“What other toys do you have?”
“A vibrator and a Fleshlight.”
Roman imagined sweet Ezra splayed out on his bed with a vibrator in his ass and a Fleshlight jacking his cock, looking slutty and debauched, though still very pretty. Roman would love to see it and maybe even take a video, a little something they could watch together later. But all of that would come in time, Roman had to remind himself. For now, he just wanted to make Ezra comfortable. And make him come.
“Can I kiss you?” Roman asked.
Ezra nodded, tearing at his lower lip with his teeth. Roman lifted his knees slightly so that Ezra fell forward, directly into his clutches. It sent a wave of hot water over his chest that teased his pebbled nipples. Ezra’s body heat was a delicious thrill as their cocks rubbed smoothly against one another. Roman took the opportunity to grind against him now and really feel him up close. Ezra groaned with unabashed desire as Roman took the back of his head carefully into one large palm and threaded his fingers through his soft hair. Pressing their mouths together, Roman licked along the small gap between Ezra’s lips, seeking entrance.
“Open up for me, cutie.” Roman kissed the corner of his mouth because Ezra was in a bit of a daze. Soft lips parted, and Roman’s tongue quested deeper, exploring his lover’s sweet, honeyed mouth like it was a delicious dessert. Ezra melted into him, opening both in body and in spirit, and let Roman take what he wanted. Roman felt a little like a thief, sneaking into the garden late at night and stealing the first ripened fruit of the season, devouring it before anyone else had the chance to even glimpse it. So rare and precious was the man in his arms. Roman held him tighter still, offering Ezra the security he craved. The keening moans Ezra emitted freely only fueled Roman’s insatiable greed, as if by filling him completely, he was declaring Ezra’s mouth as his own.
When they finally parted, Ezra looked feverish, his cheeks high with color and his lips flushed and swollen from Roman’s attentions. Ezra’s sandalwood eyes burned brightly as they drifted from Roman’s eyes to his mouth.
“Have you ever kissed someone before?” Roman drew his thumb along Ezra’s lower lip. So soft and supple, it parted freely to Roman’s touch.
“Not like that.”
“Did you like it?”
Ezra nodded and licked his lips. It was too much temptation, so Roman captured him again and coaxed Ezra’s tongue into his own mouth, inviting him to explore on home turf. Much like with food, Roman wanted Ezra to sample and discover new things, and he delighted in introducing Ezra to all of these sensual pleasures.
When they finally broke away again, it was for breath. Ezra stared at him intently and drew the pad of his forefinger over Roman’s tender lips. He blinked slowly, like he was drunk, and followed the path of his finger with his eyes. Ezra then traced his bearded jaw, his eyebrows, and the slope of his nose as if mapping his face with his fingers the way Roman had done to Ezra so many times with his prolonged stares. Roman basked in the attention, loving the way Ezra’s gaze caressed him with worship.
“I like kissing you,” Ezra confessed, a puff of vapor in the cold air.
“I like kissing you too, cutie.”
“Can I rub my erection against you while we kiss?”
“Yes.” Roman cupped Ezra’s ass firmly in both hands and tilted him forward, gravity working in his favor so their groins connected with just the right amount of pressure. Slowly, deliberately, Roman dragged Ezra against him while undulating in the water in a motion that simulated fucking. Ezra soon picked up the rhythm, rocking steadily in Roman’s lap. His fingernails scored the back of Roman’s neck as the most tender, yearning expressions flitted across his face. Roman watched with wonder and was interrupted only when Ezra’s warm mouth came seeking his again.
They kissed and frotted in the hot tub, their movements slowly escalating toward an inevitable conclusion. Roman’s finger skirted along the tight bud of Ezra’s hole, which caused the young man to emit a strangled, needy cry. Roman tapped it slowly, steady as a heartbeat, then rubbed the pad of his finger over the tiny, tender bud.
“Roman,” Ezra said with a kitten-like mewl of pleasure.
“You going to come for me, cutie?” Roman asked, a rhetorical question because Ezra was already tightening up with the oncoming release. Ezra nodded mutely, believing the question needed a response, and bit into the plush part of his lower lip. Roman flattened one large hand against Ezra’s lower back and used the friction of his soft belly to find his own bliss. Ezra’s thighs tensed and shook around Roman’s clenched abdominals. He arched upward and cried out with pleasure, howling in the darkness, while Roman achieved his own climax in his young lover’s arms.
Ezra shuddered and slumped against him, forehead pressed flush against his shoulder. “Tighter,” he said and Roman obliged, squeezing so firmly that neither of them could possibly escape.
13
Experimenting
“We can cross four items off the list,” Ezra said to Roman later that evening. Roman had heated up leftovers of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and peas. Ezra was eating peas cooked now, mostly to please Roman since he still preferred them frozen. His hair was damp from the hot tub and his limbs were like jelly, not only from the warm water but from the sexual release he’d achieved in Roman’s arms. Frottage was even better than he’d imagined. And in the hot tub, it meant no mess. Five stars!
“We had a productive night,” Roman said fondly. They were lying at either end of the couch with their legs tangled together. Ezra dominated two-thirds of their shared blanket, which was similar to when they played Risk and Ezra dominated two-thirds of the globe. He could be very greedy at times. “I wouldn’t want to cross them off the list though,” Roman said. “There are endless combinations, after all.” He pinched Ezra’s big toe, which Ezra had foolishly left poking out of the end of the blanket.
“No feet,” he shouted and snatched his foot away. His feet (and toes) were extremely ticklish.
“I’m going to add foot rubs to the list,” Roman threatened.
“You’d better not,” Ezra warned. “I don’t like bleu cheese and I don’t like feet.”
“Not even mine?”
Roman wiggled his toes way too close to Ezra’s face, and Ezra pushed his foot away. “Not even yours.”
Still, it did nothing to dampen Ezra’s good mood or the grin that was permanently plastered on his face. Even though he was exhausted, he wanted to try more things from the list. He had several years of celibacy to make up for, after all. He expressed that desire to Roman who only tilted his head and said in his slow, deliberate way, “What’s your hurry?”
