Could all this be for me? For us? He had it all planned. He messed with me again by dragging me around the auction house, leaving this room for last.
Des had to admit it was romantic and couldn't get mad at the other man. A smile crossed his lips, but he hid it as he turned to face Othello. "Will this be auctioned off?"
Othello smirked as if seeing through Des but not calling him out. "You're right, it is gorgeous. The frame hails from Italy and was once owned by some royal noble. When we got it, it was pretty banged up. My people refurbished it, maintaining all the original aspects. But auctioning it depends on you."
"Me? What do I have to do with your decision?"
Othello moved closer to Des and pulled him into his arms. Des moaned, unable to mask his response, melting against the man's larger frame. "Because once I make love to you in this bed, it will become ours." He leaned in and captured Des's lips with a kiss that made his knees weak. His tongue did things to his mouth asif he had a G-spot that led right to his cock that was already hard. Before their kiss got deeper, Othello pulled back, and only their panting could be heard in the silence of the room.
"Fuck," Othello said, his voice husky and deep. His fingers dug into Des's waist as if he was holding himself back.
"Is that what you plan on doing?" Des opened his eyes, wrapping his arms around Othello's neck.
"You are driving me crazy, Tesoro."
Des smiled at the endearment, leaned up, and brushed his lips against Othello's."Then let's go insane together." Their mouths met, and Othello picked him up and carried him to the bed. Without taking a breath or separating from their kiss, Des reached between them and tried to unbutton Othello's shirt, or at least he tried to.
Growling in frustration, he ripped the garment open. Hearing the tearing of fabric and the popping of buttons brought more joy to him than it should have. Othello pressed his weight on top of Des, holding him tightly in his arms, pulling a deep moan from him, feeling the man's heated skin even through his own clothes, making him feverish and needy. Othello flipped them over, and Des sat up, straddling his hips.
For the second time that day, he enjoyed seeing the look of lust in Othello's light amber eyes, which became darker the more aroused he got. Being on top of Othello made Des feel in control of the man's pleasure. To prove it, he wound his hips, grounding his ass on the hard cock, making the man underneath him groan and grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down for a searing kiss that had his lips burning as if he were scorched by fire, but it left Des wanting more.
SCENE III
OTHELLO
Othello bit his bottom lip, grabbing Des's hips and stopping his movement. He didn't know how long he was going to last. The entire night, Des had been teasing. Othello had to admit he'd made the mistake of picking out the perfect outfit that showed off Des's figure. Flipping them over, he sat on top of Des, grasping his wrists and placing them over his head.
"Don't move them," he ordered, liking the glint he saw in Des's eyes. Othello unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it from his loops, watching Des's chest rise and fall, and his pretty blue eyes darken to a color Othello hadn't seen before. Once the leather was pulled through the last loop, he lightly dragged it against Des's soft skin. Des gasped and closed his eyes.
"Look at me, Tesoro," Othello ordered. Des opened his eyes and looked directly at him. "Do you want me to spank you with this, baby?" Des nodded, and Othello chuckled. "Do you trust me so much?"
"I do," Des answered, not stuttering or turning his gaze away.
Othello didn't know what to say. Not since his last relationship had he played in the BDSM area. Despite what he'd claimed the day he woke up in the hospital, he knew Des was his type. Getting off Des, he unbuttoned his pants and slid them off, throwing them to the floor. Othello returned to the bed and did the same to Des, removing his pants and underwear.
"Roll over," he told Des.
He smiled when his Tesoro eagerly did what he told, no questions asked. Des's trust in him was so powerful it left him breathless. Othello folded the belt and trailed it down the center of Des's back, pulling a sweet gasp from him. He stopped at Des's lower back and lightly tapped the belt on his left cheek, watching his reaction.
Des wiggled his ass, and Othello did it again, this time adding a little more force, enough to sting but not leave a mark, pulling a hiss from his lover. Othello wouldn’t go too far tonight; he simply wanted to test the waters. It was Des's first time, and he promised he would take it slow.
Othello leaned down and kissed the spot where he hit, then moved up his body, nipping at his shoulder. He kissed the back of his ear before sucking gently on his lobe.
"One day, I'm going to tie you to this bed and spank you with this very belt," Othello whispered in his ear.
"Why not tonight?" Des asked in a raspy voice.
"You're so eager to feel pain." Othello chuckled, trailing his lips to Des's cheek and placing a soft kiss.
"Only when you're the one making me hurt," Des responded, turning his head and connecting their mouths.
Othello moaned, taking every bit of what Des was willing to give. He lay on top of Des, and he sandwiched his cock between Des's legs rubbing his weeping erection on Tesoro's balls. Des groaned in his mouth and tightened his legs, slowly circling his waist.
Their bodies moved together, and their kiss became sloppy. Othello grabbed Des's hand and brought them up, silently instructing Des to hold on to the headboard. He sighed in satisfaction when wrapping his hand around the lube and condom packets. Their cocks ground together, rubbing against the soft sheet, sending waves of sensation throughout his body, and their breathing became ragged. Othello knew the signs and could tell Des was not far from coming, which caused him to stop and sit back on his knees.
Des growled in frustration, and Othello would have laughed if he wasn't in the same situation. Othello rubbed soothing circles on his back.
"Calm down, Tesoro," he said in a soft voice.
