While Philipp and Nika giggle and laugh as they untangle their bodies, Élias exhales loudly. There is no longer any trace of the sensuality and eroticism left that captivated them a minute ago and filled the room. It is the music that tells a story and turns the two of them into lovers. In real life, trust and intimacy remain between them, a close friendship that could not be more platonic. It is beautiful.
"Can you give us a heads-up next time you put on a show like that? You know, I would choose another pair of pants then!” I shout across the room.
Nika and Philipp laugh as they change on the other side of the studio. Élias is still tense. "What's wrong with you?"
His head falls onto his chest and his voice is quiet. "It's hard not seeing Nika every day anymore and not knowing whom she's with. And then to see her here, seemingly enjoying being touched by someone else like this... What if she realizes she wants more after all, more than me?"
That's complete bullshit and I don’t hesitate to tell Élias exactly that, but I'm sure he doesn’t believe it until a sweaty but radiant Nika lets herself fall into his arms pressing her body against his. She loves him and he is all she sees and wants.
With his scarf still in his right hand and his sports bag over his left shoulder, Philipp approaches me. A challenging grin on his lips and fire in his eyes. Philipp shines, brighter with each passing day and I hate his ex more and more for taking away his light and keeping him trapped in the dark. Philipp's eyes catch mine as he grabs my cock with a firm hand through my pants. "Did you like it?"
"Obviously..." My head falls back with a groan and Philipp smirks. I feel his lips very close to my ear, his voice no more than a whisper. "How about we take this scarf home with us? Would you like it if I blindfolded you? If I do whatever I want, with you at my mercy?" Fuck, yeah...
***
We don't make it home to my apartment. The route to Philipp’s home is much shorter and I can't wait a second longer. I only get a meaningful grin when I don't turn off in the direction of Strasbourg, but he wants me just the same as I want him, so.
Our journey to physical intimacy was long and anything but easy, but because of that we enjoy what we have even more. Philipp knows exactly what he wants now, and he no longer has any problems taking it. Because he also knows how much I love it when he does so.
The front door isn't even properly closed when Philipp is already all over me. His hands under my long sleeved shirt and in my hair. "Take your clothes off." A clear instruction before he gives me another passionate kiss and then disappears into the bathroom.
My clothes fly to the floor as fast as I can and I'm just saying goodbye to my boxer briefs when Philipp comes back stark naked. Fuuuck, I love his body. Him too, but his body makes me weak. Tall and slim with finely defined muscles. The endless amount of freckles spread across his neck, shoulders, chest and back. He's become so confident the last few months, so secure in his body, that alone is so sexy.
The dark green scarf hangs loosely in his right hand, his cock hard against his abs. "Do you have a limit?"
"Not with you." We've never done anything blindfolded before, but I know Philipp wouldn't do anything that would make me feel uncomfortable.
"Okay, then close your eyes." Philipp quickly and efficiently puts the scarf in place over my eyes and pulls it tight. Everything around me is dark, but I can hear Philipp's breathing and feel his fingertips on my shoulders. A gentle kiss on my collarbone and suddenly he's gone. Footsteps move away and I feel how it makes me uneasy to not see anything and not to know what’s happening around me. Smiling, I bite my lower lip as I realize what Philipp has done.
The song he danced to with Nika less than an hour ago plays softly in the background. A hand grips my cock firmly from behind. "Will you dance with me?"
My body screams yes, whether it's really coming from my mouth or whether I'm just moaning something unintelligible - I have no idea. His body moves around mine in flowing movements, his cock rubs against my bare skin, his fingertipsdance over every part of my body and I go insane. "Can I touch you too?"
"No, not yet." I can hear the playfulness in his tone, and how much he enjoys knowing that I'm putty in his hands. The exciting thing is, even though it may seem different, there is no power imbalance between us, at least it doesn't feel like one. Philipp has control because I give it to him and not because he takes it or forces it on me. And I give it to him because I trust him and love the way he plays with me.
So, my hands stay by my side and I obey as Philipp pushes me into the bedroom and sit down on the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed I can feel him pushing my legs apart. Before I can really think about what's happening, my cock is in his mouth.
"Fuck, yes!" My hand tries to reach into his curls, but Philipp firmly swats it away.
"Don't touch, not until I say so." He loves to play, especially with me, and I can feel him smiling as he slides his teeth over my glans and pushes his tongue into my slit.
"Slide back and bend your legs." I hear the lid of the lube and am not really surprised when I feel a wet finger gently circling my hole. "Are you going to let me in?" He asks me that same question every time, even if he already knows the answer.
"Always, please." Philipp is quick and efficient, within a very short time he stretches me to three fingers, I'm rock hard and squirming on the bed with every stroke over my prostate. I'm actually just waiting to finally hear the crackling of the condom package and feel his cock at my entrance.
"Put your legs down." Philipp tears open the foil of the condom. Yay, here we go! But why should I put down my legs? I can't see anything and apart from the music, everything is quiet. A hand grabs my right knee and pulls it away from my body. "Lay them down, please."
"But, you can't fuck me like that..." A finger on my lips silences me and I follow Philipp's request.
"Ah, fuck! Shit, no! What are you doing?" I try to pull the scarf away from my eyes, but Philipp is quicker. He grabs my wrists and holds my hands above my head.
"Stop. Please..." His voice is soft but demanding.
"I want to see you! Please! You don't have to do this, not for me. I don't need this."
Philipp loosens his grip. "I'm nervous as shit, okay? But I want this. I want back what's mine and I want to take it, on my terms. Do you trust me?"
"With everything I have." It's the truth. I trust him blindly and if Philipp has decided for himself that this is what he wants, then it's not my place to question his decision. My hands grip his narrow hips as he straddles me. Our cocks rub against each other as Philipp leans forward to kiss me. When he breaks our kiss, I know what's coming.
