his hole gently.Watched him tense and then relax. "Breathe, Emilio. Let me take care of you."
I worked him open slowly. One finger, then two, then three. Took my time despite the fact that my cock was hard enough to hurt and my self-control was hanging by a thread. I wanted this to be good for him. Wanted him to associate pleasure with surrendering to me.
By the time I finally pressed into him, he was begging. Incoherent pleas for more, harder, please. I gave him what he needed. Pushed in slowly, letting him feel every inch, watching his hands fist in the sheets as he adjusted to the intrusion.
"Fuck," he breathed when I was fully seated. "You're—that's—"
"Perfect." I leaned down and bit his shoulder. "You feel perfect."
I started moving. Slow at first, letting him get used to the rhythm. Then faster as he pushed back against me, demanding more. The sounds he made were obscene—gasps and moans and my name said like a prayer or a curse.
I'd had plenty of lovers. Beautiful people who knew what they were doing and did it well. But nothing compared to this. To watching Emilio come undone beneath me. To feeling him surrender completely while I took everything he offered and demanded more.
I reached around and wrapped my hand around his cock. Stroked him in rhythm with my thrusts. Felt him tighten around me as his pleasure built toward breaking.
"Come for me," I ordered against his ear. "Let me feel it."
He obeyed. Came hard across my sheets with my name on his lips, body clamping down around me so tight I saw stars. I followed him over, emptying myself into him while pleasure whited out my vision.
We collapsed together on the bed. Breathing hard. Skin slick with sweat. I pulled out carefully and dealt with the condom before gathering Emilio against my chest.
He fit there perfectly. Head tucked under my chin, body relaxed in a way that suggested complete trust. Dangerous. I shouldn't want this kind of intimacy. Shouldn't crave the softness that came after the sex.
But I did. With him, I did.
"Stay," I said quietly. "Tonight. Stay here with me."
He lifted his head to look at me. Eyes dark and sated and beautiful. "I should go home."
"You should. But you won't." I traced his swollen lips with my thumb. "You'll stay here. Sleep in my bed. Wake up with me in the morning. And we'll see what that feels like."
"This is moving too fast."
