“Why did you kiss me?”
“You know the answer to that,” Othello told him.
“But—” he started, and once more, he was stopped with a kiss that made him see stars as Othello devoured his mouth, pulling chords of moans and groans from him that sounded like pleasurable music to his ears. Othello’s tongue mapped out every corner of his mouth. Just as Des draped a leg over Othello, the man pulled back from their kiss, surprising Des, who gasped for breath, looking into his amber eyes.
“I want you, Des, not just for one night, but I’ll warn you now, I’m not a good person. I’m jealous, possessive, and overbearing, but I know when to back off. I don’t do one-night stands. Or trying to fuck each other out of our systems. Once I claim you as mine, you’ll never want to be anyone else's. If you stay, be prepared to stay no matter what you learn about me. If you cheat or lie to me, we’re done.”
He kept staring into Des’s eyes.
“This is your time to walk away, Doc. Because if you stay, we can’t return to the way things were. Think carefully before we go any further.”
Des's mind raced.I don't want to go back.He licked his tingling lips, tasting the remnants of their kiss. His earlier reasoning returned to him. And although he wasn’t expecting it, he’d been hoping for it, so why would he walk away now?
Othello went to pull away, but Des grabbed his hand.
“Just promise not to hurt or use me,” Des whispered. He had been used by his parents far too much. He’d lived by their hand, and on moments when they wanted to impress their friends, he would be placed on a pedestal; it was the only time they would show him any kind of affection, only to ignore him and forget he was there the next.
“I told you before, I’ve never been in a relationship, but I know there are certain things I want from my lover. Someone who is dominant in the bedroom but who sees me as his equal.” He could feel his face growing warmer, hoping Othello wouldn’t tease him like normal. Then, a thought came to him since they were laying things on the table.I should tell him I’m a carrier.He went to speak, but Othello beat him to it.
“I can’t promise that I won’t break your heart, but I can try not to. And I would never use you,” Othello told him softly. “Hurting you is another matter, but it would only be in pleasure.” He smirked. “All naughty boys deserve a spanking, even if it's to be reminded who's in charge.”
Des knew his face turned as red as a tomato, but his embarrassment was overshadowed by the image of him draped over Othello’s lap and being punished with a brush, his hand, or even a belt.
“All in good time, baby, then I’ll have that pretty ass nice and red,” Othello whispered in his deep voice, and his warm breath ghosted along the shell of his ear.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Des mumbled.
“Sure you don’t.” Othello leaned back, peering into his face. “We’ll go slow.”
Des nodded. “So, does this mean my cooking impressed you?
Othello smiled. “It was more than your cooking.”
“Really?”
“What did you think was going to happen after weeks of us flirting with each other?” Othello said, leaning close to him.Their faces were so close he could feel the warmth of his breath on his lips. “You look hot riding your motorcycle, by the way.”
“I’m glad you think so,” Des said. “But enough talking, kiss me more.”
Othello chuckled. “I thought I was in charge in the bedroom.”
Des went to speak, but Othello captured his lips, pulling a throaty moan from him as his hot wet tongue entered his mouth, stealing his breath away. Their kiss deepened, and sparks ignited inside him, winding their way around his body. His cock twitched in his pants, causing him to pivot his hips, seeking friction. As if knowing his thoughts, a large hand palmed his crotch, giving rise to his desire.
Des loved the taste and feel of Othello pressing against him. The firm softness of his lips as they moved expertly on his, taking full control of his mind and body. Their mouths gently ground against each other in a slow and seductive dance as he felt his body touch the soft cushions of the couch and Othello’s muscled body lying on top of him. Des opened his legs but didn’t know what to do with his hands, and it seemed the other man knew his thoughts. He grabbed his wrists and brought them above his head, keeping them locked with one hand while the other pushed up Des’s T-shirt, revealing his chest. Othello trailed kisses down Des’s chin, his neck, sucking and biting on every inch of visible flesh before pulling one of his nipples into his mouth. He couldn’t hold back his reaction, arching his back and pushing his chest into Othello’s mouth, wanting more.
He jerked his hips, rubbing his clothed erection against Othello’s crotch, wishing they had no barriers between them. However, he couldn’t deny that the fabric grazing against his sensitive cock made him even more aroused, and he couldn’t slow his hipsdown; he wanted to cum. Othello went from one nipple to the other, biting and sucking on them until they hurt, but it felt so good.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” he whimpered.
Othello moved down his body, pressing his face on Des’s erection, groaning and lightly grazing his teeth along his shaft, making him shiver. His wrists were still held down, and he wished he could hold Othello, but he also liked being pinned down and letting the man do as he wished with his body. Des didn’t regret that he had waited so long to have sex, but he didn’t want to just kiss all night. He wanted more.
“Othello,” he whimpered. “Fuck me.”
Othello raised his head, and their eyes met heatedly. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he said, sitting up and cupping Othello’s cheeks. “I’ve waited twenty-six years and won’t wait a day longer.”
Des thought he would be rejected when Othello stood, but was pleased when he held out a hand for him. “Come. The couch is big enough for us to do anything on, but your first time should be in bed.”
